Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a ****?
What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten?
And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n?
Do women count coins when they go through their change?
Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange?
You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter,
And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter.
If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd?
And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"?
Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word...
Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird!
You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe,
And why do we go to the bathroom... to go?
Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same,
And **** can be naughty unless it's your name!
So if you love words and you don't take them lightly,
You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly!

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/war-of-the-words#ixzz35Z943NKD
Family Friend Poems
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a ****?
What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten?
And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n?
Do women count coins when they go through their change?
Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange?
You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter,
And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter.
If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd?
And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"?
Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word...
Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird!
You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe,
And why do we go to the bathroom... to go?
Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same,
And **** can be naughty unless it's your name!
So if you love words and you don't take them lightly,
You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly!

A loveable mask
Admirable in all eyes
But desiteful beyond doubts
A burden for the masked
But a hope to smile
And hurts forgotten

A rae view of life
The fear at everynight
To see it's mask fall
Like the hope of a dieing patient
To never see the sunlight again
A single wish in it's eyes
To fing happiness unmasked

A life of rose when masked
A life of thorn when unmasked
Thou reach out for the rose
But behold he holds a treacherous rose
With just an artificial beauty
Which sills thou's heart in internal torture

A wish to turn back time
To adapt to the torns
Which within it is hidden happiness
But thou can only regret
Cuz as time passes by
The treacherous rose fades away

in this place we see about us, I will tell you a tale.

I will guide you loosely along a river as we meander.

Do not fret that what I will show you is known in vast and secretive, stations and nations of groups hell bent on you not knot knowing the facts, of this river flush of a full house i will tell , wait, full house is later, lets do the flush first. oh, wait, I guess you should be reminded of what you didnt know you knew, and this is so true all the way through,
That I will only tell you of the things you already know, just forgot, kinda like I did so.. here, wee, goooo.

What is an Azimuth as in and exactly as a compass azimuth, but a direction or an Angle, of the Angels sighted line of focus a beam of thought sound and light energy over a distance in a given direction.

What is an Inclination, but an angle of the previously said deerhearted best to remember these things, bare with me please, I can meander rather briskly.

What are these things of azimuth and inclination and what the hell do they have to do with Love, the Flow and curing this life and tree we truly be?

Um, let me start now by asking of sound and sand on a rubber surface sound through the tube hitting and vibrating this surface covered in sand, what pray tell do you see that shall happen? shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)
oh yes read read it.   .... shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)


ahem, okay, now that you just popped a small part of your ceiling off and can now see the sky , which you should do every day, imagine your ceiling is glass by you can feel the wind and the air as the trees sway and the clouds dance by... um, okay, so, azimuth and inclination and the three dimensional aspect of sound, Um SHAPE. like the triangle, so lets say we want to fight fire with fire, lol, so funny, oh, um triangle is um, oh you will see when you choose to fact check me.

so to create a real shape with real sound and thought the true light you are unable to see, and do it in a large very large size. then you go to locations dictated by the map and math, and then take a rather modest size triangle and lets say the base is the distance from fort smith Ar. to Fayetteville , AR to um, measure it out and them send a group of loving people to these locations and at the synchronized with the real time as in at the same time and no time zone bs, you direct your thoughts and sounds, amplified or not to the azimuth and inclination or angle to the horizon so as to meet at the tips of the shape of the numerously sided , your choice triangle and then watch what happens, oh I know, wait, what if bad people want to harm you or others you have told them how to go about a chunk of it. oh, silly, I own the joint, or a good chunk of it. lol j/K... or am I,, but seriously, dont worry, otherwise they would not have concerned themselves with hiding it from your far more powerful and RIVER of real life, see the sound is the love which is a the flow of a river, and well, try damming a river which has real steep flow boundaries, meaning not much in the way of a down hill run of a water fall, hard as hell to dam the water flowing through air. *(yes and thank you for the nudges. no really. please except this, I wont name for reasons, but you know who ya are there beautiful friends). so, um, yeah, see, they rely on you not using your tech, the real and true technologies that flow, or bust up impeding events or behaviors or things to the flow of life. for nothing is more powerful than love, and though love like water, AHEM.......... like Water, it is shapeless, formless a void yet remembers the will and intent of its focal adjustments, or vibrational surroundings.
What I have done here, for those whom are not quite sure. is just handed you the keys to your cage and the keys to this love ship and its direction of partial travel, though I refrain from the temporal aspects, that is not up for discussion, well, yet.  Now get a map and map out all the people you love around the nation and globe and family, you will begin to see something, I WILL NOT TELL YOU OF IT, for it is the journey that causeth the flow to be unimpeded, and dear friend dont forget to overlay yours with your soulmates. and BAM, oh My Fing God do you see it????!!!! will be uttered aloud i many places. yes, I love you, and yes, You are dearly welcome, and Yes, i am Dearly Thankful for you all. all, artist doing Studio time cause Baby Blue needs a **** Binky, to the person that never will say anything, but influences the world in ways and wonders none will know till the big celebration. wink. no one is unimportant in this. for it is real and really a big **** deal.
Ummm, well. Yes I am slow. but when it happens and I am trly allowed to, my love is true. and yes this part is exclusivley for that 4 you, know who. , maybe one day yu will forgive my far too loyal to a flaw ways, that caused some rather serious delays, but then again, the Love is never not right on time. I know cause, I am awaiting yours, and know and loyal in my faith that it will undoubtedly be right freaking on time. I love you silly, so giggle, **** it. giggle. please. I cant bare you not laughing. smile for me. you silly funny face, you my peach fuze loves, my perfect side of the moon and tiny soft tattoos too. yes you silly. and it is me, werewolf feet and all. ugh, yes, have you not seen my ****** ugly *** feet folks. geez, lol. wink.

