I observed quite stunned as lambie
Voicfully blundered
T'was indeed.. A great vicseral verbal chunda.! Contradictve.!
As it goes.. Is she addicted.? I guess
God only knows.?
Educational standards.? Of this minister?
All seems so skewed, I think indeed she is
More like a (sin-ister) maybe been speeded up
By the w e f.? I have suspicon shes of the
Left.? Or p'raps past any known reference point? I fully expected to hear an oink.' I guess
I ln Davos they've flattered her hard.'said you
Are the only clever person, a star.!
All other Aussies being only retards.' And i'll bet.?
As they say in America..She swallowed
The whole nine; yards.!
Time Today
Time
does not behave
as expected in this place
I find myself.
The very thought of a clock
on the wall is somehow...
profane against the moment.
Things have slowed down,
and speeded up,
in my mind.
My heart feels it...
My soul knows it...
Time
is not lost, but found here.
It is not made waste,
but used like gold to fashion
rings for a King,
held in place by miracles
unseen...
except and yet...
like only light beams
in the clouds
after storms.
Time lets rainbows be...
for us to see,
and let go.
You know.
Even if you don't want to
there are no exceptions
to the rule,
of the hour,
the minute
the second...
the last breath.
".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Scenes of my life passed by at lightning speed.
Everything in my being wants it to slow down,
in that moment as I thought that very thought
to my surprise at once, it slowed immediately.
I started to see things more precisely and clearly.
I studied each nuance, I was no longer blind,
I was gifted with a brand-new pair of eyes.
I found the beauty in any and everything I saw,
things that I thought meaningless and useless;
had much value and was very important to me.
My heart and my soul were bubbling over with
love, I appreciated all big or small life was good,
Then it speeded up again and then it was over.
5/30/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge- C Quotes
Sponsor: Constance La France
He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the village
All looked at him in awe
For none had ever seen
His like and type before
As they .peeped from the trees
He could see tapping feet
As he switched up the volume
And speeded up the beat
And they flooded in to the open
Left the shelter of their trees
At first just a little slowly
Then out in twos and threes
And the herders came and took them
Marched them to their ships of grey
That scoured through the skies
Of the endless Milky Way
And the forest seemed so silent
Not a sound to be heard
A silence finally broken
By the singing of a bird
And the projected image
Of the singer and his pets
Continued to perform
For a little while yet
Until the coming night
Cut solar batteries one by one
And as darkness bathed the clearing
The singer flickered and was gone
Throughout the history of human kind spirituality
has been the vehicle that leads us to a new modality
As breath is linked to life, it is the transient carnality
of the spirit, the one forever flow of wholesome chi
To breathe is to live, to live is to exist with extensity
born to take our first breath with lung flexibility,
we learn to appreciate our duration and existentiality
as we be breathed and speeded, into infancy
We live and have our moments in expectancy
honoring each other with loyalty and compliancy
The breath is the life and the life our determinacy
to exist, in a world of utter lunacy and discrepancy .
August 16, 2021
Form Used: Rhyme Royale
Friends are always loveable rascals
They make us laugh when needed
Lifting spirits they help make castles
Life without friends is slow speeded
Life without friends is slow speeded
lifting spirits they help make castles
They make us laugh when needed
Friends are always loveable rascals
16.8.2020
Mirror Mirror contest of John Lawless
2/26/18
Standing behind it, is a legion
The mystery continuing to deepen
Beyond all logic and reason
Occurring every season
Shining like a beacon
In any region
Where the terrain may steepen
Or remain even
Making the best of having freedom
Even though they want to put it in a museum
Information on it kept or deleted
As of recent
Still a secret
Nobody has seen this
And they don't know how to read it
It's mission hasn't been completed
Those standing in the way get defeated
No matter if they cheated
They are always the ones getting beaten
Next it proceeded and speeded
After what it truly needed
And it eventually succeeded
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 4
Verses 4 and 5
This blow dealt most hard broke Marcus's glaive
and second strike that Cedric gave hurt knight.
Ben Brooster laid Sir Marcus low with stave.
The blow put knight upon the clay - bad sight!
