Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection
This booklet is a sampling of words. Give it your time. Let these words bring you to a place where only words can take you. Here, I hope you should sample good things.
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Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection
This booklet is a sampling of words. Give it your time. Let these words bring you to a place where only words can take you. Here, I hope you should sample good things.
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Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection

Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection

by Britteny Tang
Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection

Sample Scoops: Selections for an Elhi Collection

by Britteny Tang

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This booklet is a sampling of words. Give it your time. Let these words bring you to a place where only words can take you. Here, I hope you should sample good things.

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ISBN-13: 9781466973237
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 12/21/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 74
File size: 198 KB

About the Author

Introduction: Dearest Reader, Writing involves going beyond the act of crafting words onto a blank sheet. That is the activity of the fingers—gripping a pen, scribbling on a piece of paper, moving across a keyboard, in it of itself does not suffice in describing a writer’s work. Writing in its artistic form of sharing involves captivating/capturing something living and sharing the life of the captured. It only retains its power when it is able to share and replicate with its reader the life that is found in its words. What then should be said? What words are important? What words are worthy enough for you the listener? In the midst of speaking, every speaker should consider these questions as these words may pertain to the hearer. Allow me a moment of your time. Let me bring you to a place where only words can take you. From me I hope you should sample and taste good things. Here are some samplings: i. Streams of consciousness flow as one, The fabrics of minds are interwoven, And their weaver is Lord of them all. ii. Grace pours from Heaven’s gates. It finds its current between you and I; and it runs as a recycling river. The following is a collection of poems that were crafted through several years. In publishing this work, I make acknowledgement of possible errors and apologize beforehand for any distaste you may find. Revisions may follow. Sincerely, Britteny Tang

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Sample Scoops

Selections for an Elhi Collection
By Britteny Tang

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Britteny Tang
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4669-7322-0


Chapter One

1.

    'b/c, of love

    When the Sun began a movement—
    all stars stood still:
    thought blended words,
    voice formed notes,
    joy, breathed and birthed forth an everlasting
      melody;
    and so,
    you live, because of love.

    (Originally written on: 08.03.10)
    (Finalized on: 11.11.12)
    Hint: Beginning

2.

    BLOOM WILD

    It's Saturday. I now have full reign on all
      applications, of all my faculties—
    Hide me in a garden,
    and I will wilt, wither, and wane.
    Nothing but sun-dried kisses shall remain.
    Let the sun sear me if it must.
    Let the rain beat me if it will.
    Let the wind venomously blow their breaths if
      they shall.
    For I will learn my name in this place;
    And be known as the wild flower of this space!

3.

    BLOOM

    Oh thorns on my sides,
    you are a makeup,
    a cosmetic,
    an accessory,
    a personal décor in apparel,
    for my betterment.
    Memories of you shall subside when times have
      come to their fullest,
    and we, shall kiss, no more.

4.

    The 'It' Creature

    Thinking in poetry—
    The 'it' creature,
    too small to be seen,
    too small to be noted for anything,
    slugged and slugged,
    until it found itself in the middle of the Square.
    Finding itself amongst the great,
    it longed for a place in their shade.
    For all it wanted was to merely
    gaze at the beauty of the great.

5.

    Recondite

    In the post-mark of knowledge,
    There is a begetting.
    These trialed hours,
    Thorned pressures,
    Create the foreknown bloom.
    Ever foreign to the mild cultivation: garden.
    For trails were made for the creature.
    They are part of its makeup, cosmetic,
      accessory, apparel.
    For such a time as these,
    For all that may and could—an hour yet unknown.
    For the formation of a reality yet to be known.

6.

