I agree it’s a flaw, to lack respect
For the usual silly proud words that match
Some symbolic achievement where I didn’t act
Didn’t bother to start “my way” from scratch
Wasn’t able to worry about learning curve
Didn’t listen to those dour faces drag
Took them maybe easier than they deserve
Never waved any bright or a bleached rag
I don’t have the required reserves of hypocrisy
Wouldn’t initiate any commences
Neither I stand for empire nor democracy
With folly defense at my own expenses
Call me a psycho gripped by indifference
Call me whatever you like but don’t kill
Deceased, I won’t add any sensual coherence
To the mess you alter thinking it’s your will.
Before I walked into those caves, I had reserves. I asked God to help me triumph over the other gods. He granted my request, and I went into the caves after 273 steps. Walking into the caves was an experience. Even an old woman from an Indian family was walking with bare feet. Seeing the young women walking in and out of the caves barefoot was a sight. Mostly, since many of them were beautiful. Their outer appearance. Looking at their feet, I realized a message. To become a beautiful person, one must undergo rigorous training, as the journey is what shapes one.
The bare feet reminded me of the ‘Footprints in the Sand.’
You are being carried toward greatness, even when it seems like you are pushing a boulder uphill.
You must go through the trial before you can enjoy the fruit.
Just as those women probably had a foot massage later, so must we, as people, work hard and then find pleasure later in our journey.
Today, it is my sacred duty
to understand and express this Spanish beauty,
but did you happen to know, perchance,
that Dora Maar had hailed from France?
Beautiful, sophisticated, and elegant,
her eyes show she's intelligent.
They shine dark, and her hair does too,
a splash of yellow on ruffles blue.
Her jacket is geometrically composed.
What she observes is undisclosed.
She has a thought, which she reserves,
revealing it - what purpose would it serve?
I love her greenly painted fingertip,
touching an eminently kissable lip.
Somethings missing, an anomalisa,
yet, to me, she shames the Mona Lisa.
Why is it that the way she's drawn,
a good portion of her head is gone?
In Leonardo's picture, a smile was "halfed",
but it's the cerebrum in Pablo's craft.
Guernica, was inspired, by lovely Dora,
the lady with enlightened aura -
a mysterious creature, surrealist,
photographer, painter, anti-fascist.
What I proclaim now, I know whereof,
henceforth, with her, I am in love.
All powers belong to God
Those powers being abused
Belong to deceptive entity
Choice is greater than fate
For fate favors right choice
You choose good reap goodness
Rather go to pitfalls, behave
Why choose good karma instead
All good flowers wait for right time
Bloom properly and shine the most
Unexpected come surprises
Yet manage to show some reserves
Life grows where love abounds
In perfect time beauty surrounds.
To try to plan a special day
Is tougher than it sounds,
For sometimes circumstances make
Some choices out of bounds.
Of all the problems one could have,
This one won’t even rate,
Yet still, it’s nice to find a way
To get to celebrate.
A brand-new venue possibly
Won’t work out to one’s taste,
But there won’t be surprises in
A place that’s been embraced.
The effort spent on research
Might just frazzle someone’s nerves
And there might be second guessing
In a place that one reserves.
Maybe visiting a favorite haunt
And ending with a meal
Will bring home the point that special days
Are really no big deal.
Dear Mr Putin.' At this time, of world need
Is there? Any possibility? In the middle east
Conflict you could intercede.? After so many millions of lives were tortured and lost, just in your own Russia, when hitlers
Armies marched across, i will give that monster no more time..I move back to today and now, and the need of a well balanced character.' In a world of deceit, well defined.
Amid, threats of global chaos.' I beleive you
Would have the ear; of others,
who lead that
Might assist, and to be fair..Its you and trump i
Have mostly studied, so here i will desist.'
you i
See are a tested statesman, who holds his
Line, and protects his reserves, a Christian
By self assertion, dear Mr Putin would you
Perhaps now serve.? By contacting those you feel, are pragmatic.' To bring such mayhem
We now face to heel.' I ask in Christ as a bondsman..Can you project some sanity.?