Then came to aid at Marcus's side full might
of Morley's blade that skewered Brooster clean.
Now Liege did pain and chase Black Knight to flight,
but Sinefred bold renewed attack with spleen.
With madding fury he did strike Lord Morley mean.
And Sinefred rained down blows on Morley's shield.
The strikes are double number those returned.
The older knight now tires but won't yet yield,
it's Marcus's time to be now quite concerned.
Black Knight's hand wave to Sinefred now is spurned.
The sword of Bleadershame wants Morley's life.
In speeded action - ho - the battle churned.
With mace Sir Marcus enters new the strife.
For he wants Morley Liege again to see his wife.
A Train and a Plane Raced once.
Plane failed to Take Off on Tracks.
Train over-speeded, Went Off Tracks.
A Bird and a Fish Raced once.
One Flew, One Swam, towards the Horizon.
They never reached the Finish Line.
A Pencil and an Eraser Raced once.
They ran Hand in Hand,
But both Lost to Digitization.
Time and Light Raced once.
Light dissolved into Night,
While Time’s Molested by Einstein.
Whispers as the trees gently swayed,
Each leaf having their own story to tell,
Millions of voices quietly Jabbering,
Incomprehensible to human ears
They prattled to each other,
Sometimes as people walked by,
They would rustle their leaves,
As to draw attention,
Seemingly very interested,
People often got scared,
Looking all around as they hurried away,
Thinking they were been followed,
The leaves would stop talking for awhile,
Then continue as the people speeded up,
Constantly chuntering none stop,
Other times people were braver,
Camped in tents to investigate,
With their tape recorders,
Trying to listen to the strange noises,
It didn’t bother the leaves,
They got more excited as the wind blew,
The more remote the woods,
The louder they got,
It was like they were been orchestrated,
Putting on a performance,
By the winds arrangement,
People not understanding,
Their ghostly like nature,
Of keeping nature free.
16/09/2016
Misapprehension
On my way to lunch
Drove the wrong way
Turned and followed the car`s
Silhouette
In front of me
Speeded up to join it
The car caught up with its
Illusion
And became whole again
Lunch at the café
As usual
Fred Enrolls in Obamacare
By Elton Camp
Fred liked what the president had to say
Enrolling in Obamacare should be okay
Because affordable insurance he needed,
To his computer Fred eagerly speeded
The government site came up right away
He thought, “Hey, this is really the way!”
“Somebody should’ve thought of this before.
I won’t have to pay high premiums anymore.”
However, before much information he found
The government site suddenly shut down
Though Fred tried again and again
There was simply no way to win
“Whoever designed this site is a bum.
It’s not accessible like Amazon.com.”
Fred finally surrendered to despair
About the insurance he didn’t care
With a sledge hammer and a frown
His computer he abruptly shut down
When I was a child my birthdays came
As seldom near as never.
While now it seems they’ve speeded up
And are coming at me ever.
I’m sorry to be such a jerk;
I really need your shoulder.
I’m bummed each birthday when it comes
Will find me one year older.
Life in the Slow Lane
By Elton Camp
If you live past sixty, things slow down
So that it takes a lot longer to get around
And another thing that you will find, too
In turning out work fast, you are through
Instead of speeding when you drive
You will slow down just to stay alive
Working in the yard no longer is play
Just trimming the roses can take all day
Off your tongue, words don’t glibly slide
That you’ve forgotten names, must hide
But the thing that’s speeded up is that
Cake is quicker to make your belly fat
Is the Watchdog Asleep?
By Elton Camp
According to what we have been told
To Medicare a bill of goods has sold
Fraudulent billings too often take place
To steal our tax money is a disgrace
Some medical providers have speeded
To charge for procedures not needed
Or to submit charges for tests not done
Because cheating Uncle Sam is such fun
Some equipment that is sold as being new
Through several patients it’s been through
Even patients may be in on some schemes
He gives his number & of kickbacks dreams
Then if he is asked about it, he agrees to tell
Yes, the doctor did that and did it just so well
Careful checks fraud such as this could detect
And into prison the crooked people then direct
So if the Medicare watchdog is actually sleeping
It is more on the watch that he should be keeping
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