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Spitter spatter
isn't that a pocketful of rain,
that you keep
in your pocket
like a locket on a chain
that's so heavy on your mind
it can not be left behind?
It doesn't help that all the snow-
flakes are falling on the lane.
With a screech
and a grind
what may go
through your mind
is the mist
that you kissed
as you followed him while blind,
and that same
spitter spatter
doesn't help
doesn't matter
any more
than the chatter
of the girl
he may find.
And while your
strength is waning in the cold,
it starts raining
just another indication
of the touch
of his hand,
and that simple situation
of your present incarnation
silky smooth
on the rope -
it could cause
the foundation
to collapse
like a tree
or through fing-
ers like sand.
Is it broken?
Did it flee?
Is it light enough to see
that the girl
that you were
isn't strong enough to be?
So your feet
hanging there
motionless
in the air
rent your pocketful of rain
and at last
set you free.

To avoid the hurt welling u    p in my chest
I needed to keep moving t    o avoid it
So I climbed my way to t    he top
of the cruel mountainsi    de
while rain fell down o    n
my pale, wincing fac    e
and I laced my fing    ers
together in a sort o    f
embrace and shiv    ers
began to race up     my
spine, so with h    aste
I began to pac    e on
top of slick r    ock
not paying     attention
to where I     was stepping
and I slip    ped and fell
the tears     began to well
up in m    y eyes
no sur    prise
I bro    ke myself again
whi    le I was trying
to    hide
f    rom
    him

I see you only in my dreams
Smiling back at me
helding me tied within your arms
Whispering in my ear to move on
But i closed my eyes so tied
hoping to never wake up from this dream
But as the sun rosed up
My beautiful dream fades away with my love

I wish you never left along with the wind
I count every single star in the night
hoping to fing you amongt
The night breeze frozed my tears
But your love kept my heart warm
But the truth remains the same
I will never see you again

She cussed you a lot.
F that fing thot
She pushed you a way like trash
F t ** and her it's w.e ***
She's got a deep anger she don't even care
She holds it closely so Sara be aware. There's no use in anything, and I know you're done too Sara. But even when you want to apologize, remember this ain't the one that can work with. She's labeled you, you've hurt her and she's left you hurtin, it was Neva workin, it just don't feel right. Just the thought of her voice and it's TEPID VIBE. If you really want a reason to never ever look back the first reason is there's no reason too. The second reason is she's a grown *** woman and won't take credit for slapping you. She will say it was an accident right to your face and if that ain't some **** than you ain't **** and you deserve it hope you find another ***** who do the same **** they don't think you're important.

this Xmas eve day 2023

After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more sans eight Reindeer forsake
played cow word, and spelt, spilt, spoilt,
et cetera doe fill full heartbreak,
which Santa Claus immediately claimed
to be “FAKE” and accused (Jake)
i.e. Jacob Marley hook concocted game over,
viz every doe done
possibly really espy
from Charles Dickens renown

“A Christmas Carol”
comprised of many undercurrents,
asper what might appear as placid lake
which proclamation, he immediately
alluded, directed, reputed Putin to make,
which Russian leader
fed rumor mill to rattle and quake
an entablature, fixture,
signature je ne sais quoi linch pin,
which quintessential, prominent,

off limits agitation didst slake
thirst of said tyrannical
uber Voldemort, who glowed
(like the nose of Rudolph), and cherished
folklore idolized love,
would be in seventh heaven to take
credit, which resignation
could pronounce grief
and keep children ah wake

across the world wide web
an a palling gloomy dark
shadow (analogous to
edge of night) falls heavy
across the entire glommed globe,
where even the hark
cunning angels experience a mark
kid lee downcast misery
even affecting plants,
whereat trees slumped over in every park
and nary a solution
to tempt motley crue to avoid such stark

action, but spat out a litany of grievances
unseemly behavior not anew,
but ongoing (quite a shock to learn of caribou
in upper management) via prurient axe,
possibly commingling with questionable emu
but, no matter, these voiced
fur row shuss transgressions soon flew
and spread like wildfire,
whence this virtuous
claque seemed to be a glue
me pack of sordid, revolting,

traversing engaging with elves hoo
fing Alabaster Evergreen, Pepper Minstix,
Shinny Upatree...holy Jew
Peter, thee names
all these centuries sin hissed stir
opprobrious lurid tabloid fodder,
nobody suspected, nor knew,
now nothing could be done except
to arrange an emergency session
with head honchos possibly,
they exchanged tidbits
while utilizing the loo

fast forward after a slapdash
public relations forum opted to arraign
every suspect, even
that oft spotted whooping Crane
(named Stephen) and, how in tarnation can
(or should) an adult explain
to their son or daughter,
that salacious behavior
cannot disappear via

Trump peon strategy to gain
say contrary facts, now this poet break
fast for a repast in the main
thenceforth, the December holiday
will be sober and plain
but taking peremptory measures
to block fireplace flue so no errant rein
deer gets brazen and seeks rapprochement
against immoral attain in vain.

Garrote my carrot.
For i cannot
Bring my fing'
To dickshaft wring