Having encountered work of others
You can't really consider it yours
For neither reason
You no longer required is
To be saving the world
That is the fine schism
Your strategy is the wrong course
Psychiatry says
Human God is sophism
We neither recycle the souls of yours
As fact of the life isn't soul
Life quality and contribution degree
On mass of the humans is foul
Start shrinking
The quantities of the mankind
In various points of time
The quantities of population the mass
To time of existence of yours and progression
And when Census this isn't really Mankind
You won't have that many regression
They are now but cash cows
(a trough in which to quaff)
for the many attendees
who sit on long-winded
Government-funded investigation committees
no one around to hear the sound
(of what falls in the woods)
while their coffers swelled
for all the papers printed on the ecology
more than several trees were felled
the fracking drilling boring too
(found underground)
wastes water in copious quantities
releases greenhouse gas
and undermines the earth in the final analyses
deliberate discussion and debate
('til the cows come home)
to which they are compelled
only exacerbates the issue
of global warming
with all their hot air expelled
“Happiness is contagious. It can be sparked by one single happy man, making it spread into many, as a small amount of yeast ferments large quantities of dough" – By Poet
Happiness is seeing beauty in simple things.
It is drinking nectar from the wellsprings of our heart
We sense it as we listen to the sweet warbling of birds.
We see it on the beaming faces of children in gregarious company.
We feel it as we watch the clouds painted in pretty patterns and shades
In the burgundy blush of the welkin, as sun gets ready for his rest.
In the beauty of the moon, shimmering on the silvery waters.
Happiness flits round the innocent face of a babe,
As it is nestled close in the cosy warmth of its mother.
It is the sparkle seen reflected in the eyes of a mother,
As she cuddles her baby tight to her throbbing bosom.
It sneaks into young hearts with sweet whisperings of love.
It hides in deep caverns of the mind, jumping out unexpected,
But may withdraw into its secret hideout, when invited.
Happiness is something that we seek, but sadly it eludes our hold.
Space
between
stars is not
empty at all.
But vast quantities
of neutrinos, atoms,
molecules and dark matter
with photons from radiation
ranging wide from highest energy
to low grade cosmic microwave background.
Bubbling plasma in interstellar space
contains charged particles all over
embowered by soft cosmic glow.
Space between stars increasing
as stars receding far
from one another .
Universe on
expansion
to run
on.
Albert York of LondIsland's EastEnd
on art did not dependw
A housepainter by day & artist at night
small pictures *in small quantities a sheer delight
Existence
In the past, insufficient physical souls were born in the Universe, the substances of the soul.
Spirits were born in nature with their materials.
Their physical bodies were naturally of a different and lower structure.
Nature's spirit materials were collected with sacred thoughts.
The beginning of creation cannot be known.
Because in the beginning the physical soul did not speak or write.
The new beginning of life was written because the old physical spirits of creation did not express the history of life.
It opens to infinity with the representatives of the great soul, whose soul materials are produced and opened to eternal life.
The power of representation lives on, changing with the word messiah, with the things created to represent the spiritual power of the creatures produced.
The repetition of the laws of the soul changes by dying, the measured endings that remain without quantity.
If it manages the representation of the reborn power, it becomes infinite in its quantities.
Powerful communities in the life of the soul rule by illegal measurements and live by illegal measurements.
I need to be held
by you
so that all the stuff that clutters my brain
disappears
there's a deficit of unknown quantities
of coffee shop chats, wintery walk chats, late night tired chats, just silent gazing...
where a look, means I'm beckoned into embrace, to just be held
not because I ask
because I belong there
I want to be a missing piece of a puzzle
not an inconvenience, taking up time
but a place where time stands still but races
where what I need is given
with the words 'I need this too'
synchronicity of restorative affection
I don't know when the moment is
where we stop someone in their tracks
and they don't walk that way again
nor who is the one no longer there
If love is love, then what kind of love exactly is love?
Perhaps a word, spoken bright
Or a whisper soft in light
Maybe a touch when gripped in fright.
Does love move and sway like the wind?
Perhaps one swing and then a slide
Or a sidestep keeping narrow or wide
Maybe a retreat when it’s time to hide .
Can love be measured in loving quantities?
Perhaps to be immersed and deep
Or a submission of peace to keep
Maybe a weight of forever sleep
If love is love, there is only love.
When you witness that
Humans have turned against each other
Rebel against one's own self
Antagonistic to all living things.
Large quantities of firearms and ammunition on hand
Missiles of the highest caliber
That's enough to wipe out Earth several times over
Forget about global peace any time soon.
zillions-
amounts beyond
our imagination
like the depth of infinity-
worthless
zillions-
open-ended
eluding summation
endless quantities revealing
nothing
Every law enforcement official out on patrol,
was desperate to capture The Vegan Cannibal,
so named from a note left with one of its victims,
leading to a series of murders that terrified every vegan.
It read, "I am a cannibal who does my best to eat healthy,
and vegans are the healthiest of all my desired meat.
Only a true vegan will yours truly eat.
Nothing artificial, no preservatives, mostly fresh food they consume.
Vegans are the healthiest and tastiest meat I have ever known,
so bid all of your vegan associates a hearty farewell,
should they cross paths with yours truly, The Vegan Cannibal."
The Vegan Cannibal was never apprehended, but its reign ceased,
when the vegans began consuming mass quantities of junk food and meat.
bleed'n ink
like a river
slithering
around mountains
through valleys
and over cliffs
gushing out
falling free
all the ink
that's in me
I urge
to bleed
personal possessive pronouns
in front of your name
and every endearment
personal possessive pronoun this
personal possessive pronoun that
personal possessive pronoun sweet...
personal possessive pronoun dear...
they all roll right off my keyboard
but they mean nothing
unless rolled right off my tongue
you aren't personal possessive pronoun
anything--yet
and I've hemorrhaged
a blood bank
over you
... yeah
true...
you've spilled vast quantities
over me, too
quite the ink bath
we're wading through
but
no personal possessive pronouns
start using them on me
I'll start using them on you
next thing you know
I'm on flights
with stuffed bunnies,
roses, chocolates, and daisies
believing in
happily ever after
so... no
personal possessive pronouns
not until we have
no more ink to bleed
but, oh,
how I want you
to be....
The sky is falling, orange and round
In quantities that do astound
Collecting morning, noon, and night
Even in dark, with a flashlight
And all of this from one main tree
Thank God we don’t have two or three
They’re washed and put into the freeze
When thawed, the skins come off with ease
And then, I run them though a mill
The pulp goes through, but it’s uphill
A gallon in is a pint out
That’s plus or minus, thereabouts
It is a lot of work, it seems,
Persimmon ice cream, it’s a dream
It contains large quantities of the extremely toxic alkaloid pseudaconitine and is considered to be the most poisonous plant and one of the most poisonous in the world.In the past wolves and criminals were poisoned with an extract from the European wolfsbane Acontium Lycoctonum.The ideal poison for a homicide is odorless,tasteless,difficult to detect,and a bearer of symptoms similar to naturally occurring diseases..
The annual migration to the beach
The manatees are basking in the sun
Be sure to pack large quantities of bleach
The eyes will need a rinse before you’re done
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