#retold - Hello Poetry

I Slam into History from 14 years ago Monday, February 23, 2026 8:14 AM Presentation by Fred Donner. Prophetic prophecy transcription - off on my own tagent gentlingly- Allah, God, Elohim, transfiguration dawn beseechment to the one will, destiny's chosen few, sorted out ones, frumpious bandersnatched raptured-ists Naughty or nice, kind or unkind evillive ev er even after all kinds follow our war leaders, Ra ra ra. Prophecy is everywhere, where we are, swimming through historic runoff, whence we be the opposing force, the mind behind Christmas, we used to make children let be while we recollected us, ourselves abused by inverted latin definity res publica school of experience, college of legislavitif naif waif bat that old ****** eye, give a nerd a fantasy, get Jeffy, Jefe, the old way, why, with fire power, of course, boys, are boys, never wise, but a few, a select few, of course, sorted so weird a way as to feel a social duty, a must be Belushi level direct from ah- the unutterable mortal nomus domus ********** reservation, home turf, so to think as we whose war cry has ever been, hey yah weh, hey, hey, yah, ya way we pray, we prey, we thank we think and we dance and we all say let us become as one in soul and spirit, in mind and ****** necessities as one kind, thinking we have occurred, as such, essential weforms being heavy on the old side, the world's longest stretch off peak, third tier history, the ancient city, the discovery of Phosphorus weighty bundles of science, mere knowings used for living right, take out phosphorus, it's over for us, so the answer found is most certainly not martian, but heinleinian not Mars, no, that is funny though, war imagines its own solution. Wisdom is justified in her offspring. FTA, is a finished book, and I happened, as it were, as haps still do happen upon happiest occasions, per haps as chances are rationed, each once, each honed most point, frictionalized to Koontzian po'boy aim, set, read this book, Naked Jungle, bloop, bloop 1952, oh, boy, MAGA zine, squawking blue jay squeezing the mic, thrice bled, Longines watch for my nineteenth birthday, the night, I lost, my link back to a wonder filled bubble one might imagine, just as we did to become wondering ifs, just ifs, working ifs, just as ifs, what ifs, solid whatsits, those have uses, reason being balance, situ weigh wait situ zazen so we wait state wezone---*+-+ fear of falling, taken out of chance, to practice, daily drill, feel the pattern, watch winds work clouds, and dogs work kids on bikes, laugh at remembering remembering long dead loved one's stories.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC

kenpepiton

How do we know we once knew now

I Slam into History from 14 years ago Monday, February 23, 2026 8:14 AM Presentation by Fred Donner. Prophetic prophecy transcription - off on my own tagent gentlingly- Allah, God, Elohim, transfiguration dawn beseechment to the one will, destiny's chosen few, sorted out ones, frumpious bandersnatched raptured-ists Naughty or nice, kind or unkind evillive ev er even after all kinds follow our war leaders, Ra ra ra. Prophecy is everywhere, where we are, swimming through historic runoff, whence we be the opposing force, the mind behind Christmas, we used to make children let be while we recollected us, ourselves abused by inverted latin definity res publica school of experience, college of legislavitif naif waif bat that old ****** eye, give a nerd a fantasy, get Jeffy, Jefe, the old way, why, with fire power, of course, boys, are boys, never wise, but a few, a select few, of course, sorted so weird a way as to feel a social duty, a must be Belushi level direct from ah- the unutterable mortal nomus domus ********** reservation, home turf, so to think as we whose war cry has ever been, hey yah weh, hey, hey, yah, ya way we pray, we prey, we thank we think and we dance and we all say let us become as one in soul and spirit, in mind and ****** necessities as one kind, thinking we have occurred, as such, essential weforms being heavy on the old side, the world's longest stretch off peak, third tier history, the ancient city, the discovery of Phosphorus weighty bundles of science, mere knowings used for living right, take out phosphorus, it's over for us, so the answer found is most certainly not martian, but heinleinian not Mars, no, that is funny though, war imagines its own solution. Wisdom is justified in her offspring. FTA, is a finished book, and I happened, as it were, as haps still do happen upon happiest occasions, per haps as chances are rationed, each once, each honed most point, frictionalized to Koontzian po'boy aim, set, read this book, Naked Jungle, bloop, bloop 1952, oh, boy, MAGA zine, squawking blue jay squeezing the mic, thrice bled, Longines watch for my nineteenth birthday, the night, I lost, my link back to a wonder filled bubble one might imagine, just as we did to become wondering ifs, just ifs, working ifs, just as ifs, what ifs, solid whatsits, those have uses, reason being balance, situ weigh wait situ zazen so we wait state wezone---*+-+ fear of falling, taken out of chance, to practice, daily drill, feel the pattern, watch winds work clouds, and dogs work kids on bikes, laugh at remembering remembering long dead loved one's stories.

