There is no signal MC, it's a book that generalizes life in different forms of poems and poetry. It's a realistic frictional writing on basic activities of the world.

Just some poetry I’ve wrote over the years through the constant battle of life

Eyang Ireng Wesi looked at his student who asked, then answered,
"Poetry will help us give tenderness to the hardness of heart. Poetry will enable you to think deeply about the meaning of life. Poetry will also hone your human side and teach that every problem is not always handled in a violent way.
Poetry will also teach you how to fight evil through writing. When we are not able to fight physically, we will fight through poetry and poetry. "Said Eyang Ireng Wesi in an explanation. His students then nodded in agreement.
And suddenly Arya said, "Now friends, it becomes clear, when you are fighting and then you lose, immediately read poetry to our enemies so that our enemies will lose," Arya said immediately to the giggling of his friends.
Eyang Ireng Wesi immediately patted his forehead hard, very annoyed at Arya. He knew Arya was talking nonsense.
"Shut your mouth Arya! You keep joking. When can you be serious?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi until he wanted to hit Arya's panties with sandals because he was so annoyed.
"I'm sorry Teacher .." said Arya with a tone of regret.
"Come on quickly read a poem straight from your brain!" Said the teacher.
"Alright teacher .. immediately do it," said Arya with enthusiasm.
Arya then stood proudly, his handsome face looked charming to anyone who looked at him. Her hair which was tied up in white ropes was black and long and wavy like the hair of a girl. Eyang Ireng Wesi who raised the young man by himself. He knew exactly how this handsome young man was acting so silly.
Even though he himself is not a very kind-hearted person but he is powerless against the silliness of his adopted son. Besides his natural abilities that were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. He also seemed to find something strange in the young man.
Since childhood, Arya has been used to talking to ghosts and demons who are coming to the human realm more and more. Eyang Ireng Wesi knows that Arya is not just anyone. Her ability to communicate with demons who should live in different dimensions from humans will make Arya enter and mingle in a stealth life that should indeed live separately from humans.
Arya's abilities must be used against the demons who often interfere with human life. They often come to the human realm to take them to the realm and make humans their servants. Or they sometimes kill humans and eat them like tigers preying on deer.
Eyang Ireng Wesi's hope is that Arya can match his physical abilities with a softer heart and good character. That is why He taught his students how to make poetry to balance their martial arts skills. Fortunately, Arya is indeed a very smart child. He can make poetry as well as mastering the science of martial art.
The other students seemed to be watching Arya who was preparing to write poetry as well as recite it.
Night
Dark, dark, gloom, pitch-black
The darkness of the night does not darken my heart
The gloom of the night does not make my eyes dark
when the darkness of the night penetrates my heart
I only find darkness inside of me


