I think when i count the stars at night
I'm counting the numbers of luck
I want to hit my destiny
Although a pregnant cloud
Sits in the sky
And hope is held down by storm
The world is always busy at it disposal
Moving freely while cracking glasses
I think a starry night can reproduce my shine
Darkness is everywhere
Laughing at people's freedom
I see everything through the eyes of my window glass
My bard has an apple belly
And i need to bless it
Only if the stars are here to give my palms luck
I think when i count the stars at night
I'm gathering some numbers of fortune into my destiny
Everything is in the stars
And life knows how to breath there
What hope works so hard to drive
the fittest life to survive?
To reproduce, endure and keep their species alive.
To contrive with such unyielding will and drive,
when entropy works so hard to deprive
them of entry onto Heaven's beehive,
and the keys to the door when they arrive.
They lack enough within of things to consciously derive
hope beyond their instinct to revive
a life crushed by Earth's forces one to five.
I am delighted that ants are not in our house,
and neither have we seen any sign of a mouse.
The wasps are masters of building nests,
But I must find ways of seeing them less.
There is much about nature that I do not know.
It's often difficult to determine who's friend or foe.
It seems that every insect or pest wants to come
inside our home, quickly reproduce, and hide.
There are many ant piles on my lawn that must go.
I asked them to disappear, but they said, "No".
I keep threating them time after time,
But they look at me like I'm out of line.
I try various products to send them packing,
But they always reply, "We don't think so".
Again, I must say, I'm in no way a pro;
But as they continue their protest,
I guess that I will keep doing my best
to eliminate those piles of ants and other
Unfriendly pests, and co-exist with the rest.
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XX is Female
XY is male
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Health and Fertility
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Muscovy and American Buff hydryds
where talked about.
Sceince would use two turkeys
2 muscovy duck
and two american Buff
to create a new taste.
Lacking the fishyness of goose
the gameyness of wild turkeys, geese and ducks
they looked to solve the evolutionary problem of
making a bird
that is cheap afordable
and willing to reproduce quickly and cheaply
for a public that is willing to buy.
"These species are genetically and taxonomically completely incompatible. Because they belong to different taxonomic groups (turkeys belong to the Galliformes order, while Muscovy ducks belong to Anseriformes), they cannot produce viable offspring"
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Do not donate to this Cause!!!!
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"if we start tonight
out daughter or son
could be born on the night of the Superbowl!"
Valentines Day!
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Pro. and Mrs. Steymmey and Dillgeldob Whoretense P.H.D.
Are you human or you're life
Life expectancy
How the far you in your life
And what is your dependency
Is this system SATAN really
To abolish soul
What is your behavior
Is your game kinda foul
Will we all kinda same
In the system this
Sure we're tired of the war
All of us want peace
But with peace you reproduce
Many many children
Ocean corals life reduced
Due your interference
Soles of you shoes produce
Microparticles
They the threat to ocean induce
Many LAW the articles
So you shall be walking less
AI will do all jobs for you
Yes Economy recess
Valuable are few
Ocean suffers from hypoxy
So that many humans eat
What for system this
True judgement
You're HYPOCRITE
I was studying QURAN but I am not a traditional muslim and I also study TORAH but not christian
I am not a religious person and am a mathematician
and ALLAH and I we love this song
10+Years/Feeding+The+Wolves/Fade+Into+(The+Ocean)
and if CYBE ids correct we want HELP
Here, curiosity placed far a lone box
That contains a canal but scared mixture
Not to be seen; How awful can it fox?
She would have never mind the box structure
But while she wonders so continuously
She anxiously betrayed her prone caution
Making out need to know ambotiously
Where nothing ever remains same option
Like scientists go every year to space
In discovery to channel their new aim
Experimenting hiw to reproduce
Then dreadful CORONA VIRUS did claim
Its hunt without a ceasing curse tension
Claiming lives; breaths trail down to detention
The Deplorables
Because there was hilly billy running around all willy nilly. flipping and flopping his fishy filet, now he's sloppin the mopin today. Out walikin' n chillin', n stalkin road killin', for black pot fillin', the kettle's the villain. Can't quite get it right, fight though he might, his light not bight by a right sight. Yet never has he ever, on any endeavor, goten it together to weather the whatever. Whether he's hootin' n hollerin' or rockin' n rollin', he's stumbling n bumbling, "dem cookie be crumblin." A pathetic excuse this obtuse red recluse, this mighty white wighty n righty up tighty should never reproduce. These cringey, whingey, power stingy, fumblin', grumblin', crumblin', mumbling, creatures' main feature's are backwards preachers, thruth bleachers, no teachers, and NASCAR skreechers. Hee-haw, southern draw, drug withdrawal, slack jaw, Maw n Uncle Papaw. Trumpy dumpy little stumpy, frumpy clumpy always grumpy, no last straw. Vile and bile, world reviled, can't reconcile such a defiled lifestyles, and all the while, siege heil siege heil.
In early years, we introduce
Our kids to rhymes of Mother Goose
And then move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes that joy will stick.
In school, most teachers reproduce
Some famous poems and then induce
Their students, taking no excuse,
To write their versions, quick.
This seems like language arts abuse
And children might just say vamoose
When rhyme and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain them, tight and thick.
To me, though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my brain runs out of juice,
It’s what will make me tick.
visual
chords
crystallise
finish
&condense
exotic
experiences
excel
the
urbane
reproduce
spontaneously
scatter
their charms
clear
traces
of
the
contemporary
to
contemplate
in
continuity
Find a cool place with tolerant people
Move right in, enjoy (or rather exploit)
Their kindness and abundance
Get firmly planted, reproduce
Bring your families over too
And the very cultures and oppressive systems
You supposedly were fleeing
Until suddenly before they know it
You have become intractable
A social and political force
Of chaos.
(11/6/25)
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
A Little Fish
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal.
Headless and nicely packed they were, except for one that
had a head-on was alive. I filled water in a jar.
Put the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs.
The headless sardines in the tin, so still and dead, I could
not eat them, put the tin back in the fridge.
My little sardine grew too big for the jar, and cats were circling
The house, looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction,
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation-
I don`t know how fish reproduce, but a year later, a school
of sardines were swimming around, except for one that
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and
The people rejoiced, thinking it was going to last forever,
And then there were none except one, my sardine in oil.
I went down to the lake when the sardine saw me
was glad, jumped up in the air, and was caught by a bird.
Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story.
basic instincts ^
hunger survival ~
urge to reproduce
Memorial Day marks the passage of time
Of valor in battles remembered sublime
A quiet flashback of a personal loss
And fiery fields one was dashing across
The action, the sound and bright flare light
The odor of danger in faraway night
The luck and misfortune, all hell breaking loose
Adrenaline high one cannot reproduce
Forever with you, war leaves no one alone
A recent or distant, remembrance zone
For all who have perished, a prayer reserved
Memorial Day evokes those who served
© 2022
“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
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