I believe the newscaster
Is making stuff up
I recall in the “70’s
Harvard Square
Intellectuals hanging
THE WORLD WILL END
ON OCT 17th
Signs that neglected
To give the year
Does anybody
REALLY KNOW
What time it is
Dogs are not
Furry children
They do, however,
Have better health care
What if a stalker
Shows up at a séance
Dogs will look sad
After chewing up the couch
Cats have no conscience
I have a shirt that reads
IF I LOOK LOST
JUST TURN ME AROUND
Coffee’s ready
Have a ______ day
Scientist in the present are
Trying to play God with the future
Pre-historic animals have been discovered
Still in tack, and you're trying to
Recreate the past that wasn't
Meant to be, dinosaurs and other
pre-extinct animals were destroyed
Millions of years ago for a reason
Humans and dinosaur animals
We're not meant to live together
And I'm not planning on being
The meal, how can anyone be okay
With this or allow anyone to do this
This is the present not the past
In August of year nineteen sixty-eight,
I was a young healthy man of twenty eight,
and had been told that I had cancer.
God had struck the match that set my fields on fire.
Upon realizing that I could not pay for my sins,
I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior.
I acknowledged His death on the cross, on my behalf,
and the penalty for my sin I deemed paid in full.
At that instant in time I felt spiritually alive,
and the power of sin that once had me bound, was broken.
I immediately felt that I had been given a new role in life.
Though perhaps I’ve failed Him, He has never failed me.
Jesus Never Fails!
Human versus pre-human
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are disappointing because we are only equal to an AI, who in time will master how to recreate itself
Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.
Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.
Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words.
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack.
There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.
Mymymymymymywhatwhatwhatwhatwhat ‘s hap-hap-hap penned-ink
pre-surgery
I have growth on my lower leg
which I bravely ignored till my wife
said I was smelling
It offended me, who showers every morning
I went to see my doctor, a woman in her
the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit
as a result, I love her
Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of
Dismember
My doctor's name is Teresa, I knew a woman
in Curacao, she was lovely too, named Teresa
When I left her office, I noticed she
didn't kiss me, but said something about
iodine, changing the wound, putting on
a new clean bandage
Pre- Juul time
The trees on the avenida have fairy lights
wrapped around their trunk
in the evening when the avenida is full of
slow-moving cars, people wanting to go
home from their offices in the center
they drum their fingers on the steering
wheel and wait for the traffic light to go
green, they might think it is beautiful
it is but
What's lacking is pristine snow. it is
a scene from a Hollywood movie about
Christmas; luckily, I have not seen snow
in Cascais. I think about the electric
bill it was high last year, perhaps more
this year, someone has to pay for the local
administration's excesses.
Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
The winds came down hard, smashing through St. Pete and Tampa like they owned the place.
Hurricane Milton, what a bastard.
Storm surge rolled in, drowning streets, homes, lives.
Power's out, stores shuttered.
The air reeks of desperation.
People of color,
as always, bear the brunt—forgotten and left to fend in the debris.
Looters crawl from the cracks, but can you blame them?
The system’s been looting them for years.
This place won’t be the same for a long, long while.
Anxiety
Blood pressure soaring
What are they going to say?
Are they going to poke and prick me again?
There's no where to hide in this room!
In marriage, there's fear
People always have regrets
Think mud in water.
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.
In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors. “I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.
I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (‘political science’), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.
I envy those defectors, I pity those defectors, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.
Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.
Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
CONTRI and DISTRI
Someone somewhere decided English
needed to be changed.
As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire
an unthinking band wagon has spread as
a forest fire.
An academic,typically verbose, wrote
'why use one when two' could sound
more up-to-date and new!
Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived
and sadly like a Topsy grew.
Contri and Distri have wrongly become
the norm and vernacular pronunciation
overcoming like a desert storm.
English does indeed each day live
and breathe ... BUT..
one thought with you I leave..
a double pre-fix cannot be ..
ignorance is not bliss..you see?
CON & DIS are prefixes to, for example
English words like TRIBUTE.
however 'Contri and Distri' are not prefixes
to any known English word,
they are a 'modern' 'madhatter syllabic nonsense'
straight out of Lewis's 'Alice in Wonderland'.
Another 'modern affectation' like the pronunciation
of the letter 'H' as 'haitch' instead of 'aitch'.
I must be nutty as a fruitcake
for attending my sister's
'pre-marital wake'
Sis likened marriage to 'slow death'
She didn't want to run out of breath
So I served her Arsenic 'n Rum in her steak
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