Night
Silent, lonely, lonely, dead
The silence of the wind
The natural silence of the clink
The lonely forces me to get up
I don't want to get buried and die
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Arya seemed to read aloud his poetry which made his friends gasp. How could he behind his ridiculous attitude be able to make such beautiful poetry? Applause and cries of admiration immediately sounded bustling in the room. And Eyang Ireng Wesi nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Well ... you heard the poem. Now before you write it on palm leaves, can anyone interpret the meaning of the poem?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi to ask his students. All the students were suddenly mute and pretended to be busy writing palm leaves with small sharp knives. Some were seen rubbing their writing with hazelnut oil.
Arya grinned when he saw his friends who were suddenly busy. And he again wanted to be fun. He immediately moved his hand towards Jaka and without realizing it by Jaka, his right hand suddenly rose.
"Well .. Jaka, you can interpret Arya's poetry .. it's very good" said Eyang Ireng Wesi happily. Jaka just glared with his mouth wide open. How could the hand that was writing suddenly lifted up? All eyes then looked towards him seriously.
Suddenly Jaka wanted to pee because he was so shocked. But seeing his teacher staring intently, he didn't dare to refuse so he stuttered to answer his teacher's question.
"Na... naight..that night .. usually very dark..so dark it makes people want to die .." He said, making his friends laugh.
"SHEAM !! You guys know it's just kidding" Eyang Ireng Wesi was getting angry.
"Finish this task, when it's finished immediately get out of the Padepokan and run around this hermitage as much as 20 rounds," said Eyang Ireng Wesi as he left the room.
Their laughter stopped, including Arya's laughter. This Padepokan is very wide because there are rice fields, ponds, and fields for practice. Running around as much as 20 circles by crossing large trees, rocks and river flow that crosses behind the hermitage makes running around this hermitage is not as easy as turning your palm.
"This is all because of you," Koswara said irritably to Arya. He raised a knife to write the palm leaves towards Arya. Arya was silent this time. He felt guilty to his friends. He then stood up and said,
"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I will go to the teacher and apologize to him. I will ask for your punishment to be canceled" said Arya as she then sped away leaving the room towards Grandma Ireng Wesi.
He found his teacher standing staring at the lush trees behind the forest at the foot of Mount Salak. Arya approached his teacher slowly. Hearing approaching footsteps without turning his head, the teacher said,
'What do you want? "The teacher said in a flat tone.
"I want to apologize, Teacher," said Arya to his teacher.
"Why should you apologize?" The teacher said.
"I was the one who made Jaka raise his hand" said Arya feeling very sorry.
"I was expecting it. It's good if you're sorry"
"Then Teacher, may I ask that the punishment for my friends be canceled? And let me receive the punishment myself," said Arya making his teacher look away and then said,
"Then run 40 rounds"
"40 times?" Arya gasped
"Then tell your friends to carry out the punishment earlier"
"No ... not teacher. Let me receive the punishment" said Arya as he then sped away and started running around the hermitage.

Eyes of Arya wider when he sees the adorable view in front of him. Beautiful face, green eyes,  brown hair, the yellow skin, glowing, shining, and sparkling in the evening sun.

And which made admired of Arya is the body of that woman. She doesn't have a body like a human being. She doesn't have hand dan legs. It's like a long body. Her face was so cold with an extremely angry look. She was annoyed by Arya when She was taking a bath.

The snake girl suddenly moved her tail and hit Arya's body strongly. Arya dodged and jumped lightly. Instead, he lunged and held the beautiful face and kissed her lips gently and quickly. Then run away and jump to the top of the tree laughing. Not long after, the snake girl roared with anger.
"You devil !!" She shouted.

I started climbing lessons are not 23 years old but didn't really take to my instructor or cold so very well at first until I met him in person I didn't personally. Then we started going out for coffee after our climbing lessons and we will talk about different climbing techniques and stuff. Sooner relationship became deeper and deeper and one time when I was climbing he, at 40 kissed me softly and sweetly.  It was my first case since high school and I was an older gentleman his name was Paul he was very good looking very intelligent we had deep conversations about life and poetry we both love poetry and we will talk about that for hours in my room soon he asked me if he could make love to me after one of my lessons. I had to sneak them in my house because he was not allowed in the house because of my parents I was still adult another time and had to put up with my parents rules and that meant no boyfriends after the screwup in high school. And I told him that I would have to sneak him in to my room. You want to discuss poetry and life. He promised me everything he promised to give me a nice deep kiss  on the summer mount Everest as I meet my goal.  Every time we talked about poetry after a lesson of climbing we would end up making love I was always on top of him climbing on top of him riding him dearly and sweetly as if he was fragile but I knew he was in fragile but I just wanted to slow sensual feel of his flesh inside me. As we discussed the topic of the sixth Dalai Lama our lovemaking became more passionate and he actually climbed on top me and got between my legs and gently and slowly thrust his harness and his lines into me I took him by the year and I kissed him on the mouth and I said I want to whisper in your mouth and kiss you as you thrust into me. I always wanted to be in love and this is my first time that I was in love since high school. The lovemaking was sweet I was able to enjoy every minute of it and every touch. One thing I didn't know about my Climbing instructor was that he was a Reiki master and he would always kiss where my chakras were Stopping at the root chakra which would be my womanhood I had to keep quiet because my parents are asleep or watching TV and they had sharpie hearing. But I wanted to moan so lovingly and want to kiss him and scream with pleasure. As we made love we always talked about poetry and we always kissed but I was in between cases that we were talking about the 6th Dalai Lama and his poetry.  I wanted to read the six Dalai Lama's box so badly that I asked him if he had them and he said he did and he was going to give them to me as a special present after the next climbing lesson. Just the thought of reading those books made me so hot and bothered that I made love to him again Paul I mean.

