Formula of Eternal Life

All the riches could save us
My child collect and discuss
Silver for a disease or curse
Pestilence gone with Jade in your purse
Gold against enchantment
Pearls for containment
Emeralds keep a spirit safe
Agate keeps away the wraith
Moonstone to keep your dreams
Lapis will focus you schemes

A few more to help you keep score
Affordable if you don’t mind a dirt floor
Rubies help against haze
Jasper prevent your daze
Opals to clean the eyes
Turquoise to find a prize
Tin to clean up your ail
Platinum for where others fail

A shipment of each
There is nowhere out of reach
Fetch each I beseech
Together their power I will teach

Wealth will misery end
Smell the future down wind
With each precious acquisition
You ascend to a new position
Choice you are now granted
Bias toward you they are slanted
In your days give each away
Regaled will your name stay
Upend the class to which you rise
But give too much and meet demise.

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Writing exercises

Wan weasel wander wistfully where whims’ want wishful wonder waiting where weasels whisk. Weasels wantonly wail woefully when white whale wants wan weasel’s wares. Wan weasel weighs whale’s wants while white whale wrangles weasel’s wares. Wan weasel won’t wage war with white whale. White whale won wan weasel’s wares.

Lithe llama leads lackadaisical little lamb. Lucky Labrador lets lamb lead llama. Lenticular lush lands lure lamb. Little lamb leaves llama’s light lead. Leadless lamb lunches lustfully. Llama lacks leal lackey. Longanimous Labrador leers longingly. Lessons learned:
1. Let Labrador lead lost lambs.
2. Llamas lack leadership.

Quart quaffing quintuplets question quick quilting Qatar quadruplets queue. Quincy questions Quinn. Quarterback Quinten quizzes queasy Quade. Quigley queries Queen Quinlan quilting quality quartz. Quinta quits quirky Quintin quandary. Quela quietly quests quoting quail quacks.

Mouse

I roam the chambers of my house
In search of a little mouse
The mouse cleans with broom
Empty is each room
I look at images on the walls
Analyzing the little scrawls
Mouse has neatened and smudged
Yet some details he can’t budge
Ideals shine through bright
While inspiration is cloaked in night
I hear the past call out
Not one I return the shout
Mouse is curtain hanging
Hiding doors, windows, lighting
Out, I take candle
Darkness it will handle
Yet smells I will not mask
My thoughts and fears
Progress toward me nears
In the dark they cower
Nigh each knows its power
Mouse scurries to my feet
Louse reeks of deceit
I kick it out
On its way
I send a shout.
Here he cannot play