A fickle pickle occurs when a barytic agent is introduced. Moving onward to eat one of the tainted fruits, the result is shameless drunken bacchanal behavior. Vomiting may produce sintered clumps. Extralinguistic speech may occur with reversionary doubting crosshatched with psychical deformities of the tongue. Curdling spital may also be present. Unspecific hallucinations, plainspoken tales of oblong and moist body parts usually follow within 24 hours. Momentous as all this may seem, one must be ready for even more animated behavior.
Summing up, if you eat a fickle pickle you will become nutty in thought, word and deed!
(constructed with words from Poetry Soup random word generator.)
the sky lit up with bold shining stars
as the sun said goodbye to the sky.
the moon emerged and every drop
of fear in my veins dribbled away.
a tear rolled down my cheek and fell
into my lap, each ounce of worry in
the pit of my stomach washed away.
a shooting star made
an appearance in the dark blue sky to
show me that even beautiful things
need to run sometimes.
diseases maker
psychical fanaticism
never cures at all
As spring fades to summer, and summer to fall,
The world goes on turning, indifferent to all,
Not caring for emperors, peasants, or popes,
But forging fresh fortunes for scaling new slopes...
And so go our hopes.
Some stage a distraction, a senseless sideshow,
Insisting on missing its unflagging flow.
Some raise a resistance, a psychical dike,
Opposing by closing their minds all alike...
On motionless strike.
Bold bullhorns keep blustering feeble-brained views
With fists full of fury no proof can defuse,
Old wagons still wedged in the earth’s worn-out grooves,
Yet one thing is true, despite who disapproves...
It moves.
Falling; without such realization or consent
Smitten; enamored of an idea of Love
Sans control and choice, I serenely relent;
To this momentum of a powering Truelove
In a mind fulled with madness edging to surge
I did surrender my broken soul and heart to you
You, my Truelove, and the entirety of our souls merge;
Creating an ardor of Love, and ever so true
Caught in a psychical addiction of zealous Love
Caught in an invaluable, unfathomed story;
Unbridged felicity and sorrow, my behoove;
I professed, I lost control to this glory
As an inimical foe danced over us;
Time; an illusion that we had no control of
Within each other, engulfed by passion; thus
Our bond caused a rapture in the foe above
Poignant and vivid memories I care for;
Present in my heart, soul, mind; formed as a dove
Though the end, You and I will live forever more;
Everlasting, boundless in this Abiding Love
Guess they may be minute in your eyes
But this tiny insect can pack quite a surprise
The sheer strength of these little ants
May make you give them a second glance
Scientists have now discovered an ant can lift
One hundred times it’s body weight – what a gift!
Just because it’s tiny it doesn’t mean
The power of this insect cannot be seen
So next time you see a teeny ant remember if you can
It has so much power but it’s simply hidden from man
In actual size it may not be considered a ‘giant’
But for psychical strength it is self-reliant
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D
Poem inspired by this article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1252481/Pictured-Incredible-gravity-defying-ant-carry-100-times-body-weight.html
08~25~15
Spirit shoes
Put yourself BACK in spiritual shoes ,
where you have NO feeling body to use,
no ecstasy of the moral cusp,
denied orgasmic physical lust,
just vapours of the muse...
spring into a body of the beast,
control the wants, enjoy the feast,
orgasmic burns the blues,
feel excitement through n through,
the psychical of thrust,
a life as man will do,
it must...
Don Johnson
In School they misused "adhd"
"Stop acting like you have adhd"
"I'm so hyper today, I think I have adhd"
And I felt the pain, like someone had hit my in the stomach, every single time. But what could I do?
Adhd is not only hyperactivity
Adhd is not only being detracted easily
Adhd is not only high arousal
Adhd isn't my choice, did you know?
I would have begged them to stop, but I was ashamed of being different in such a way that I had problems understanding it myself
I tried to hide it. "Why do you take those pills" they ask. I have a problem with signals in my brain. It's psychical, I tell them. They understand because psychical things are so much easier to understand
To Gain
Means Pain
Non psychical
But mental
To earn is to demonstrate potential
Energy must be calculated
Multiplied with projections
Living to gain is
A mental ********
That causes one to stand
Straight up, Hard & Able
What's fascinating about success
Everyone is capable
At least through thought
But the act of gaining
Has more to do with
Motivational talk
But to demonstrate
The power of obtaining
The act to get up & walk
To Gain
Night’s wings are silent swift, fleeing as Verse
dresses in red silk, luring away a mind
meant to finish preparations to nurse
literacy in the youth of mankind.
Mental acrobatics (and good balance)
fail as midnight slips by, stealing away
psychical worksheets unacknowledged chance
to increase children’s prowess in word play.
Raindrops wash away your plea
Sunshine burns up all your need
This is my insanity
This is what she's done to me
The crossing signs, you missed your turn
When you hurt before, you think you'd learn
The lies that starve your heart and mind
And so you believe this awful kind
The worst hurt is without psychical pain
Subdued by you when I see you again
This ever changing world we weave
Change is good, One day I'll believe
Today I awoke feeling rather odd
I was neither sick nor in pain
I just felt wrong
I was happy in a sad sort of way
I did what I had to do
Which was a whole bunch of nothing really
Got my wife off to work
My daughter off to school
Went to Psychical Therapy
And got tortured
Lifted weights for about an hour
Then came home and cleaned house
Did my yard work
Read a whole bunch of amazing poetry
Went out to the ranch and wished
I was already back to work
Talked to my boss
Told him the doctor said next month
He told me to not rush things
Next month will be here soon enough
Came back to town
Stopped by the collage
Enrolled in some evening courses
Went over and fixed this old couples
Sprinkler system
Refused to take their money
Came home and called my wife
To see how her day was
And now I’m just sitting here
Talking to the Lord about how worthless I feel
These Melancholy Days