Kristina first falls in love at age 25 with her Everest climbing coach over deep discussion and poetry by the 6th Dalai Lama, but this romance won't last as when she is in Kathmandu, Nepal, she is taken by a junior lama Dorje, a buddhist monk.  They fold in love but what if the monk Changes his mind.

We love historical fiction that's based on real people—especially incredible Ada Lovelace might have led a life of ease and boredom if not for her mother, Lady Anne Isabella Milbanke Byron, who left Ada's famous father, Lord Byron, when Ada was only 7 weeks old. Lady Anne educated her daughter in mathematics, rather than poetry, as a means of protecting her. As a young woman, Ada Lovelace combined her father's wildness and passion with a fierce mathematical intelligence. When she encountered Charles Babbage, the results were startling.In this remarkable novel, readers meet the small girl who learns human anatomy while working in her father's laboratory. Before the invention of the camera, and long before the age of selfies, few people had any idea what they, or the people they read about in newspapers, looked like. Marie's remarkable skills meant that she could create wax images of faces. When Paris erupted in revolution in 1789, those skills were in high demand as members of the nobility—faced with Madame Guillotine—wanted some record that they had once existed. Marie Tussaud changed the ways that we "see" the rich and famous.Forugh Farrokhzad is raised in Tehran by parents who insist that being an obedient, modest daughter is the most important thing she can be. But Farrokhzad envisioned a different life for herself, which included a passion for poetry. Writing poetry brings her into conflict with her parents, and against her will, they marry her to a man with whom she has nothing in common. She rebels by continuing to write poetry, and by commencing an extramarital affair. Farrokhzad faced repercussions for her choices, but decades later, her story will inspire readers. Some of her poems can be found.

Novel introduces readers to remarkable women, whose stories will deepen our understanding of the roles that women have played in human history—even if no one seemed to be paying attention.

Danny lived his life in a small town. He lived by his elementary and middle schools, and went to his town's rival high school. Throughout middle and high school, he's turned to poetry to vent. This is the poem's he's kept for himself. Some, no one else has read. He poured his heart into his works, exposing himself through his words. Take a look into his heart and his mind through his poetry.

I am Danny. I'm 17 years old and currently failing my high school senior year. I have no faith in graduating, but I have complete and utter faith in my poetry and belief that it will get me somewhere in life.

The first few poems are old, and are from middle school or my freshman year. They won't be as meaningful as the newer ones.

Danny lived his life in a small town. He lived by his elementary and middle schools, and went to his town's rival high school. Throughout middle and high school, he's turned to poetry to vent. This is the poem's he's kept for himself. Some, no one else has read. He poured his heart into his works, exposing himself through his words. Take a look into his heart and his mind through his poetry.