    Sworn

    Before the assembly,
    We swear: loyalty;
    We swear to a concept;
    We promise retainment:
        Our lives.
    In our glorious appraisal we still find in our flesh,
    The hardship of attaining.
    To our great leader,
    We will always sing:
    Strength be yours!
    Strength and dignity!
    May you never tire;
    May you never fear;
    May your hands be ready for every task and
        succeed in all you do in actuating our
        sustainment and progress.
    For you bear our hearts in truth,
    You uphold the weight of our lives,
    And lay yourself down for our sake.
    May nothing stop you from actuating the
        concept of our allegiance.
    And should you ever feel the weight too great
        or the pangs of cowering from the hour,
    May these words remind you of the hour of our
        pledge;
    And may you be upheld in its virtue, always in
        forever.

7.

    Raw

    A wall of flames encapsulates an army:
      He dwells within her;
      His banner over her is love;
      And His passion over her is
      Romance:
        Burn me,
        with the flame of your love,
        with the passion of your lips,
        the curl of your tongue,
        the delight of your breath.
        For love conquers death—
          I am love sick.
          And how I long for the Lover of my soul—
            You are Mine.
            And I am Yours.
            Say to me my Love:
            You are Mine and I am Yours.
    Among the earth's dead You, are my portion:
      my Breath;
      my very Life.

8.

Think on Squid—

A moment's reprieve brings my fingers into a bag of TA YUAN CUTTLEFISH. Each package contains eighty-five point one grams of cuttlefish. Cultivated by Sann Yuan Enterprise Co., Ltd. and procured within the territories of the controversially independent dependent Taipei (Taiwan) the savory snack will attack your taste buds and leave your stomach defenseless for more.

The soft feathered texture and succulent calamari is dried, not fried, to its skin. It is seafood condensation galore. Packed with seven grams of protein and one percent calcium for every quarter of a cup intake, it is flavorfully seasoned in salt, sugar, and monosodium glutamate (aka honey!).

To your singing delight it lasts one hundred and eighty days in refrigerated storage; after its package has been opened and your intake has begun.

Warning:

Besides seventy-five milligrams of cholesterol, two hundred and fifty-seven milligrams (or rather 0.257g) of sodium, four grams of sugar for every fifteen grams eaten, with nine calories of fat, four calories of carbohydrate per every gram of cuttlefish, and four calories of protein the succulent eatable non-vertebrate will leave your tongue a bidder for bodily flesh, dried, flavored and chewy.

Mmm ...

Yummy.

9.

    Perfect Speech

    Someday,
    words will flow;
    harm never come;
    if not now, then.

10.

    Bliss' Solace Found in Tears

    At the end of the day,
    i retire to my corner of the world.
    Mine and mine alone is the hour, as sleepers
      seek their ideal bliss.
    i peer across a vague space onto a refractive
      sheet of minerals,
    and find an image return my gaze.
    The beheld and i exchange—
    It appeared with fine lines formed from the
      deep melancholy stains that mar its
      cheecks;
    i say to it:
        "At the end of the day you have nothing
          to prove to anyone besides God and
          yourself."
    i turn away and wipe away my own buried tears
      and follow the world's sleepers into an idea
      of bliss.

11.

    Breathing Hard

    What pains the mind's trail hours bring
    What bitter remorse over longsufferings

    What is good?


    How the soul pines

    For
    There is no remedy.


    Lies
    are heard at the door

    Present:
      Promised peace upheld by a hand of
        betrayal


    There is no relief for the mind

    In the drowning daze
    Gasp, for air.

12.

"76 MAN"

Returning from the lake, on the same day that I presumed a friend visited, I saw a driver license plate reaffirming oil, or rather dumping certain comments that relayed oil's abiding relevance.

The driver was a redneck. He was literally tanned from head to toe in red—greased blond in shades, middle-aged and medium built with a pot-belly; he dressed in a black muscle shirt, knee-high shorts, and fashionably sported flip-flops. He stood and walked around outside for a minute and after smiling at me, he quickly slid into a typical olive colored SUV from Ford and drove away. The vehicle's plate flashed: 76 MAN.

Oil currently serves several industries. As mentioned in my GMAIL Draft Email: "[d]on't drop the ball on oil," (I wrote this during the winter of 2011 when the stock-market showed oil "-101 pts"). Due to our nation's industries' dependence upon oil a sudden and complete shift to the recent alternate innovations would be unwise. Our nation requires a gradual transition into new innovations. Such a gradual transition should be calculated to help multiple industries and the overall economy within a nation.

