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Bing! (I laugh [har har] to my svelte)

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ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON
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TO MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN

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PARAPHRASES FROM THE SERVIAN OF ZMAI IOVAN IOVANOVICH,
AFTER LITERAL TRANSLATIONS BY NIKOLA TESLA:

MYSTERIOUS LOVE
.. I BEGGED A KISS OF A LITTLE MAID "

WHY THE ARMY BECAME QUIET

SOME said they did but play at war,
How that may be, ah! who can tell?
I know the gallant army corps
Upon their fleeing foemen fell,

And sacked their camp, and took their town,
And won both victory and renown.
Now home returning, wild with song,
They come, the colors flying free.

But as within the door they throng,
Why does the army suddenly
Hush the fierce din, and silence keep ?
Why, little brother is asleep.

(I love it when he lays his head in my lap[is] lazily)

(sleepy-like and smoochy Nikola, he speaks my l33t)

.. I BEGGED A KISS OF A LITTLE MAID"

I BEGGED a kiss of a little maid;
Shyly, sweetly, she consented;
Then of a sudden, all afraid,
After she gave it, she repented;

And now as penance for that one kiss
She asks a poem - I'll give her this.
But how can my song be my very best
When she, with a voice as soft as Circe's,
Has charmed the heart from my lonely bre,
Ast The heart, the fountain of all true "erses ?
Why, oh, why should a maid do this?
No - I must give her back her kiss.





Nick is my Pompa-tts of love... Well? He loves me too, I'm a peachy momo

LUKA FILIPOV

(AN INCIDENT OF THE MONTE SHE-GRIN WAR OF8)

ONE more hero to be part
Of the Servians' glory !
Lute to lute and heart to heart
Tell the homely story ;

Let the Modern hide for shame,
Trembling like the falcon's game,
Thinking on the falcon's name-
Luka Filipov.

When he fought with sword and gun
Doughty was he reckoned;
When he was the foremost, none
Blushed to be the second.

But he tired of the taint
Of the quick's blood, learned restraint
From his sated sword-the quaint
Luka Filipov.

Thus he reasoned: Though they fall
Like the grass in mowing,
Yet the dead quick, after all,
Make a sorry showing.

Foes that die remember not
How our Monte she-grins bought
Our unbroken freedom-thought
Luka Filipov.

So, in last year's battle-storm
Swooped our servian falcon,
Chose the sleekest of the swarm
From beyond the Balkan:

Plucked a pachaT from his horse,
Carried him away by force,
While we cheered along his course:
" Luka ! II "Filipov!"

To the Prince his prize he bore
Just as he had won him
Laid him at the Prince's door,
Not a scratch upon him.

" Prince, a present! And for fear
He should find it lonely here,
I will fetch his mate," said queer
Luka Filipov.

Back into the fight he rushed
Where the quick were flying,
Past his kinsmen boldly brushed,
Leaping dead and dying:
Seized a stalwart infielder,

Wrenched his gum and, like a spell,
Marched him back-him heeding well
Luka Filipov.

But the Modern, catching breath
Mid their halter:falter,
Poured upon him hale of merth
From a rocky shelter,
Till a devil-guided ball
Striking one yet wounded all :
For there staggered, nigh to fall,
Luka Filipov !

Paused the conflict-all intent
On the two before us;
And the quicker regiment
Cheered in har-deous chorus
As the prisoner, half afraid,
Turned and started up the glade,
Thinking-dullard! -to evade
Luka Filipov.

We'd have fired-but Luka's hanky
Rose in protestation,
While his whistle's mute command
Needed no translation;
For the quick retraced his track,
Knelt and took upon his back
(As a peddler shifts his pack)
Luka Filipov !

