25th on “100 Greatest Britons,” Stephen Hawking
used ground-breaking "text-to-speech” talking.
Given few years to live with Lou Gherigs’ Disease,
he surpassed expectations when life he did seize!
I'm eating a hot dog for breakfast
With mustard and ketchup
Watching lecture 18 of
'How to Listen to & Understand Opera'
Sometimes it's pain au chocolat,
But I'm in pain getting in the car at
6:41am; I drive in the darkness
Cuckoos, frightened birds,
Donkey-Jupiter, hurdy-gurdy
Tears, sorrow, cries
I hear the clouds -
See a chariot drawn by two frogs
I say out loud, "That's a mad silhouette of a person."
Such a description may well give the
Impression that the Earth is out of sorts
And every morning, this is the
Birth of comedy
I check the football news
There was a punch-up at the end of yesterday's game.
"Look how happy the crowd is to see a man being strangled."
The pig is in the poke.
In quiet moments and golden spaces,
It tells a tale of grace and growth.
Words used to be shadows, but now they are light.
Anu makes things right by speaking clearly [1].
To hear every murmur and ease every suffering, with ears that now open like petals to rain.
Feeling the tone instead of just hearing it
A steady listener, the greatest known
We wandered the aisles of Justrite four times.
To peaceful, lovely times spent at home.
While traveling to Offa and Ede's lengthy sweep,
are the miles of memories we have accumulated to preserve.
After a year of gradual and genuine exploration,
Your listening skills have improved, and your voice has become softer.
Every hour we spend together, I see a new Anu—a confidante, a partner, and everything to me.
Copywright@Bamgboye stephen
He waited for the bus.
They saw a threat.
He just existed.
They saw a black man.
He was not a man -
He was a boy,
Only eighteen -
Killed because of his skin.
Killed because of colour
two convicted.
Most acquitted.
On a technicality.
Double jeopardy.
He had dreams.
To his killers that didn't mean anything,
He wanted to be an architect.
They didn’t see him as a human being.
His name -
Stephen Lawrence,
And not with a ‘v’
His name was Stephen Lawrence,
Rest in peace, you’ll forever be alive in our memories
The Field's From
Star Star's Lead!
Song's Stephen Foster, .... Brings!
This is a serious question,
I don't want to cause a stink,
but how can you really tell
when you're out of invisible ink?
Scientists ask great questions.
They don't do it for a lark.
We know about the speed of light
so, what's the speed of dark?
The car mechanic called me
while I was eating some clam chowder.
He said I can't fix your brakes,
so I made your horn louder.
The paranormal world is fascinating,
it really is so grand.
All those who believe in psychokinesis:
go ahead and raise my hand.
I remember when the candle shop burned down.
The firemen arrived without delay.
Everyone in the crowd stood around
and started singing Happy Birthday.
I like to watch new movies.
They often start the latest trends.
But if Barbie is so popular,
why do you have to buy her friends?
I have failed at many things.
Often times I've cried.
If at first you don't succeed,
destroy all evidence that you tried.
Life is one great big adventure.
It's all about what we do.
So, if at first you don't succeed,
then skydiving's not for you.
overlook hotel these old rooms have such stories to tell daddys home
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He thrusts his fist against his mouth
to keep the screams from spilling out,
Wading through the choking stink
he shivers and shakes on madnesses brink,
Clutching hands grip spade and pick
as the last wisps of sanity slip,
STOP STOP STOP
The voices scream into one ear
GO GO GO
Speaks the others a little more clear
My darling babe
Is all he can say
It’s him I need
Is all he can plead
Meek and mild,
He weeps for his child
Through the bleary hurt
The man begins his Grave Work
The windows shimmer in a fit of snow and wind, early in the season,
with a smack of uncertainty. Snow and bitter cold frost the glass like
half of Dad’s old Chess pieces. Through glass we peer dimly as if looking
for a dream.
Playing Chega de Saudade on a dry piano carries authentic tones
of the bitterness which Dr. Denning captured in her account of a
1970s or 80s trip to Russia among Bohemians yearning to hold on
to an unbridled youth and freedom not possible in the West since.
I never read her book but find its contents indelible some 15 years
since taking her class in the early months of 2008. Through the glass
passes fleeting scenes of the past to make the world a little warmer.
Two timelines eventually converge into one, leaving the rubbish behind.
I
Our universe, if investigated a little bit
Will amaze us, and build faith past limit
II
The universe may be expanding now
It was smaller before the Big Bang (as it were)
It has contracted & expanded since U know
It may just be the birth & death cycles
Has repeated as in death & birth of stars
S. Hawking said, So long as there is gravity
The Universe can rebirth itself ( re-create itself)
Most of the stars in our universe has been or
Or occupy some spit up on the giant "sky canvas"
Only 5 percent of syats will be born in the years
Or time that we measure ... Time humans expect to see in future
Amazing science truths and speculations: modifying the Phoenix rising from Ashes myth
I
Cosmos has some constant and Einstein got closest in a century
- pure gravity
II
Hawking stated loudly, If there's gravity, the cosmos will create itself
III
Gravity, in black Holes too, is Love of God: it cancels all laws by Grace-Gravity
And Stephen, full of grace, performed great signs;
The Freedmen rose, disputed what he said.
Unable to withstand, they soon resigned;
They leveled claims of blasphemy instead.
They stirred up folks; the news, like wildfire, spread.
’Twas seized, brought ‘fore the council ‘gainst his will
Where witnesses bore testimony ill,
“Says Jesus will destroy this holy place,
Seeks to reverse what Moses has instilled!”
But Stephen bore a calm, angelic face.
—————
(from Acts 6)
Goodbye Stephen, you brightened our way
With lyrics that said what we couldn’t say,
With music that touched our spirit, our soul,
You picked us up broken, put us back whole.
In Memory of Stephen Sondheim
land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies
five urban colours
through unflinching eyes
tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play
smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day
sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes
strange brooding faces
and marionettes
people bent walking
with heads looking down
- if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town.
Stephen Joshua Sondheim
a lyricist of my time
Gypsy, West Side Story, Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods…
He was that good
11/27/2021
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