Languaging the place is happening
A voicestro of ideas
And involvement
Obstructing legislation
Command and finance
The handling of its own press
Pressing solutions
In the middle of a fraud
Yet in all time
A take part type of gal and guy
Suppose a person asked a city for funding around rent for themselves, an office, range of ten thousand a month
Today cresting 5 billion in debt of unauthorized hijacking of home development law
The brits most popular surname
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel
Nguen will soon take over Alabama
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit
Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION
System and Nature balance demands
If we attacked by ANT the servers
SO they are tasked
What do we task them with
Preservation of cultures important
Diasporas, gardens,
INDEPENDENCE at least
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST
If you felt joyful
Your LIMIT would be met
The cyber is more clever
Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT
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Not knowing what the times sing, we,
Forest flames well before spring, we,
Our joy of life nowhere in sight,
At festive times fidgeting we.
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Life’s not just a stray piece of time
Given to us, reason nor rhyme,
It has a full spectrum of shades--
Far violets to infra reds,
A journey and rare odyssey,
Seldom do we live all alive,
And set off nowhere to arrive,
Live, but deep within all empty
Amidst all our strident gaiety,
To celebrate in a vacuum.
We take part but stand all apart,
Soul goes with us, nor ever heart.
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Quatrain |21.07.2025| men, life, time
Note: The four lines of this quatrain could well be the first two couplets of a ghazal. The following ten lines elaborate what the quatrain has to say.
Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
I close my eyes on this Warm Summer Day
And slowly my mind is lead far away
Back to another time so long ago
And to melodies I remember so
The music of Surfin Safari to Surfin USA
There was no mistakin Brian’s talent had introduced a new
Music craze
Why there wasn’t anybody who didn’t take part in the songs, the cars, the Surfin, and the Girls
Especially the girl’s
Like the man said he wished they all could be California Girls
Why it was all summer long that they enjoyed all the fun fun fun
But don’t worry baby they always wandered back in their room until it was Time to catch a wave and once again they were sitting on top of the world
And now the time has come for brother Brian to join Dennis and Carl
All three united again
In the far distance one can hear music calling out like
A long lost friend
As those good vibrations gently fall from heaven on to the sea
Smiling down the three brothers see
In the far distance the Sloop John B
In Memory of Brian Douglas Wilson of the Beach Boys
O gentle sleep. Most precious of secrets
Carefully placed between sunlight and twilight’s touch of warm air and wet kiss
Asunder from me, Yet all of me woven into a spiders web of silken spun strings. Reliving each and every moment in one’s lifetime. Again, then yet again.
Bizarre creatures I’ve created, shouting messages of concern. The very monsters that haunted my childhood. Now offering guidance, sworn allegiance to me for they know they have been conquered, so long ago.
A maestros wand, weaves a tapestry so intricate. Each line intersects. Yet does not interfere with one another.
O welcome sleep. With each worry and every dream. Days labor comes to end
On soft pillows where I’m lead towards a fantasy, I must then, take part in an eternal play
Filled with obscurity and dismay
In search of meanings to each day.
A leprechaun who was afraid
To take part in today’s big parade
Found a good place to hide
But once he was inside
Quickly saw the mistake he had made.
For instead of a pub to appease,
With some corned beef and Guinness to please,
It became very plain
He’d be eating lo mein
Since the place he was in was Chinese.
Still, the waiters went out of their way
To make sure that this unplanned delay
Was as good as could be
So, along with his tea
Was a cookie to brighten his day.
When he opened the fortune, he read,
“Though you’re Irish, we’re glad you were led
To try out our cuisine;
Now it’s back to the green
For great riches for you lie ahead!”
On faltering the ill
tempered surrender
the speechless ignorance
of their fathers
Challenge never knew
of their presence
Accountants of pressure
frequent one another
Rarely daring to take part
in the discussion.
Dear muse, my brain
Has gone so mushy,
Pray come take part,
Please do not refrain,
Want to write a poem
That’s gushy.
My paper white and blank,
My thoughts no spark,
My mind once was a thinking tank,
Now buried deep and dark.
Imagination crushed,
Letters prefer to hide and seek,
Words that flash by, dashed,
My muse the culprit, am I too meek?
My inclination to write gone,
I think I must curl up and die,
Can’t even write a song,
Must find a far far place to cry.
Word got out I was unhappy,
Another muse phones me,
Says she alone takes any credit,
No thank-you don’t you see,
Where would be my merit?
I heard a far faint voice,
I ‘ll never leave you, I’m no fake,
It was the only choice,
I’m part of you and you part of me,
I just needed a break.
So, let’s get to work,
I think you’ve done quite well,
Yesterday I overheard,
Someone say you’re swell.