Maybe? (broker with others,) a world calming deal.'
Mary found a dinosaur egg
in her closet
The stork was the latest victim
Of rye bread and corned beef we speak
dancing in the everglades
A pale moon worshiped the morning sky
Trauma aboard the toy boat in the bathtub
incestuous conversation in the lobby
Golden pianos warm up the soup
Flying ninjas escalate the fight over
landfill’s gold reserves
Barf is, too, a clinical term
Jasmine Crockett, not Davy
Larry Bird, not Admiral
Eisenhower, Stevenson and Kennedy
Three Flyways
Computers yield to the abacus
tummy ache, all better
Suburban lawnmowers on the prowl, daddy
On my path to uncle's village apartment,
I was in hurry , whistling in joy and
excitement.
The decorated garden with beautiful flowers, The timely arrival of rain and its showers.
Where morning are enriched with soothing sun rays,
Reminds me of fairy tales and heavenly vergent fays.
Working farmers in the field to earn future reserves,
The nature renders the creature everything they deserve.
The settlements are integrated and the bonding is strong,
It carries the flow of a wave to propagate this life and beyond.
The vibrant nature dictates its urgency to flow in rivers,
To provide drinking water to all the thirsty survivors.
It is the most amazing thematic appreciation of nature,
Where all the dwellers are its signatory proprietor.
A ticket pinned to the thigh reserves it,
the whole cadaver is parceled off - of course.
Legs are a late harvest, these often-indigent parts
carry a visual poverty long after the body is plucked.
Under watchful eyes the young medics
separate muscle groups, filter large blood vessels
from fibrous runnels, hesitant scalpels
seek out fascial planes.
The leg is devolving to scraps,
yet, ingrained in the tissue
I sense residual shades of a former life,
seaside postcards, old photographs,
perhaps campaign ribbons, odd tokens
amongst yellowed newspaper clippings,
all briefly surface as conjectured images
beneath a probing knife.
The gray flesh retains its personal history,
I imagine that behind the knee
there is a wife, children, and a separation
all spectrally etched between femur and tibia.
Much of the ensuing bone-whittling years
are demonstratively scored
across a formaldehyde and jelled narration.
The students suppose they dissect a limb,
while I notion that I turn over bloodless pages,
of an unwritten story,
and now the last few attached ligaments
remain as threads that speak at last
of a long journey’s end.
I’m more inclined to write of shoveling snow
As I like to write about the things I know
Yet will reflect upon the dazzling flakes
Depending on how long the shoveling takes
For children wait with snowmen on their minds
And mother peeks from behind venetian blinds
While I the roller of “snowmanic” orbs
Must protect my snowball fight reserves
Snow angels hover o’er the battlefield
To see if age or youth is first to “yield”
Surrend’ring to the call to outside lunch
Hot chocolate and the sound of snowy crunch
Thus does the chill of winter thrill us all
Whether we be snowmen short or tall
I hear you are turning your backs on c o p 31..Great news, and action..Never a doubt
Stay this course.' You're going ( great guns ) You have the reserves, invest in your own
Its time to show this world, Australia
We not only will stand ' yet will thrive on our own.' On our own terms, we can handle
Anything that comes.' Stand together now
Aussies and claim; spot number one.)
Eighty-four years later -
yet still you bleed
glimmering sheen of oil
from reserves once newly fueled
before you burned
an unsuspecting victim
of the cutting edge
of desperate war.
Your nation rallied fast,
took fiery vengeance of its own
over wooden cities.
One fire deserves another, doesn't it?
And now, keeping watch over your broken form,
your younger sister floats proudly.
She hosted their surrender
Now she remains the other bookend -
The knowing triumph to your ignorant defeat.
And the story is long concluded...
But still you bleed.
written by 17:21
2025-10-22
Emancipation of poverty laws
All non surplus delivered posts in native
Landscape are hereby confined
Loss of reserves is significant
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Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
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Starving allegiance
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