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Wrong turns, bad luck or no luck, lucid recollections now six decades gone, still, points of reflection, from ruling class reporters on what in Hell is happening, while time to stay one's mind upon meaning, in the simple definitive act react act react pneumatic logical breath in, breathe out, distinctive other way, breath out, breathe in. Putting first things first in picker experience, we pick all the fruit on one tree, previous to moving on to another tree, precious memories, how they linger, and with gladness flood my soul, as gladness is our happy state, glad to say. ------------------------ trilling wohold on on the bus, red satin black fringe, oh, my soul Nine billion, or so nobodies, lacking charisma as they say, that worthiness some seem to radiate, those affected say, worth-shippedness certified appraisals from conscious attenders to words, message signaling my start… minding my own business, changing line upon line of nothing at all to nothing but this my personal comfort zone, nonautomation ostent atious waste of whitespace, vertical panels, virtually lensing reality, scrolled to veritable infinity at the core of what a person is in the common space our windows paradigm on all time's contextual stretch of our shared sense, our common sense, at cognate word level, basic bottom mind sense, at cooperational deontologic whying, when it comes to wishing others were in some steady state afinity with me, against lying, in wait, quietly hoping to trick before being tricked into belief construction zones, sans hard hat or tools. --------- Boss mind, hey boss, Patron, se, patriotic soul man, woe, wombed or un, man all the same kind at mind level, emotions 's where, all the difference there ever is, begins, Genisis, to a child reared in post war anywhere, if your mind allows empires represented by ancient totems, rampant beasts believed to defend us, under God, who forbade ourkind, our unfallen, innocent spirit mind, participation in one part of living reality, as far as we have seen, with our Google Earth eyes, and our JWST eyes, and our own inner eye, I am, we each know, anyway, with knowledge now a given, a lie, all children just believe, the first impression, what a lie does, told, and untold true, subtler than any beast, but delicate matters, points balanced under law, not under grace, bottom line rule for being American to the core, where a person keeps its pride in just being among the living, during days difficult to endure, just if I had known, as a spirit, what a spirit mind may imagine, as real as, ten years, after starting to think, why am I justifying the real lie? Genisis, seven days, was likely long told when moons were told, shown, with story, tomorrow night, moon, you hear me, so old, the initiation story, watch, mark this night, you here, me sold in gratitude, in debt to more, by far, than I may think or ask, inventers granted knowledge of wit, with which we think to ask, what lonely God, comforted only by Wisdom and whatever spirit is, free from mortal prejudice, paid attention to idled words spirits sparks, from a movie about sentient machines, and cyborgs, enhanced mortal mind wit changers witchangers, endangered species writ remainders woe, endure to the end, Joe, where y'gwanwidat gun inya ha'dja n n na nanana to the when, any where any time, one wishes to ignor all the peace we make at once, little tiny boil about to become rolling as the latter rains arrived in my valley, today, to keep wild fires at bay, all we know is we agreed, we sure could use some rain, amen all we said, once is we agreed, life is different in spirit and truth, on any given day, good gets judged, habits get checked, wishes happen, and a men as a principle sylable, sayable spell song sung men t'al haps men kind ness wor th a sayable as haps may become the we in legendary gentle peace for no reason, just cause its poetic right useness we think we work, we think we work, we be hum us yes humusyes we, Ullyeseesus, amen, in spirit and truth as we may imagine after, breath, 3 P.M. alarm, and no attached what for sense… I know what it was for, a week ago, now it is for whatever it interrupts… taking time to consider certain outlets, enough to Run it up the pole, see who saluts.

