I said

This breaks my heart, but your support of ICE leads me to think that we can’t be friends anymore. I am sorry.

He said

OK, unfriend me then. But if you do, you are narrow minded.

Then I said

ICE murdered Renée Good and Alex Pretti and drags American citizens out of their cars and uses kids as bait and violates the 4th Amendment on a daily basis. However narrow-minded I am, please consider the blind eye you have turned to this brutal reality.

Thanks for the good times. Goodbye and good luck.

And I unfriended him.

And I wonder how many more such exchanges have taken place.

When we draw breath, it is a Voting, Electing action. We have chosen to stay alive and oxygenated. Choosing a restaurant may be a vote for convenience or a fine dining experience; and traveling is a vote to be elsewhere, taking a class is a vote for knowledge enhancement, going to sleep is a vote to heal and recharge. Now, for Americans in this crucial approaching-November time, voting itself is a vital action. Please VOTE, fellow Americans!!

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Right Action

Either drinking from a cup [Eidetic dawn or 4 to sup]

Governing one’s acts at sea

Helping holding brewing T

True conductance loads a worth

[Taking lead dramatic Earth]

Right Speech

Eiderdown Fluff helps you sleep

Gongs & Owlhoots may make you weep–A

Helping voice’ll aid your rest

Three sheets and wind may be your death

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I have never read Edwin Newman’s Strictly Speaking, nor his A Civil Tongue, but I infer from the titles that Right Speech was the subject in both cases. And here in the American Heartland, one of the most lamentatious sentiments in our group mind is “Me and my big mouth!” Right Speech can move mountains and inspire greatness. Wrong speech can make enemies and sometimes even get people killed.

For “Right Intention” I took a look at Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, and his What’ll I Do Now? soliloquy. Is he better off leaving the Mortal Coil, or striving for justice for his murdered father?

Right Intention

Eikons to the fore A S A P

Given two who fight a troubled sea

Help a Dane Lead Justice through the strait

Till the soil & tend thy father’s wraith

Today I began a page derived from the concept of Buddhism’s Eightfold Path. I will be composing eight triple-acrostics, one for each sub-path. Here is the first.

Right View

EIEIO the Farmers cheep

Got rated # One by EPA

Hi Ho Hi Ho the little fellers chat

The forest does the rest with thicket thatch

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My Trick Answer to the question “What in the name of Enlightenment does this poem have to do with the Right View segment of the Eightfold Path of Buddhism?” is “You’d see it, if you had the right…view.” 🙂

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activity streaker

my AI is passive-aggressive

when hesheit ells me

and the subtext is content creator, you are falling down on the job

nagging me softly with this notification

to produce produce PRODUCE

but i must not produce worthless content

for there is already an overabundance

of online timewasters and other trash

..

the being of an activity streaker may entertain

given sufficient nakedness and/or relevance

so let’s run naked to local news/weather/sprouts

..

the chemical leak in toledo

was due to some heat in a tank

thank goodness we dodged that torpedo

and have good responders to thank

..

it’s sunny and crisp on our ave

and our sts and our rds are the same

but mention a crcl

a wiseacre jerk’ll

for this whirled series

say winter is coming, for shame

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take your dog to the mill for a walkie

and of happy-storms be a good brewer

be poets like horace

and sing like a chorus

of giulio neris

is half a sweep and pleasant-shocky

and a good-faith-in-baseball renewer

..

to make this a good quick streak it should be a “One-minute read.” how’d we do?

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we are not our best selves when sleep-deprived

not our most capable selves when falling asleep,

or coming up from sleep

and so as i seek sleep

i ask

may sleep not elude

may no one intrude

as i stumble into my slumber

and may it be peaceful

as lambwool is fleeceful

and slow-dance that morpheus number

having asked

and having visited the bathroom

and having visited darkness

on the bedroom

with a pull of

the lamp

switch,

now i

lay me

down

This card is the back of a grocery list that was jam-packed. The one item on this side, “ice cream,” was written by my cohabitant Donna and then embellished by me. The rest of the card was done while Donna was getting her hair done at Great Clips.

Shop Till U Drop (top)

Star dud

Hip spur

Older duo

Plaid soup

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Shop Till U Drop (bottom)

Stray spud

Hilltop hour

OLPH in vacuo

Platelets up

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I grew up in Glendale, Arizona. There was an Our Lady of Perpetual Help downtown, and on a few occasions the Bowers family went to Bingo Night at OLPH. I was under the delusion, that young, that there was such a thing as psychic powers, and I tried to exert my will such that my family would win the Coverall For a Thousand Dollars If You Got It In Fifty Numbers Or Fewer. “OLPH in vacuo” translates to “Our Lady Perpetual Help in a vacuum.”