MY FIRST ROBOT

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MY FIRST ROBOT

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I am going to name my first robot

 Agamemnon

So, when it is hot weather, I can say

 "Agamemnon, put the fan on,"

The robot will have a face of gold

And do exactly what it's told

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HECKLE AND JACKAL

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HECKLE AND JACKAL

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Resentment and Self-Pity are jackals

That want to feast on your life

They lope along beside you

Howling of their blame and strife

Call your inner dragon of courage

To drive the Jackals of Self Pity away

Self Pity and Blame are diseases

That sap the valor from your day

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A CHILD SHALL TEACH THEM

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A CHILD SHALL TEACH THEM

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We can't have racial unity because we are all different races

Nor can we have religious, economic, political, cultural

Or national unity either

The question arises "What kind of unity can we have?"

We have one shining example

That any baby, born anywhere, to any race, nation or religion

Can be successfully raised and nurtured by good people

Anywhere, at any time

That child, newborn and helpless

Is the purest and best chance we have to see

We are all One Humanity, One Soul

Needing only kindness, care and love

To survive, thrive, and grow into a loving person

That contributes much to a needy world

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RELEASE THE HOUNDS OF FRETTING

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RELEASE THE HOUNDS OF FRETTING

I walk for exercise

As I walk I plot, scheme, plan and devise

Ways to control, manage and fine tune every detail

But this morning, as I was walking, I had a new thought

"What if I don't try to control anything right now?

What if I just enjoyed walking and let the titanic forces

Of life, nature and the universe do their thing unaided?

What if I controlled nothing right now except my breath and stride?"

My joy was no longer being drained, my stress hormones shut off

As I calmly let my energy flow into the present moment. 

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THAR SHE BLOWS

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THAR SHE BLOWS

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Moby Dick was a great white whale

That swam in Ahab's mind

He scoured the oceans and seven seas

The whale for to find

He lost his leg, he lost his peace

He lost his perspective skills

He could only think of killing the whale

He blamed for all his ills

He spent his whole life chasing the object of his blame

An imaginary enemy he could neither kill nor tame

His one thought was to get the whale while ignoring his whole life

He could have had so many things, a home and loving wife

Harpoons can not kill a myth seen in a fever dream

If only Ahab could have realized things are not always how they seem 

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WHEN THE VEIL PARTS

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WHEN THE VEIL PARTS

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The World has a memory of all that has passed before

Our own personal histories are dependent on the World memory

Like all memories, the World memory is incomplete

The narrative changes over time as new regimes come into power

And history is rewritten by the victors

Memories lost in the mists of time

Can be revealed by a new archeological find

Decoding a mystifying stone table

Even a drone flying over the remains of a great city

Reclaimed by the jungle

The World memory is in myths, customs, writings, drawings

But incomplete and skewed, huge chunks still waiting to be deciphered

What will the World memory say about these times?

What it always says - Wars, disasters, tyrants, inventions

New legislation

We are just now creating these memories

So there is still time to make good ones, to make progress

We can create a safe space for all to live in peace

Eternity is the time it takes for everything to happen

Let's make good memories for ourselves 

May the World remember this time as the time

We figured it out

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TRACKING

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TRACKING

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A mighty ship with a name I do not know

Comes from a faraway exotic land

Crossing the vast dangerous ocean

To a shore thousands of miles away

Where heroic beings unload it and bring to my very door

The anti-fungal nail cream I hope works effectively

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