Together we’re a team,
A thought just crossed my mind,
It’s sometimes good to let
Off steam,
First lets wine and dine,
And then a dreamy subject find.
The smell of blood dominated the field
but to the culprit, He had put a shield
Where is justice?
Did he not deserve to be punished?
The whole nation rebelled against him.
Drove his patience boil down to a steam.
He lost is reward, by that one thing
He still chose to be forgiving
Getting stoned, is hard to forget
He felt every hit closer to death
Determine to pardon everyone who take part
He still smiled with his open heart
Do justice and mercy go together?
Seems like evil has it's own way
To escape the trial and deal with it's crime
But someone promised, there will come a time
Mercy, Mercy, who has the right to wield you?
Justice, Justice, are you even true?
The clock is ticking when will we hear his gavel?
The judge silently examining the rebels
He hears the whispers and cries
of all people on all nations
Soon enough everyone will witness
his vindication and justification
Jah is a rock! He will not be moved or swayed
Mercy wil be given, Justice will come in play
At the end of the system of things, the revelation,
sheep will be separated from goats on that day
Alice passed away this week,
But it would just be wrong
If a Turkey Day went by without
Us listening to her song*.
For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale
About her restaurant
And he started a tradition
Which, each year, I always want.
We’re sitting in the car, en route
To have our special meal
And at noon on classic radio,
My husband at the wheel,
The eighteen minute tune comes on;
We laugh at every word
Of this “massacree,” a story
Which, though true, is most absurd.
And when the chorus comes around,
We belt it loud and clear,
Reminding us that it’s Thanksgiving
And we’re all still here.
Today we pulled up early,
(Me, my daughter and my spouse)
To the driveway of our son
And soon he exited his house
In the pouring rain and climbed inside,
While Arlo did his thing
And he joined right in, so chorus time,
The four of us did sing.
More family waited in his home,
But they did not take part.
Still, this was the moment of the day
That really touched my heart.
*Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” by Arlo Guthrie
Step forth
Time to speak
Take a part
Take part
Practice
Take the microphone
Step forth
Enter your arena
What you’ve been waiting for
You have the floor
and choices
Speak up?
Speak clear?
Let your face fill with cheer
In that moment
of change
your brain’s rearrange
you will like it
I promise
and will relish
the next time
you step up
Don’t become cocky
but be brave
and confident
cocksure but balanced
Bold
then settle back
and let the next voice
take over
Don’t be jealous
if they do it better
What is better?
We take turns
remember -
you learned that
in Kindergarten
We all have a part
to practice
in this life
Let us be a member
of mankind
and kind for that matter
idi amin; hitlers sins..stalin pharoah ceaser many geezers
Primed with power, poor agendas always a lender' tied together masses heavy levered; watching' the gates and schwab scoros schwartzenegger.colin powel mengle mussolini and xi. I'm out on on putin..yet no disputing..'No
War is peaceful.' Many descriptions sow deceitful.' Poor
White people..Poor black people..Take the burdens observe
Not the curtain' (or woven web) world net..Spider set?
Marvel do you? Yet maybe not? That information speeds.'plans in feeds? For Nations mediums false-prophet-less.) Souless! Attack the wholeness..Human need
Not bettered by greed' I also address one point.' I confess
That might be right? Of all above brokers above ( most are
White) priviledged white people? Some Swiss are ' or other?
And if that changes? Will there still be grift.? I call for
Jesus..Who alone can lead us ' suffered while in power.)
So fine His mission.' Deep decision..Religion is broken.' By
His body By His pain. He who walked the earth..Who smashed the reins.' Now hell is open..Look and see.' Turn
Away don't take part..Let His Love set you free.!
Knowingly take part,
In a dangerous game, love,
A high risk of pain.
Poetry contests offer an inspiration frame,
where the competing poems get fairly judged,
get a place in the shared showcase.
It’s not to earn any literary accolade or fame,
for nobody is running a poetic race.
The contest entry is the choice of free will,
as there’s limitless options for the muse
to follow the sponsors’ edicts in plenty.
The bowl of beguiling erudite soup,
where the lyrical noodles wriggle,
poets stir with their magical wands of word,
turning it into an alluring pond
with the slithering reeds invisible.
The challenging urge of the fellow poets,
makes scholarly swimming contests abound.
Many participants with sailing aspirations
plunge in the uncharted waters of the pond,
and glide with the lyrical rhythm to win.
I haven’t yet learnt to swim well
in the deep waters of infinite imagination,
but the call of contest inspires me to take part.
As the ace swimmers win the arduous races,
I manage to keep afloat,
tangled in the tangible twigs of opinion,
spend the toughest time in the pond, learning.
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