Arriving at his house, their god knocked on the door and said hello.
 "Assalamualaiakum" Say hello in unison
 Because there was no one at home besides Dewa's mother, Dewa's mother opened the door for them.
 "Waalaikum sal, lam" answered Dewa's mother with a surprised face then said back
 "That's your face, why did it get like that?" Answered Dewa's mother with a worried face and then held the faces of Dewa and his colleagues.
 "It's okay, auntie, it just fell" Doni replied
 "It's okay what about you, Don?"
 While lowering his face, Doni said in a very small voice.
 "Yes, it's okay, just after fighting," said Doni.
 Because Dewa's mother heard Doni's voice, she answered
 "What do you say, Don?" Asked Dewa's mother
 "No, no, why don't you" replied Doni (With a scared face while shaking his right hand)
 "Are you really Don?"
 "Really tan"
 Dewa's mother stared at Dewa sharply like a bird that wanted to prey on her prey then said
 "Wa" Said his mother Dewa
 "What is it mom?" Asked Dewa to his mother
 Then Dewa invited Indri and her colleagues into her house.
 "Come in, let's go" Invite Dewa to Indri and his friends
 However, when they stepped their feet his mother god intervened them then said
 "Eh.  "Wait, answer your mother's question first, why is that face?" His mother said Dewa
 "It's okay, ma'am," answered Dewa while walking towards the living room
 Then when he sat on the sofa in the living room of Dewa's house, he saw Indri, his mother and two friends still outside, so he said.
 "Eh.  How come you guys are still out here coming in "Invite God to them
 They entered the house of Dewa then approached him and sat on the sofa with him.  Because his mother is still worried about them because of his bruised face.
 So his mother approached him, Indri and his friends.  Then say
 "Eh.  Why can't you answer your question? "Dewa's mother asked them
 However, they still didn't answer it.  Then his mother asked Indri.
 "Indri is a beautiful mother-in-law who is also the most affectionate of the mother, why is that their face, why are they bruised?" Asked his mother Dewa to Indri.
 "A anu bu" When Indri wanted to answer, Dewa then pinched Indri's thigh and said
 "Husst" While covering Indri's lips with one finger
 "Why Dri, how come you didn't answer it"
 "It's okay, my dear mother," answered Dewa
 "But that's all your faces are bruised." Said Dewa's mother with a face that was still very worried
 "Yes dear mother"
 "Fine, but your faces are compressed huh."
 "Yes ma'am"
 Dewa's mother left them and then went to the family room to watch TV.  Then Jepri said
 "Hah, thank God.  Fortunately, Wa didn't find out, "said Jepri
 "Yes Jep, fortunately" answered Dewa
 "Hemmm" replied Indri
 Doni, who was still moaning in pain, then said
 "Bro, bro.  Try to take the compress first, it hurts really swollen again, "said Doni
 "Do you want to be compressed using warm water or do you want to use a punch again, honey?" Asked Indri jokingly
 "Not all, Dri.  Ngompresnya using a machete and then slashed the neck of Dewa, haha ​​"Doni replied jokingly
 "Wasalam is my life, Don, if Indri has the heart to do that to me," said Dewa
 "Hahaha, it's okay, Wa.  Calm down, there is me Wa who will later macarin Indri, right or not Dri? "Asked Doni jokingly
 "Idih, I don't really want to date you Don"
 "Is that how it is, Dri?"
 "Yes maybe.  I am dating you Don "
 "Ha ha ha.  Joking Dri "
 "Anyway, yes Don.  I wouldn't do that.  Yes, I want to lose my dear future husband "
 "Yes, yes, Dri, yes"
 "Doni, please don't have to wait for it.  Please pour some water for us, then take a cloth to compress our faces, okay? Said Jepri in a pleading tone.
 "Yes, Jep.  But for Doni, I'm lazy. "By looking away
 "Hahaha" Dewa and Jepri laughed in unison
 While patting the forehead, Doni said "Gosh"
 "Hahaha, that's why Don don't upset Indri" said Jepri
 Indri went to the kitchen of Dewa's house and then boiled hot water, then after the water was boiling, he lifted the water from the stove and took a container to add the water.
 After he finished preparing the items needed to compress.  So Indri returned to the guest room and then gave all the items to them so that Dewa, Doni, Jepri could compress their faces except for Dewa.  Then Indri said to her lover.
 "Here, let me compress, dear" asked Indri to Dewa
 "Don't love it, let me just" replied Dewa with a smile
 "Eh, how come like that honey, you're sick again"
 "It's just the face that hurts dear, not a broken arm"
 "Hmm ... But I am your girlfriend who is considerate, beautiful, kind, not arrogant and also diligent in saving. It's a shame you keep on wanting to help you compress the face that is out of shape"
 Doni also laughed happily "Hahaha" he said.  Then Indri answered.
 "What the heck are you, Don, just get involved in people's affairs" replied Indri in an annoyed tone
 "What is it Dri?" Asked Doni
 "It's okay dear!" Commanded Dewa while holding his face Indri
 "Yes dear, but the Donation started first"