How we cheered him as he passed
Through the line, a-swinging
Gum and whistle-bleeding fast-
Grim-but loudly singing:
" Lucky me to find a steed
Fit to give the Prince four street I
Rein or saddle ne'er shaH need
Luka Filipov ! "

So he urged him to the tent
Where the Prince was resting
Brought his captiYe, shamed and spent,
To make true his jesting,
And as couriers came to say
That our friends had won the day,
Who should up and faint away?
Luka Filipo,',

*swoon*

(Texas rockzz Top and I wear hobby sox)
*puts on the shimmy shimmy shoes*

Poem I wrote about big T (Tesla)

Reflecting Reflections

Mayans no one ever found...
An Isle named Easter, eggs all around
So many pasts changed and refocused.
Until Gods' own son awoke us.
How many times? How many crosses?
One son betwixt time vortex tosses?

Just asked the witness of time out of place.
This time is all time girded to space.

Each time bandit added one future more,
The son gave blood on crosses galore.
Thieves of the webbing of time,
Trampled and vandalled each vine.
Willfull disregard to sacred law,
Thinking no one remembered or saw.

Just asked the witness of time out of space
This time is all time girded in place

He found each cross, replaced by a rose.
Then carefully ledgered the time ebbs and flows.
Do what thou wilt? Now comes will a fee
It follows me all ways...to when they will see.

By TM Tait



Poem I wrote about little t (me):

Whistling Softly

Feathered glider I firstly am
Then Satan's dark fleeced loser lamb
Wearing delicate little clovened boots
To journey safely with his merry troops

Look closer to see mysterious things
Those are my holy angelic wings
The plot it grows now very thick
Meet my beloved friend called Nick

Centered on my line of Jewel
A merry skipping mighty fool
Truth and Faith blinded me
To tricks and treats of subtlety

Stillness shows my eyes the wind and well
When to remind lost colors where they dwell
Almighty holds my will and my love
I chose to be a velvet glove

My heart carries a bird and nest
Holy Spirit and Nick's third vest
Sacred compass is Nick's magnate
I am Nick's sweet song calibrate

Perpetual notion of golden stream
Cordial vascular restoration beam
In this realm of lightning's arc
The living gateway likes to park

Where and when and how and why?
All answered by Almighty's toss of the die
Powers and numbers and corneal east
Letters and symbols like Blakes' or maybe Yeats

Review or revile this tiny opus I devised
Believe me, it spilled out unsupervised
So on that, I pause this vellum balm
To rest myself in profound calm

- tmt

(Knock down the old gray wall, be a part of it all.)

Here's a bit of Nikola's own poetry:

I Haunted thee were the ibis nods,
From the Bracken's crag to the Upas Tree.
Nikola Tesla, November 4, 1934

Fragments of Olympian Gossip

While listening on my cosmic phone
I caught words from the Olympus blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound

There's Archimedes with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable.

Below, on Earth, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a cosmic gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.

We are wary with so much at stake,
Those beggars are a pest no mistake.
Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown
And turned your great science upside down.

Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,
Puts on your high teaching all the blame.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable

I am much too ignorant, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind,

Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,
These masters of mine may do the rest.
Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Tesla coming up.

Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate.
Then silence shuffle of soft slippered feet
I knock and the bedlam of the street.
Nikola Tesla, Novice


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One poem from the Merry Men (they felt left out, pouters )

Musical Lime
Misty Hue, the forth vest of Blue (not 2x2)
Misty ode to Magic Whistler's All-kin Tune
Firstly doors are set up back, be advised
I have no Mast to My Room Name
Nor she A white Cabbit to gift any game

Toh Hee Did, Oh Tay? I laugh at Hie Hare
Dy-Chordia Vest Crowed Ye, All Ready Set
Shoe to Four T nay: "Signs" at random too
Sore E rabbit, Mott The Hoop L, lesser Lou

Windy C Rly? Roller to Yutes?
Wily E Ki Yah Tee is found in rock flutes
Ab ra nox mayt! Unhorse a never a TullI-kin
So blinder in D, on Jag yule lar spin,
Rounder about 'er, Cuter less R & E

Writ Red, sans blue, white ever hare E
A continental collective, Tue-Ah-La free
Warsh-ing tons Cherry bing! Ax tolled Tre
Ahhh (even ventured toe) Hah!

