Proposal
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By: Muchov Nuttin
Ababstract
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To introduce vast amounts of sodium to rough raw sand aka silca.
Objective
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To create sodium crystals that extract gold coloring from sand.
To extract iron from sad to create an ironized crystal.
Overall objective
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To extract pure gold in large qualities.
Idea
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Using desert sand and beach sand
Injecting hot malta like sodium into
Both raw and rough( sand) materials.
To inspire an ironish state of matter
There red crystals can be visible known
Rubato odvious
to the visible eye as ironized silca.
There the extraction of gold can occur.
"Rubato Odvious" a state were the reds
indicate the presence of gold.
Profet Objective
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To make this way of gold mining
the most profitable way of doing
So.
They say the city’s full of tales
that prey on children come the night
I know not of urban fear
the forest is my home, my dear
A place where owls do hoot the night away
where cries ring out ‘til break of day
That curl the hair upon your arm ~
That teach you to pray you come to no harm
Contest: Let's Do It
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem written 08/11/26
I came alive when we met.
You were energized with life.
Your love gave new life to me.
Me, you, life, and love.
Her conversation
chose pick of words
things he'd never thought
he'd ever hear
and things he was happy
to have heard
she told him she loved him
and would be glad to
be his wife
a desire to settle down
he'd be her partner for life
I pause to think
a excitement overwhelmed me
a nervous anticipation
ah joy that overwhelms me
I'll ask you then
for the world to see
Too complex for quietness
too many words could undermine
Ia silly grin
exposed me
everyone knew what was on my mind
a Suttle harmony
a melody so eccentric
love over whelmes me
a passion within
what a special gesture
my lover and friend
Before being stymied by what I know
laced in the floating finesse of fireflies
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
No-one enjoys losing four in a row.
There was an infinite amount of tries
before being stymied by what I know.
My fairy godmother’s gift to bestow
rounded out the smile in her replies,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
Always with such innocence to borrow
floating down from rainbow filled skies
before being stymied by what I know.
Wouldn’t even think to utter ‘I dunno’
my inner voice would never chastise,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
The pitter patter of a childhood show
takes us to dreamland until sunrise.
Before being stymied by what I know,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
flamingoes on one foot balance
talent like monkeys on bongos
playin' clarinets are baboons
raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'
lions on slide-trombones
headphones catch them cryin’
giraffes a-bangin' chimes
Times of L.A. laid off its staff
There once was a Boricua who’d sigh,
At a till just strolling on by.
At the party, coquito,
Blasting salsa and Tito,
She’d yell, “It’s ’til-get it right or goodbye!”
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
You know how much I love you
I've told you many times
In many different formats
In music and in rhymes
The question never whether
The answer was I do
And that love will not sever
Until my days are through
Everyone's heard the story
Of how the world began
How God created all in seven days
On the seventh day He took a restful stand
And God said "let there be light"
On day 1 God said "let the darkness
Divide from the light"
On the left darkness was the vast universe
The light was the promise of a bright future
And it took its place on the right
ON day 2 God divided the water
Seven times to make the seas
From it came the mightiest rivers
And the tiniest streams
On Day 3 God divided the valleys
From the peaks
Up grew the green grass and the
Yellow flowers (the beauty of nature
That everyone seeks)
On day 4 God divided the brightness
He made the sun, the moon and the stars
He sprinkled the stars against the night
so that to reach them
Never seemed very far
On day 5 God divided His praying hands
To cover the empty land
Fish swam the rivers
Beasts roamed the prairies
Birds flocked together in a strand
On day 6 God divided "lonely" from "life"
He scooped up the clay to make a man
And a rib from man's side made his wife
On day 7 God rested
(I'm sure He thought about all He'd done
and thought it would be the perfect place
to raise His only Son)
Inspiration Glenn Hughes singing
Save Me Tonight (I'll Be Waiting)
From his Album, Feel
My Version - Til' The End Of Time
I am lost in this big world
with only memories
of you my darling
oh, I need your love
You whispered you would love me
til' the end of time
I've been such a silly girl
oh, I need your love
I'll be waiting, waiting
take a journey to me
say, I'll see you soon, love
I'll be waiting, waiting
I am counting the seconds
the minutes and the hours
then, we will be together til' the end of time
So hurry, hurry to me dear
I'll be waiting, waiting
I would wait for you til' the end of time
I want to feel your caress
your lips on mine
I'll be waiting, waiting
take that journey to me
become more than memory
I'll be waiting, waiting
I can hear your voice and laughter
that twinkle in your eyes
and that smile that fills a room
love you
I want to feel your caress
your lips on mine
I'll be waiting, waiting
take that journey to me
become more than memory
I'll be waiting, waiting
waiting .......
The cloud then the SUN
Runs to and fro and then TIME
Ticks the trick's the TOCK!
VBR Black Panther! Jet Blackest
Answerer! Malik Rogers Mali Mali Mali!
Only ten shopping days ‘til the locusts arrive
What on earth should I buy them
I’ve scoured the stores, and what’s more
Amazon, Tik-Tok and E-bay
But ‘gifts for locusts’ brings up very few items
so I’m conducting a mini-plebiscitum
Asking cockroaches, spiders and scorpions
if I should text ‘em or a love poem write ‘em
It was a beautiful story,
I wish it was my own.
It makes me think of you,
so every now and then
I turn it on.
Was the first song we danced to,
it made us fall in love.
Now every time it plays
I see your face,
you’re all I think of.
Why does it seem true loves
are always kept apart?
Is it cruel fate,
a form of bait
that’s used to crush the heart?
Or is God to blame
for all this pain,
or maybe we’re just blind.
Well, I don’t really know...
I’m just missing you tonight.
But I still see you in my dreams,
and I still hold you in my arms.
Each time the little things bring
you back in my mind,
I find you’re still inside my heart.
So, I don’t care how long time goes on,
I’ll sit and wait til time stands still.
Where nothing ever can keep
us apart again.
If I have to wait until forever...
then I will.
They say we struggle til we die,
If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive,
Feels like a crime,
Stealing money from our pockets the government doesn't leave us a dime,
Homelessness is at an all time high,
Yet Trudeau fills the media with all his lies,
Bring in the democracy,
Where's the inaccuracy,
We are worst off now than the great depression,
The people are getting worse with regression,
It's easier to by alcohol and drugs then food or a roof over our heads,
A fire in our hearts is dying,
As well as our want to live
No one wants to work when it doesn't do a dent,
They think it's easy paying off rent,
Landlords squeeze you for everything you don't have and expect you to repent,
They say we struggle til we die,
That's life,
I don't think I can take another strife,
I don't want to die,
But I'm not surviving,
I'm six feet in debt,
How are we supposed to pay,
I don't want to stay,
But there's no hope for the poor,
And to care for others is a chore when you have nothing to give,
They say we struggle til we die,
So here I lie in the debt of a ditch,
wishing to be buried and just get it over with.
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