 "Hmmm .. It's a shame, Doni doesn't have to serve it, usually his brain is short, hahaha"
 "Yes, dear"
 "That's more like it.  That's just my beautiful girlfriend, her cute smile also misses her face "
 "Hemm, is that right?"
 "Benerlah (Then while stroking Indri Dewa's hair he chanted a poem)
 (Interpretation of me and you)
 For you are the sun that casts out the cold morning dew
 The thread of the king that arched his body against the sky after the rain
 A fortress that fended off arrows that hit
 You are my childhood friend who accompanied me
 When loneliness takes my soul from the crowd
 I'm not here ...
 Except for your body this time ...
 It is an inspiration for me to write a million poems
 Because I was a poet who always ...
 Lock yourself in a dark, pitch-black cave
 Without a shred of air
 I'm claustrophobic ,,,
 Until the asthma choked my throat which peaked
 Until it reaches the end of the ceiling then evaporates
 But this time ..
 I am a very lucky poet ..
 Because I found tears that were truly and all over the face of an woman
 Life also seems to be a very interpretive parable
 Will be a million hallucinations
 To be more alive then ..
 I stick with the blood that spills from the pepori in every fight "
 After Dewa chanted the poem to his lover.  Then Indri compressed Dewa's face with great affection so that even Indri's eyes could not bear to see God so battered like that that her lover's tears fell from her eyelids.
 "Hadeh ,, Wa wa really poetic for you" said Doni
 "Envy told boss" Said Dewa
 "Why am I jealous too, Wa"
 "You were jealous, right?"
 "No, it's just a little uncomfortable because you're alay"
 (What is poetry?)
 Poetry was not created to be exaggerated
 Or exaggerating ,,,
 He is also the author
 Poetry is a word of honesty that is full of meaning, interpretation and translation
 Until we have to dive into the entire deep ocean
 The contents are ,,
 The sentences that separated and separated themselves
 From his friends only to become beautiful verses full of jewels
 Like love in life sometimes ,,
 Leaving a trace of longing is also a deep heartbreak
 Poetry never wants you to glorify or glorify its author
 Poetry just wants to be your childhood friend this time ,,,
 Become an ideal that is embedded in your subconscious.
 What quickly became a dream that was only a possibility.
 But poetry ,,,
 There is always in life the Indonesian language which is full of revisions
 Our lives may still be confused
 But poetry is an ambiguous one that is always attached and never lasting by anything
 Like Chairil Anwar who wants to live another thousand years, "Indri answered defending her lover
 "Listen, my girlfriend said," Dewa replied to Doni
 "Bodo Wa, bodo.  I don't understand, "Doni said
 "Hemmm ,,, love you dear!" Command Indri
 "Don,
 (What is poetry 2)
 Poetry is not to be understood but to be understood
 So that our reason can fly far
 Then high beyond the sky
 Then loose into a broken korora
 Also the glow that was stranded fell into the lake.
 The ocean that doesn't want to be separated from the ocean
 Like me ..
 Who at that time found the passion of life for love
 Also become a writer who can transcend all
 What people think is dead in this experience ...
 Poetry is not to be understood but to be understood
 Like our fight
 Which this time ...
 One must know the purpose for what and why we shed blood
 So that the blood pooled then muttered in our souls
 At Fajr. "
 "Yes yes bye yes (With a shout)"
 Hearing their conversation, Jepri could only laugh at the cornered Doni.  Then Doni said.
 "Why don't you help me, Jep, njirlah?" Asked Doni with an annoyed tone
 "Hahaha" Once again Jepri could only laugh
 "You really are Jep, we just broke up, dear"
 "O Allah, what dream did I have during the night.  How come this one friend of mine has a short brain "
 "Man"
 "Was it because he hit his face earlier, Wa?" Asked Jepri
 "Maybe Japanese"
 Not long after, they finished compressing their faces and Indri had finished compressing Dewa's face.  Then Indri remembered something.
 "Oh yes, dear" said Indri
 "What the heck, dear?" Asked Dewa
 "They said you wanted to share your history when you were in junior high"
 "Yes, later tonight, okay dear"
 "How come tonight, dear ?.  Later tonight, I will go home "
 "What are you doing home honey?"
 "Lah, yes, when I sleep with the three of you in a room, don't want it"
 "Yes, no.  You sleep with mom and dad sleep in my room then I sleep with them in the living room or not in the family room "
 "But what if my father asks me later?"
 "Yes, just answer you sleep here and I was told to do it, or you will ask my parents to explain this problem to your parents, right?"
 "Yes, I just sleep here, okay?"
 "That's more like it.  So later in the evening we can explain our history when we were in junior high school "
 "Yes, dear" While pinching God's cheek
 "Ouch, it hurts euyy"
 "Uhh ,, cup cup" While stroking Dewa's face