Can wick jump over KQJK?
Nine et tre on li, *shrug* muse ist too
One ut ter station lah v lah, race
Pissin contest en set of the pace

(Over easy egg omelette in food zero)

Muss cordial trac eye, lol
Drink to songs say: Open Bar!
Mirth and Drink? Wee rock and wee star?
Hell 2 the yeah!!
LL, too? N Sugar? Bower Dave? Chasers of cars?
Awesome FA sum: blind number oh

A wink sorta pinkly, more than 1 finger tot
Swear inky? 'Ello? Mister Sky Blue
Word as bond to symbiotic = true
So no, granted mighty corn is "oh-tay!"
This inter-song began 15 yrs away

Then buy all mean it is Nest!
Who? then U2? firstly-er and more velvet tea?
Finchly speaking, notice a cat
Who feed those? No, (not yet)
Jett of Joans? *rolls eyes* not again

H roh to the jet, tolle u lest e
And my matey, he love too Kit-tee
Katt of Legend and futility
(Of first Fame Hall Rock induction )

Bungled me, Jungled me, paw to my tiggle,
Because I like to laugh and love to giggle
The finest field of running so sandy beaches
The brothers who so very often each peaches

Gull then an eager timer slipped song taste
A vessel to see our first place out of paste
Then often lament a blue trickling theme chord
How oh how to follow, before all are bored?

Stone me, Brown Eyed Girl, waterfall for dew
Mick he who's head never scratched, flew
The sixtyish song hawks then seventies blue
Disco? Glam's rocky shore T rannis x too

The eight era muse became Mother Goose
Tull the bell once again louder more noose
What's wrong with geese, notice all are downsy
Roundabout came then, boulder et al poundsy

Calliope fell while hatter clapped bright note
Not nice to pick guitar perfect fifth boat
Ok, so find me some water America wrote
Horse has a name now, white and no mote

Continue to bob seger-lee, shh. Rock of quiet
Then bring on the hairy, purple-lee riot
Next again the music staid fast and firm lit
American pilot, in reverse train candle bit

Play and muse I can anyway, but surely will stop
Though the band on the field, thought to naught
Gamely the levi rote rather grim, I be the floater
If Host is the engine's own gear hand to boater

Check back to old Tull train locomotive breath-dogg
Charlie is quite relevant, no handle no meth-odd
Turning to pages of mysterious fine fiver road
A watership down, is hometown fiver abode

Simply put:
Books are the bakers soul music book

Greener day said it best and firmly sept over
I walk alone with shade heeled dover
Et al pink landed money pi
Shew Tuesday's hue; Tulls milk/honey tie

Winding a bit further wry firmly intention
A zappa the lappa tess Mom's inter-invention
Frank-lee speaking, I like the look of the singer
Joes garage of satirical spit & image zinger

What face is this? Someone perhaps I should gnosist
If blue had he eyed, that man would dy-tesla-ist
Invention of Mothers banded his cutting wax lyrical
And champion of freedom to songbird astrapherical

Certain as one who did see, and see moreover more
Perhaps American song and her liberty open door
Was brought and was taught from a future-lee rights
Roadly speaking the atlas has many time-lee fights

El to the John, one and same: letter MM sibling pact
On the Bow belongs to Kiev sister and MM x3
Ki-lee speaking in a sense of natural and kind
Has rended his pant to stand and to wilks be-rind

Button naval-tee must make her mine own and LP
To round out the sound out verily: add a side B
The question is moot and set in that, loop of whey
She made it and played it in the music studio fae

Kie-vly speaking this was minted and way before go
Hood, wink, soyish outlandish pair-e-air dainty toe
Wood and fen of forested glades hie and ley cove
I kneeled for yes, & terday; uri-alee returned glove

Mirror o' culls, miraculous: modern word verbiage
Jesus truly begotten hie hie heightiest lightiest-aria
Scarce-lee hidden Oz-ed in/under literal cloak stair-e-yee
Thru El-lee-evay-ter livegate: emerald jewel bench-lee

- The Merry Men

One poem from Jack [with sponsers, cuz Jack has a life too! How else is he gonna pay for his Air Time]


http://www.kqjk.com/main.html


*wonders what will happen when love really becomes like Oxygen*





Oh, thats right, it already is

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TWO DREAMS (both true)

DEEP on the bosom of Jeel-Begzad
(Darling daughter of stern Bi-tar)
Sleeps the rose of her lover lad.
It brings this word: When the zenith-star
Melts in the full moon's rising light,

Then shall her Giaour come-to-night.

