Millions of dollars, and scietific study, may well be used
To re-create this big rumminent; buddies.' How its to be
Done.? I'd really like to know.' Like where will fresh enough
Bio-logical matterial be found? After so..' So many millions
Of years.?? Maybe Mary Schwitzer can show? us bout such a
Mystery though.? You see the facts are showing.' The story may
change to well.' a more Biblical timeline.? Yet let us await
Whats to be known.' I believe what was hidden will be
Brought forth.' Because we all.' must know God is still on His Throne.)
seventeen-year wait
cicadas’ sweet serenade …
tinnitus is cured
Everyone is waiting for their turn,
Few get success few dreams burn,
Don't let yourself at the backfoot,
To achieve success Start from root
Everyone will criticise you,
Yours closest one will turn and surprise you,
Everyone has different points of view,
When you get success they come to meet you standing in a que.
Once they come to meet you,
Next day they cheat you,
You never lose your hope,
In this world there are thousands of hope
So, Billions of people will criticise you,
You just do hard work and start from root,
One day you will definitely get the fruit,
It's your turn of pursuit.
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One great thing - is essentially -
like any other great thing.
They all fly from the same center,
not an anatomical space,
not a specific thingness,
but one revealed goldmine
overpouring.
What did I see,
what do I see?
Butter,
you buttering toast,
your hair all muzzy from sleep.
Yellow sunlight on the kitchen counter.
The blue plate
that has no ready words,
yet speaks for the billions,
that shine from
the one yellow yoke,
in its broken eggshell.
Living on my own,
I cause no one harm.
Living on my own,
I embrace the charm
Of living on my own
Like billions of stars
Quietly shining in their very own world.
Over three billion balloons from the ground ready to race
Eyeing the sky, so high with God's grace
Countless balloons inflated with embrace
With air so filtered, ready to fly to leave a trace
Balloons of different colors
Colors that speak your words and decors
Different shades people love to gaze
Shades of you in many definitions of maze
One love balloon for each life that strives
One strong balloon over any obstacle that survives
One life for each happy balloon with high fives
One story for each good balloon that grows, smiles
and drives
We're all individuals no two alike
In all the billion and billion of faces
You think to yourself how is this possible
But there's proof staring you in the face
'Tis quite spooky 'till you realize
Similar are not exactly the same
So therefore I rest my case
We're all individuals BUT no two alike
...spooky?
What am I...?
A grain of sand washed along the coast
A fading star among an infinite host
A bitty spider amongst the redwood trees
A speck of dust carried by the summer breeze
A tiny drop of rain amidst a raging storm
A wee kernel of golden corn
A penny in a wishing fountain
A pebble on a snowy mountain
A single blade of grass in a field of dreams
A pink salmon egg in the mountain streams
A tale out of thousands told
A single petal from a marigold
A snowflake melting in the bright sun rays
A little spark among a fiery blaze
A simple person among billions
...Yet I am loved
Billions of dandelions are welcoming spring
Along with the robins that sing, sing. sing
Said dandelions are a pain
Look colourful but quite vain
It'd take an act of God to get rid these ugly things
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.
The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
The police came to my house and confiscated the shotgun.
They thought I was the guilty party, they thought I was the one.
The entire world turned against me, I was a person who billions of people hated.
People said that I should go to the gas chamber and if I did, it would be celebrated.
Even though the public had turned against me, I convinced the police to have doubts.
I told them over and over that somebody else was the killer and they decided to check it out.
They found the real killer and it wasn't long before he was placed under arrest.
The cops showed him the bodies of his victims and he broke down and confessed.
Even though I was put through hell, I'm not mad.
The real killer was brought to justice and I'm glad.
Many people have mailed apologies to me and one of the reasons why billions turned against me is because I'm mentally ill.
They thought I was a crazy psycho but now when it comes to committing murder, everybody knows that I never will.
Creature of All things
Greater than The Unimaginable
Creates,Shapes,Makes
Saves, Takes, Lobe and All.
How Sweet and Savour
Comforting in all it's Ways!
Greater,Mighty One
Oh,Shabaloba Maker
Supportive,Cheers,Hallowed Way
Wey May Key To Thee
So Sashy, Lucky Abounding
Comforting,Sweet and Savoury King!
billions advance
most for fewest
none at best
arrest the rest
the wretches
naked and poor
scorched earth
superstar stretched
stretch limousine
king's lear jet
platinum chariot
to the office
or the party
not the office party
common still
loud commoners
some at any rate
least for most
trillions recede
30th September 2018
Billions of dandelions are welcoming in spring
Along with the robins and swallows that sing
Said dandelions are a pain
Look colourful but quite vain
It'd take an act of God to get rid these ugly things
5/1/15
Rains the color of vermillion tears
Across trillions of spheres
Dating back billions of years
And now there are that many civilians here
Even though millions disappeared
People looked at the land strange
Until the harshest sands came
And changed
Almost anything man made
During a different age
The plague
Rose with rage
Then put many in the grave
Underneath terrain with barely any shade
They say anything is possible
Yet still we face so many obstacles
That have yet to be solvable
In a place so phenomenal
By: Dalton Ogletree
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