Synopsis

 Love fortitude

 Dewa and Indri are students at a high school in South Lampung. When Indri first met Dewa, Dewa was very ignorant, and spoke a little that was the character of Dewa.

 When in 11th grade high school and one night Indri was robbed and Dewa helped him but Dewa lost and he was seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

 When they had graduated from school they separated. How is the continuation of their story? Because this is my first novel, please keep updating it, please like and follow, so I will be more enthusiastic about writing it.


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Su Clan's Sixteen's small feet gently stepped on the ground as she jumped toward the pond of light.
In the next moment, she fell inside the pond.
She was the last person that tried to jump into the pond... at this time, none of the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group present on site believed that she would successfully enter that space on the other side. After all, all the fellow daoists that had tried before her had failed, without exception.
But right at this time, the hidden entrance to that other dimension at the bottom of the pond of light... suddenly opened.
"Eh?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator opened his eyes wide in shock.
Su Clan's Sixteen had actually succeeded?
At this moment, her small feet had already sunk into the space on the other side.
Young Master Phoenix Slayer, Fairy Lychee, and Su Clan's Seven all stood up, and said in unison, "Sixteen succeeded?"
"It was just as I expected," Su Clan's Sixteen muttered to herself.
While they were in the White Cloud City, Song Shuhang had told Su Clan's Sixteen about everything that had happened when he was dragged into that infinite make-up test dimension.
Except for the content related to Senior White Two, which was inevitably censored, Song Shuhang had told her about everything he had experienced in there... and within this content was included the fact that he had failed the test again and again due to the 'cool' writing style of a certain scholarly disciple.
The calligraphy of that scholarly disciple was beautiful and unique, and he had turned certain 'horizontal' strokes into tildes while writing them down on paper. That wasn't all, because strange vertical wavy lines and slanting wavy lines were also present in his text... in short, there were wavy lines everywhere!
For those that didn't recognize the ancient characters, those wavy lines were simply a nightmare. Just what type of calligraphy had that scholarly disciple studied? Some kind of 'twisting' calligraphy?
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Back then, Song Shuhang didn't tell her the name of the scholarly disciple that made him go through all that trouble...
But after seeing all the wavy lines in the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ that the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' had written down from memory, Su Clan's Sixteen realized that there was something wrong.
Then, just as the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group failed one after another to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom, Sixten was even more sure that her guess was correct.
Thereupon, she started analyzing the content of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, turning all those strange wavy lines into straight ones.
After that, she firmly recorded in her mind the revised versions of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯.
Finally, as all the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were done trying, Su Clan's Sixteen stepped forward and tried to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom... and her guess turned out to be correct. As such, she was able to enter the space on the other side without problems.
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"Sixteen, what's the secret to enter that space?" the petite, feminine-looking version of True Monarch White Crane asked anxiously. Venerable White had already entered the space on the other side of the pond of light while it was blocked outside, still unable to enter!
True Monarch White Crane had gotten very anxious.
Su Clan's Sixteen stretched out her hand, and pointed at the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu. "To make a long story short... you should ask our scholar friend not to show off his cool calligraphy, and have him write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, without turning those horizontal and vertical strokes into wavy lines."
"That's everything there was to say. Good luck, seniors." After she had said this much, Su Clan's Sixteen waved her hand at all those present there.
Her figure was rather petite. Therefore, she quickly sank into the dimension on the other side of the pond of light. She quickly said her piece, and disappeared in the pond.
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As soon as Su Clan's Sixteen had finished speaking, the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu subconsciously tightened the grip around the brush in his hand... he felt killing intent!