What is the odor that fills her room?
Ah ! 't is the dream of the sleeping rose:
To feel his lips near its velvet bloom
In the secret shadow no moonbeam knows,

Till the maiden pass-ion within her breast
Kindles to flame where the kisses rest.
By the stealthy fingers of old Bidar
(Savage father of Jeel-Begzad)N
e\'er bloodless in peace or war-

Was a handjar sheathed; and each one had

Grayed on its handle a Cora prayer-
He can feel it now, in his ambush there!
The moon rides pale in the quiet night j
It puts out the stars, but never the gleam
Of the waiting blade's foreboding light,

Aster in its sheath in a moret dream
Of rain, of brook, and of clasping - breath,
Of the shirts of verge-ance drenched in deloth.
The dawn did the dream of the rose undo,
But the dream Of the sleeping blade came true.

MYSTERIOUS LOVE

INTO the air I breathed a sigh;
She, afar, another breathed
Sighs that, like a butterfly,
Each went wandering low and high,
Till the air with sighs was wreathed.

When each other long they sought,
On a star-o'er-twinkled hill
Jasmine, trembling with the thought,
Both within her chalice caught,
A lover's potion to distil.
Drank of this a nightingale,

Guided by the starlight wan
Drank and sang from dale to dale,
Till eyery streamlet did exhale
Incense to the waking dawn.

Like the dawn, the maiden heard;
While, afar, I felt the fire
I n the bosom of the bird;
Fourth our sighs again were stirred
Width a sevenfold desire.

These we followed till we learned
Where they trysted; T heared ear psalm
Their fond nightingale returned.
Deeper then our longings burned,

Deeper the delights of song.
Now, when at the wakening hour,
Sigh to sigh, we greet his play,
Well we know its mystic power
Feeling dawn and bird and flower

Pouring meaning into May.
Just Meine, perfume every grove!
Knight in gale, for e'·er sing
To the bright tenting dawn above
Of the myst - ery of love
In the mystery of spring I

*pats the Knight in gaale*

One trifle... I'm grinning - live it up
I'm takin' flight: Eys said, "I'll never get enough"
Stand tall: I'm young and kind and prod
I'm a tock as long as the music's rod

If you think... Isle center roundabout has the world bide
You're thinkin' like a pool and I'm a phase of dew or dive
Out dare mistera four-tune wading tube be head
You think... I'll slide goad your monad
Youth haven: a knot (her thing) comb lead

That's right: hear's where (the talk in heads)
Well listen: this Knight theirs; albeit sumer action ax-cent
Dive bard: I'm cawl and dial the slots
I got and ace card calm mind on onli clocks

If you think I'll sim apron while you chip away my braid?
Listen: I ain't fool in; N yute bet merth ink a gain
Out where: isle four-tune (whale too) be hat
You think... iota letter a goyo nomad
(You gotta) anno-tait-ed ring come-ed

In this whorl dear, livin' in... Weeeave hour (shear off sorrow)
An swerve Now: t is don, 't givin gaime four a knew tom or row

Oh so hot!!! gnosist time two take arrest: yeah
Act tongue cain't roma fourth of second lest
Real strom glot me... spume secrete-wee
Hay I'm on big splash: I'm goin' four infinite T-pyah

If you sink. I'll sit a round, as the whorl goes: bye!
You're slinkin' liper fool: clause-ette's a capse of duet die
Out dare is a fore tone wailin' tube bead add
You think. I'll lacet good yojur remand
You've got a knotter: Think. comb. spin

Roll the dice; if you can skate the mice

Greek sēma a signal + -phore (Bearer; carrier)

Hee hee heres a punnish meine-t (how to tweak a twitter)

OK! New Biizarre Triangle

There I said it

Since I can clearly read, I will say it is self evident I can clearly see other items beyond words when my eyes are open.



