Time i see it not.' Yet its journey has yet not stopped' if two hundred years were
The span of your days.? You would read
Better, the woes of each age' failing this
Hit the history trail, if more did; could we have
Less seething, or tantying, or railing rage.? Look at 1853; 56.' You might get to learn of dark tricks, 1910 a time of Spanish flu, 1914 and a war just grew? Forty one years untill the second go.' To clear out
fachists is the way it did go.' 1965 we got
Into nam..' right after the Korean one
damn! con-vid has been and gone
If you were two hundred now you
would have lived through every, one..Maybe you can see a pattern now, old europe can be a greedy sow, many world leaders, on puppet strings, its not just a theory, things
Turn to similar in our timeframe again, convid has been and gone' old europe eyes Crimea again..For you see a stratagist, once said who rules there, holds the world, in a
pillory, Fred or charlie or wally? Or who.? Can't you see
On which foot is the shoe.' I suggest you find out really fast, or your jacksie, might
Get one up it? way too hard' and, quite fast.'
We used eggroll wrappers
to make the best
taco beef
with fried cheese
and three cheese
cassorole
delisious
topped with crush doretos and shredded cheese.
tomato sauce dripping
teasing the hungriest persons imagineation
a dish for people
who like delious food!
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He lacked concern for
the people who wished to use the flute!
I sent my Giant Incain Monster
to deal with his foolishness
as he refused to wipe off
the mouthpiece!"
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written by: Professor Jerga de Feriantes
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Stay or you will die
Stay or I will die
Can you not see we give each other life?
Winter is near
The demons will need warmth
The squirrels say they spawn from hell
Perhaps that's why they cannot survive without our heat.
I digress,
If more of you leave, I'll be sure to standout
Have I ever mistreated you and your brethren
Do I disgust you so much that you'd choose death over my company?
Stay till summer, then you can leave
Quiet down,
I hear the demon's cackle
Stay or he'll take my life
He's got an axe, mayhaps he won't notice that I'm dry
Do not approach me you demon
Produce your own heat
Cut me down now but I shall live on
Who needs leaves?
My children have developed roots
I shall live on!
Once upon his signet ring
a maxim true and wise,
Which, Gave him counsel,
for every change or chance:
'Even this shall pass away!'
II.
Trains through the sand
Brought gems
Fleets
Brought pearls
But Treasures wealth?
the King would say;
'Even this shall pass away.'
III.
In his court, the sport,
When the palms
Burned with clapping
He, Cried, O loving friends of mine!
'Even this shall pass away.'
IV.
Lady fairest his queen.Pillowed
Whispering to his soul,
Mortal flesh must come to clay:
'Even this shall pass away.'
V.
Fighting on Soldiers bleeding
Groaning Pain is hard to bear,
But with patience day by day,
'Even this shall pass away.'
VI.
Towering Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose statue carved in stone.
Gazing Asked
what is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay:
'Even this shall pass away.'
VII.
at the Gates of Gold,
Spake he
Life is done, but what is Death?
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray --
Even this shall pass away'
(Blackout of The King's Ring by Theodore Tilton)
My dear, like the fragrant bloom, thou art health
and beauty to my soul, and blood to my
dry veins and starving marrow such free wealth
of life which for joy grateful eyes do cry.
Beloved, though far removed from me in years,
and distant in miles, thou art near in heart;
so, love is here and sorrow disappears,
for in spirit we're never far apart.
But though I'm exalted by your rare mind,
and find comfort in your warm words of love,
for which I treasure and so must remind
myself, that we shall always rise above.
Though I am weak, for thee I shall be strong,
my love, for we will triumph before long.
Where shall I go?
Where to seek solace?
This commotion engulfs me, like a hurricane untamed.
They say 'tis time to choose,
But what shall I choose?
Myself or the mirage they made of me?
Shall I follow the footsteps I long carved before?
Or break free of all constraints and wish for the best?
What shall I choose?
MyseIf or the mirage they made of me?
Deep within, I quiver, for the much awaited metamorphosis "Oh she will not let us down", they say
But now I see it true, I was never a mere reflection of you
The day dawns arid and dry,
even the houseflies refuse to come out.
Whatever shall the old uncles do
to count the minutes until sunset?
It really doesn’t matter much,
it’s ashes to ashes; dust to dust.
Shall I compare thee to a hunter skilled?
Thou art more fluffy and flearidden:
Rough winds do not shake thou steady gaze,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a pelt;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shine,
And often is thou fur untrimmed;
Yet small rodents are but divine,
But cat’s evolved everchanging limbs;
But thy eternal hunter shall not fade.
Thou’s opals are like owl’s.
And such, thou is feared in sunlight and the shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as rats can breathe or their eyes to see,
So long lives thou claws and gives purpose to thee.
When dawn on the valley came singing anew,
And the heavens were painted a glorious blue,
I lifted my voice with a grateful refrain,
For mercy had called me from sorrow and pain.
The Lord is my Shepherd, my refuge, my guide,
A fountain of hope through the years that abide;
His promise shall carry the weary and worn,
Like music that rises with each golden morn.
I’ve wandered through shadows where troubles have grown,
Yet grace gave me courage and strength of my own;
The Savior stood near in the trials I knew,
And opened the pathway where faith could shine through.
So sing, all ye faithful, with joy in your song,
For heaven’s great kingdom is mighty and strong;
The love of the Father shall ever remain,
A blessing of comfort through sunshine and rain.
When my final hymn reaches the heavens above,
I’ll rest in the arms of eternal love;
For souls that are humble and steadfastly pray,
Shall find everlasting and glorious day.
When all seems lost the sun still rises ~
AP: 1st place 2026
The price is paid, the blood is shed..No
devil in hell will make our bed.' The pearl
Once purchased cannot be sold.' No one
Should start again the refrains, dead and
Old.'
Or strew such
Treasure before the pigs..Who tear the
Soil and but shallow dig.' Who grunt at
Wisdom.' And scream at the wind, that
Blows ill or good..What matters it them.?
All for the slaughter, act like this, as unholy
Demons shudder and hiss, they stir up the
Wars and all thats amiss.' Remove our
focus from such; I àsk you Lord' may peace of the spirit bind all Jesus's people in one direction; mind and accord.!
And you shall know the truth
But what good will it do
If no one believes you
I am experiencing different emotions
I will not be swallowed up by the ocean
My fears will not bound me
My doubts will not derail me
I shall push and prevail
I shall fight and excel
I took it upon myself
to conquer my fear
I had enough of living
with excessive caution
Never again would I shudder
at the threat of water
I would become the epitome
of courage for all to see
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You shall be in my place,
Until you kept it real.
Your thigh were my comfort,
Until no one can replace.
my words aren't heard,
Until you were eerie.
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