the Gandy Dancers Sougan and Swanson Pulaski bested Bobcat Titan Taquito
and Lighting Fecon Taquito in Off the Grid Thunderbox match.
Were both team members had to be thrown in the Thunderbox to receive the Contract to face the tag Champions. Feint Schmoz was referree.
"Big Fluffy" Poebelle Mouette and his Gal "Mean Hussy"
ffaced Consceince "The Director of Morality" in a
Figure Four Showdown. Winner: Moutte at 14:14.
Main Event
"Proud" Ivory and "The Pride of Godbout" Ebony Fizz
beat World Tagteam Champions
" All About Knowthing" Bassy Grist and " Treble" Treat Tatum
With a Stratinberg Six" a version of
the DoomsDay Device.
"he strated air playing
like he had a Guitar.
than we saw the the third Wallup
of the Night!
PEP squad
Hello, let's cheer for the ones to hear
the gladness of our souls
The voices of the ones who speak
surefooted, strong and bold
The PEP Squad shares enlightended ways
together they bring gladder days
But many wish to keep them down
Crowd them with disdain so loud
Owens, west and wiley know and
Tatum, Scott and Owens glow
with light and grace that can't be drowned
by wicked souls and misery frowns.
The PEP squad shines and brings us hope
Denouncing those known misanthropes
This the land of free and of brave
the PEP quad needs spportive way
For though they do not ever cave
this country is slammed with depraved
Let's cheer them on as they speak and try
PEP quad, PEP Squad detoxify
the nation and the world from strife
Caused by those of of malicious life
Many, many more names I know
who are truly PEP but for space I showed
only a few of the proud people to know
that without them we will NEVER grow
to be as we are enshrined to be
with blessings and tranquility
A sense of the universe
In all its diverse
Forms can give rise
To a profound apprehension of the lies
That abound
All around
As if we prefer not to see
How we
Are implicated at the very core
In a raw
Vital way in ecological catastrophe
By our desire for mastery
To be in charge of our fate
And we refuse to wait
To recognise deep within our heart
That we are part
Of the what we perceive to be the stuff of the real
And to recognise our need to heal
What is out of kilter with God’s rhythm
So when we find ourselves caught in a gigantic schism
We must not deny
The moat in our own eye
The block
That enables us to mock
The wonder of creation
As if life was all imagination
Amenable to sophisticated modifications
Subtle alterations
And not a gift given us by life’s creator
Humankind’s maker
For we are not the end of the story
And God is the source of true glory
Do we dare to pause and ponder?
The sheer wonder
That life is not something for us to sift
And re-arrange but is a gift
To treasure
Beyond all that we can ever measure
Jane Tatum©
>A mind game
Played on someone over time can maim
Crippling their sense of truth
For unlike the follies of youth
Thought
Is something that is not taught?
Indeed, much learning is encouraged by rote repetition
Yet for the most part the human condition
Communicates by sharing thoughts
Learning the mutual value of each others ought’s
Many of which we take on undigested
Even if hotly contested
Rarely do we absorb and understand our actions
How inadvertently we are caught up in chain reactions
Truth to be real needs a personal assent
It is not just a question of intent
Or belief being something to confess
Or profess
For a belief in God of whatever creed
Entails looking at and appreciating the reality of our need
For something beyond the machinations of the mind
A revelation of a wholly other kind
A profound recognition of something other
And our responsibility to one another
For life is not ours to deploy
As if the world was a toy
Jane Tatum©>
Tatum, who can see
beyond the bend...
and will it ever end,
all in good time?
Through the storms,
your childhood dreams...
of being
who you are.
But you became
a diamond...
in the ruff.
In paper moon,
an endless swoon,
and patterns...
that would take your heart away...
And you would stray...
But you would see it through,
until you knew...
just who you are.
All around you,
it was there,
the temptations...
you would bear
with all your soul.
But you would keep on
dreaming...
find those moon beams
in your life.
And some would say...
Keep selling those Bibles,
girl!
I wasn’t born in Lincoln
But my mama named me so
My name is Lincoln Tatum
It’s a name you ought to know
I can’t read or write or spell
I can’t even speak or add
But I’m really quite charming
And I got that from my dad
That’s how he wooed my mama
Won her heart, her love so dear
He charmed her right to heaven
And that’s just how I got here
I wasn’t born in Lincoln
But my mama named me so
My name is Lincoln Tatum
It’s a name that you now know