It was based upon pure necessity that a recent nation made the immediate and nearly complete transition to battery-energy. The nation's ability to convert spectacularly quick was due to their: population, topography, overall technological resourcefulness/national educational advantage (not to mention its recent nuclear incident). The concept of retaining and regenerating electricity within a battery chamber was the next-step to their energy puzzle. Their seamless and nearly effortless transition is logical.

The United States' energy conversion to this particular alternate resource, however, is a totally different story. The oil commodity in our country is used in nearly everything. Though the need to transition is necessary, even if it's purely for maintaining Americans' competitiveness, our transition require stages.

Note, I do recall mentioning in the same draft that we should have the ability to transition, and this I reasoned because our nation is totally capable enough. However, I did forget to mention that we should do so while keeping in mind the need to prevent havoc on existing industries within our nation, least we succeed in destroying ourselves. For I believe we are more than able to compete with other technologically advanced nations.

This then is to say, obviously:

Oil's use will be curbed as an energy commodity within the auto industry, especially as we continue pushing forward in becoming more efficient with our resources in general; and as we continue to reach technological advancements and achievements.

Energy, resource, and currency can be seen as a game, a conquest, and a near warfare for all parties involved. However, in our endeavors to acquire, I hope that we will never forget that each person involved is our equal, and that each person should be treated thus so.

In Fortune Magazine's October 2012 issuance, a professor mentioned (I'm paraphrasing): It is human instinct to attempt to acquire or dominate a particular resource or have spheres of influences. Strategizing and takeovering is a given.

I say, I must be sitting at the feet of giants, or maybe perhaps I sit on their shoulders. For I receive the best samplings of their words only when I intake their words seriously and seek out their words' applications. I ponder upon their words and allow only their words to resonate in my mind.

I question to myself: Will we, as a nation, forever be known as the domineering leech? And if we seek out benefits with our international communities, but with an one-upmanship mentality, what type of relations will we create? As a nation many times the United States is seen as a domineering country—seeking out our own only, and this is conveniently to the detriment of other communities, though this is completely natural, for it is after all human instinct to do so. But nevertheless we should be reminded that our actions can have permanently negative consequences.

Should the market continue to require an overseas presence and our businesses can provide, afford, and implement a strategy to meet such a demand, we should do so. And this should be done not at the expense of damaging relations (harming directly or indirectly the foreign labor), losing our skills/skillfulness, and competitiveness by continuously contracting out our work (just because the hired hand in the foreign country is the cheaper laborer and not the overpaid local). If such ideology may be implemented, perhaps we could then achieve creating better communities and sustain diverse economies.

In summary: It should be noted that wherever the market is, we should be present; and this presence should present itself in efforts of bettering national relations, not its inverse.

FYI, here's a list of some popular cars that are being powered by battery and/or have a plug-in and/or hybrid ability:

Leaf,

Volt,

Prius

Watch-out! Cuz, they be electrifyingly hot on the roads!

13.

    Of the Land, The Land of
    the Living


    Of what shall I ascribe Heaven's likeliness?
    Or compare the Living's Inheritance?
    Close your eyes for a minute.
      Imagine your toes stepping into a small creek.
        Your foot touches smooth pebbles,
        your skin caresses gentle grass.
        As you breathe,
        you take in
        a chill,
        a drink.
        So clear is the air,
        your sensations are sharpened;
        it's like living in liquid.
        Of this portion, there, you are in 2-D.
          These Farmlands, Yield, And
          There are levels.
            Look above,
            the skies are an Ocean.
            God turns into a whale for me to
            ride on.
    He takes me to the depths of his
      tavern,
    within its sheltered chambers sing
      perfect praise in
    perfect silence; and
    I am washed,
    clean,
    in the shelter of his tavern.
      There are higher places.
      How I wish to take you there, to
        the Land, the Land of the Living.

(Continues...)



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