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Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Old Stupidities

Wrong turns, bad luck or no luck, lucid recollections now six decades gone, still, points of reflection, from ruling class reporters on what in Hell is happening, while time to stay one's mind upon meaning, in the simple definitive act react act react pneumatic logical breath in, breathe out, distinctive other way, breath out, breathe in. Putting first things first in picker experience, we pick all the fruit on one tree, previous to moving on to another tree, precious memories, how they linger, and with gladness flood my soul, as gladness is our happy state, glad to say. ------------------------ trilling wohold on on the bus, red satin black fringe, oh, my soul Nine billion, or so nobodies, lacking charisma as they say, that worthiness some seem to radiate, those affected say, worth-shippedness certified appraisals from conscious attenders to words, message signaling my start… minding my own business, changing line upon line of nothing at all to nothing but this my personal comfort zone, nonautomation ostent atious waste of whitespace, vertical panels, virtually lensing reality, scrolled to veritable infinity at the core of what a person is in the common space our windows paradigm on all time's contextual stretch of our shared sense, our common sense, at cognate word level, basic bottom mind sense, at cooperational deontologic whying, when it comes to wishing others were in some steady state afinity with me, against lying, in wait, quietly hoping to trick before being tricked into belief construction zones, sans hard hat or tools. --------- Boss mind, hey boss, Patron, se, patriotic soul man, woe, wombed or un, man all the same kind at mind level, emotions 's where, all the difference there ever is, begins, Genisis, to a child reared in post war anywhere, if your mind allows empires represented by ancient totems, rampant beasts believed to defend us, under God, who forbade ourkind, our unfallen, innocent spirit mind, participation in one part of living reality, as far as we have seen, with our Google Earth eyes, and our JWST eyes, and our own inner eye, I am, we each know, anyway, with knowledge now a given, a lie, all children just believe, the first impression, what a lie does, told, and untold true, subtler than any beast, but delicate matters, points balanced under law, not under grace, bottom line rule for being American to the core, where a person keeps its pride in just being among the living, during days difficult to endure, just if I had known, as a spirit, what a spirit mind may imagine, as real as, ten years, after starting to think, why am I justifying the real lie? Genisis, seven days, was likely long told when moons were told, shown, with story, tomorrow night, moon, you hear me, so old, the initiation story, watch, mark this night, you here, me sold in gratitude, in debt to more, by far, than I may think or ask, inventers granted knowledge of wit, with which we think to ask, what lonely God, comforted only by Wisdom and whatever spirit is, free from mortal prejudice, paid attention to idled words spirits sparks, from a movie about sentient machines, and cyborgs, enhanced mortal mind wit changers witchangers, endangered species writ remainders woe, endure to the end, Joe, where y'gwanwidat gun inya ha'dja n n na nanana to the when, any where any time, one wishes to ignor all the peace we make at once, little tiny boil about to become rolling as the latter rains arrived in my valley, today, to keep wild fires at bay, all we know is we agreed, we sure could use some rain, amen all we said, once is we agreed, life is different in spirit and truth, on any given day, good gets judged, habits get checked, wishes happen, and a men as a principle sylable, sayable spell song sung men t'al haps men kind ness wor th a sayable as haps may become the we in legendary gentle peace for no reason, just cause its poetic right useness we think we work, we think we work, we be hum us yes humusyes we, Ullyeseesus, amen, in spirit and truth as we may imagine after, breath, 3 P.M. alarm, and no attached what for sense… I know what it was for, a week ago, now it is for whatever it interrupts… taking time to consider certain outlets, enough to Run it up the pole, see who saluts.

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If a man is only strong and righteous, What does that make me? If a man is productive and protective, What does that make me? If a man is duty and power, What does that make me? If a man is money and *** What does that make me? What does that make me If my gaunt face and bony body grows under hate? What does that make me If I proclaim wrong amongst complicity? What does that make me If I write what you don’t know? What does that make me If I scratch an insecurity to show humility? What does that make me If I am encompassed in new morality? What does that make me, If I realised forever is nothing? What does that make me, If I inherit debt? What does that make me, If I told you between my sheets is authenticity? I’m forgetting what father foretold Because what he foretells was from his father, Who also forgot.