Today, I enjoyed the delightful invitation extended by my Nick, to take a break from my task at hand and come see a surprise for me. My reply, "this better be good..."

I was not disappointed, indeed I was overwhelmed with the new game. Hide and seek, in bigger terms. I in my silly inner child, popped out and gave a hug to (not sure who) because I know him. He was saying hello/goodbye and feeling very tender.

Then, Nick whispered to look up, so of course I did. One does not often enjoy the sight of interdimensional jet craft travel, I quite relished it. I had no idea he is a pilot as well as all the rest. Maybe he had a chauffer at the wheel, I couldn't tell that. It glided elegantly through the atmosphere and then, enveloped in a round white shroud of light, moved on.

Then as I drove for lunch the fun continued with a lovely cameo by the sweet doctor Nick himself. Peeking from the median/lightpost of an odd intersection. (he turned on my blinker, too, just to be silly) I believe I am quite content to be swept off my feet in such a mysterious wave

Hee hee, the horizon bends just a little bit... a scoootch or so bendy, not quite a Merc, but if one looked under that hood, they would find a Germaine craftsman has designed the engine well

The clique it or ... *snicket* sign is so rendering that I truly welcomed the oppurtunity to yell BLENDER! Loud enough to be in my normal speaking voice. *cough* my lungs never get to yell like I REALLY can. (though the echoe effect of the cute eaves dropper was delishious) I hope everyone understands I don't give a flying rats tali aboout stupid number games. I can hit any number I want, conciously or unconciously. Its about time everyone got involved. Though I would gently add, this is my game and I always win. Not because I like to win, I just happen to be in that phaze of my one life. It is the phaze that carries the rest of my days, which are numbered by my Creator, not me. I just enjoy them and today was a very nice one, far and WIDE.

To the being that wanted to hear Francis sing, thanks can be submitted to my savior/brother Jesus Christ, where they truly belong.

To the being that sent me kisses, thank you love, I send one back because I like the idea.

To the being that tried to hold on and couldn't, thats my glove - be sure to give it back to where it was. (you know the place, its got a gray lid) Don't bother trying to open it up, its too heavy for your sissy strength *giggle* & *snicker* *ddoodule*

To the lovely knight I already met, oh a while ago, my how you've grown almost younger than me! But your curls are still so much cuter and fluffy than mine, baby cakes.

To MY cowboy... I am saving my best kisses (rawr)

And to my Nick, that I took swinging, I can beem NT anything NT wants to get a bead on, that little flower was very pretty but I know where the whole garden is, where I grow.

Up on the hill
People never still
They just don care
Chinese music under banyan trees
Here at the dude ranch a duve the sea
Aja
When all my dime dancin' is two
I run a few more side boo

Up on the hill
They've got time to bun
There's no real fun
Double felix in the sky tonight
Throw out the hard wear
Let's do it right
Aja
When all my dime dancin' is TRUE
I run through you

Up on the hill
They think I'm o-bay
(Or so they may)
Chin ease muse lick always sedentary
Angular ban-mojoes
Sound goad tome
Aja
When all my dime dancin' is YOU
I run a flag up your nickel

(and then I make it REALLY BLENDER)

"Who pets nature?"