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC

there she was, standing on the other side of river holding her vessel, listening to him accusing about how she never trusted him and never put her faith in him how she should close the last door and shut the only window that her soul used to breath in the fresh air, and to abandon the stray paths that could lead her to him. she watched him walk away her vision turning blurry "one last glance" she silently prayed but blue sky was determined to turn down all her prayers that day. her heart twisted in pain pumping agony in every vein. in a spur of the moment a decision was made a decision to show him how much faith she had on him to show she trusted him with her life. .... the evening sun watched silently .. a dark figure moving away from the river and a red scarf going with the flow !!

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC

batoolistic

The Other Side !!

there she was, standing on the other side of river holding her vessel, listening to him accusing about how she never trusted him and never put her faith in him how she should close the last door and shut the only window that her soul used to breath in the fresh air, and to abandon the stray paths that could lead her to him. she watched him walk away her vision turning blurry "one last glance" she silently prayed but blue sky was determined to turn down all her prayers that day. her heart twisted in pain pumping agony in every vein. in a spur of the moment a decision was made a decision to show him how much faith she had on him to show she trusted him with her life. .... the evening sun watched silently .. a dark figure moving away from the river and a red scarf going with the flow !!

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Once a girl lived in a tower. She had the longest golden locks you had ever seen. Her mother would visit and be hoisted upwards upon those locks to see her daughter. The girl was named after a plant… Rapunzel. How could she know this though when she had always lived in her home of the tower. Her mother had kept her there since she could remember. Rapunzel would ask when should could see the world. Her mother would turn down these pleas saying the world was too dangerous for Rapunzel. As she grew older Rapunzel realized that she resided in not a home but a prison. Why was mother allowed to see the world and she was not? Why could she not decide for herself the dangers of the world? Freedom always framed within her window but too far below to reach. On her 18th birthday Rapunzel fled the tower using the locks that had grown so very long. Her mother soon after discovered her daughter to be missing. Full of spite she pursued her daughter. Rapunzel’s hair kept her from going too far and soon her mother was upon her. Rapunzel tried to flee, but her mother seeing her daughter free from the world she had made for her stepped upon the long locks. She pulled her daughter back to her slowly, back to the safety of her arms, her world. Rapunzel struggled on the ground trying to escape. She took a rock and severed the locks from her head. She fell forward into the edge of the woods and onto thorns. She was blinded. Her mother rushed to her side not concerned for the eyes that weeped red but for the destroyed beauty that was her daughter’s locks. Rapunzel may have lost her sight in that moment but her mother had lost hers long before that. Unable to see how she had hurt her daughter. That the greatest pain her daughter had experienced was given by her. Her daughter was blind and could not see the world, but her mother had never seen her for what she was.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC

gideon-mccarthur

Rapunzel Retold

Once a girl lived in a tower. She had the longest golden locks you had ever seen. Her mother would visit and be hoisted upwards upon those locks to see her daughter. The girl was named after a plant… Rapunzel. How could she know this though when she had always lived in her home of the tower. Her mother had kept her there since she could remember. Rapunzel would ask when should could see the world. Her mother would turn down these pleas saying the world was too dangerous for Rapunzel. As she grew older Rapunzel realized that she resided in not a home but a prison. Why was mother allowed to see the world and she was not? Why could she not decide for herself the dangers of the world? Freedom always framed within her window but too far below to reach. On her 18th birthday Rapunzel fled the tower using the locks that had grown so very long. Her mother soon after discovered her daughter to be missing. Full of spite she pursued her daughter. Rapunzel’s hair kept her from going too far and soon her mother was upon her. Rapunzel tried to flee, but her mother seeing her daughter free from the world she had made for her stepped upon the long locks. She pulled her daughter back to her slowly, back to the safety of her arms, her world. Rapunzel struggled on the ground trying to escape. She took a rock and severed the locks from her head. She fell forward into the edge of the woods and onto thorns. She was blinded. Her mother rushed to her side not concerned for the eyes that weeped red but for the destroyed beauty that was her daughter’s locks. Rapunzel may have lost her sight in that moment but her mother had lost hers long before that. Unable to see how she had hurt her daughter. That the greatest pain her daughter had experienced was given by her. Her daughter was blind and could not see the world, but her mother had never seen her for what she was.

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Watching eyes and telling lies That's what little boys are made of Tiny tops and ***** on the rocks That's what little girls are made of

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC

janis-bennett

Youth

Watching eyes and telling lies That's what little boys are made of Tiny tops and ***** on the rocks That's what little girls are made of

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