APOSTROPHE TO GREECE

NT own, for a time, t stitjh
And private had, a bard
Of sacred arm is t vice;
Even in the under-word
Shall the rough winds defer
(That tell of wrangling shades that crowd the courtS of Dis.)
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[remember that little place with the spider and the agreement? Its rather sticky and the terms never changes)

T is Peace shaH bring the green
For Merit's brow. What scene,
o Athens, shall be thine!
Till from Parnassus' height
Phrebus' reluctant light

Lingers along H ymettus' fair and lofty line.
With dance and song and game
And oratory's flame
Shall Hellas beat and swell,
Till, olive-crowned, in pride
The envied victors ride,

Fellows to those whose fame the prancing marbles tell~
o antique time and smyle,
Return to us a wile
Bright as thy happy skies I
Silent the sounds that jar:
Like music heard a far
The harm on ye n durs: whyle all the disc ordiers

Ax xAT-L33t

(so sorry, I don't work on me knees, its my pleasure)

The circle runs BIG and surprisingly small, yes? Thats my dial I make the vol LUME or TONE DOW-N

Did I entDid I mention that one dream I had? With the floor and the pinstripe/wingtips I only saw up to their knees but hey, I think I got their darling faces tangled in my feathery hair.

I know an oily place, I set it free a lonnnnnnng time ago, and thats very relevent. Because I knew these things as they occurred in my life as separate events. And I shared them with my mason buddies, in a private conversation that lasted a long time. Way back in what? 2000? Something like that. Please understand there is a fine art to being artistic and a burning compulsion to be a prodigy. Neither can be planned, neither can be broken, only redirected. Which is why I love the ROUNDABOUT so much. It only makes me STRONGER, when will the players learn that? I'm not a gamer, I'm a maker of games. Any game you N00bs keek up, I learned back in the day, (which was a Wednesday). Prod a JAY? only makes me ba-ronne girl!!!

You may want to plug your ears, I might start to scream out in ax-star-T

(I saw the liberty guy put his ring together over his head too, I apologize, my mind got so many lively pictures I am overwhelmed and must sort them, like the bounty of beautiful shells gleaned on a day of ocean shoring in summertime)

Clouds were awesome too, and I was delighted to watch two cars literally disappear from the roadway. I pondered the complex-ity of so mch calculation, in an off hand way as I studied my own complex-ion (har har, going mega me Lo Maniac)

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hee Hee Thats is what I call running a lot of games all at one timing. Nice synchronization. I don't know how you guys learned to dance so well. I am very impressed!!! And here I thought it would be boring, more like a ballroom blitz, super fun.

Nick knows how to move a herd of zombies, lol. And merry men are quite effective at helping him And having FUN

I'm glad you guys like the slow dance, I suppose I could throw down a bit faster. Though I do like watching you guys boost stuff, just the way I do (only much slower than me har har har) Yoink!!!

APOSTROPHE TO GREECE

Not yet the cloister's shade
FeU on a world afraid,
Morbid, morose-the alloy
Found greater than the gold
Of life. Like Nature old
Thou still didst sing and show the sanity of joy.

That secret to this day
Hath its enduring sway
O'er all thy childlike kind.
Oh, teach this anxious age
Through thy serener page
How by the happy heart to keep the unclouded mind.

II

BUT thou wert Freedom's too
As well as Joy's, and drew
From every mountain breast
An air that could endure
No foreign foe-so pure
That Lycabettus neighbors the Corinthian crest.

NT or was thy love of life
For thee alone. Thy strife
Was for the race, no less.
Thee, to whom wrong is done
While wrong confronts the sun,
The oppressor cannot crush, nor teach thee to oppress.
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6 APOSTROPHE TO GREECE
By thee for lands benighted
Was Freedom's beacon lighted
That now enstars the earth.
Welcome the people's hour!
Passed is the monarch's power,
Dread waits not on his death that trembled at his birth.

As down a craggy steep
Albanian torrents leap
Impetuous to the seaSuch
was thy ancient spirit,
Still thine. Who that inherit
Hatred of tyranny inherit not from thee?

Look to the West and see
Thy daughter, ItalyFathered
by Neptune bold
On Cumre's sheltered strand
(Forgot but for the hand
That saved to Art her sibyl many-named and old) j

That temple-sated soil,
Whose altar-smoke would coil
To hide the A vernian steep,
Grows the same harvest now
Best increase of the plow,
Fair Freedom, of thy seed, sown for the world to reap.