It was a fearsome killing intent, and it was coming from all directions!
He discovered that the various seniors in the surroundings were looking at him with sharp and scary eyes.
The sharp eyes of the seniors reminded Saber Wielding Scholar of that sharp steel saber he used to slash people not too long.
"Little scholarly brother." Fairy Lychee narrowed her eyes and arrived in front of the Saber Wielding Scholar.
Fairy Lychee was as beautiful as always, and her sweet laughter could make one's bones go soft.
But as soon as he heard her laughter, the Saber Wielding Scholar felt a shiver run down his spine, which made him broke out in a cold sweat.
"Can I trouble you to use standard characters to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯?" Fairy Lychee's face was dark.
All of them had surrounded the pond of light and started to jump up and down like monkeys... and now, it turned out that the reason they couldn't enter was the 'cool' calligraphy this guy had used to write down the text?
The calligraphy might be cool... but it had really given them a headache!
Unwittingly, Young Master Phoenix Slayer had also arrived next to Su Wenqu. He gently pushed his glasses up, and said indifferently, "Standard characters and no twist and turns... I believe our little scholarly brother should be able to do this much, right?"
Mom, these seniors are really scary! The Saber Wielding Scholar felt a huge pressure at this time.
"Little friend, don't worry. You don't have to fear them." Right at this time, Su Clan's Seven stepped forward, and gently patted the shoulder of the 'Saber Wielding Scholar'. After all, he was the one that had brought him here.
"Senior Seven!" The Saber Wielding Scholar was moved.
"After you are done writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, I will make sure to go a little easy on you during the fight on the arena we willhave later," Su Clan's Seven said with a smile.
The Saber Wielding Scholar immediately felt his legs becoming soft.
Is Senior Seven implying that we will continue comparing notes on the arena after this whole matter with 'pond of light' is over, and he still won't show any mercy...?
The Saber Wielding Scholar had stepped on the arena and issued a challenge because he wanted to ask Su Clan's Seven for advice and learn more in regards to saber techniques.
He was much weaker than Su Clan's Seven, and if the latter didn't go easy on him, he would be done for!
Given the predicament he was in, the Saber Wielding Scholar took the brush in hand and started once again to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, this time under great pressure.
"Remember to use standard characters," Northern River's Loose Cultivator reminded. "Using your special calligraphy must have become a habit by now. As such, you will have to continuously pay attention while writing."
"I know, Senior. I will keep it in mind." The Saber Wielding Scholar forced a smile.
Never did he think that he would have such a hard time while writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ one day. He had to mobilize all the strength in his body in order to write down the strokes and the lines of each character.
However... his understanding of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ had unexpectedly improved while writing under so much pressure.
Several years had passed since the last time he had written down these two texts so earnestly.
Fortune and misfortune truly went hand in hand.
❄️❄️❄️
Around ten minutes later.
The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group tried once again to challenge the pond of light.
This time, the seniors used all kinds of different postures, and managed to successfully get into the space on the other side of the pond of light.
After seeing the seniors coming in one after another, Su Clan's Sixteen, Song Shuhang, and Venerable White faintly smiled.
"From the looks of it, everyone managed to get in." The corner of Song Shuhang's mouth rose as he was taking delight in other people's misfortune. It wasn't fun when you were the only one to get the short end of the stick; it was better if everyone was in the same situation!
The last time, he was the only one that suffered due to the wavy lines of the Saber Wielding Scholar, but now, the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group also got a taste of it! Song Shuhang felt that everything was balanced now.
No, no. That was improper. Taking delight in other people's misfortune isn't a good thing, I must contain myself!
Song Shuhang forcefully calmed himself down.
❄️❄️❄️
After the various fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group and the Saber Wielding Scholar entered the space on the other side of the pond of light, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' narrated once more the tale of the amazing life of the Scholarly Sage, which shocked and stupefied the various fellow daoists of the group.
The cool image of the Scholarly Sage was smashed to pieces during his short autobiography.
Although it was already the second time that Song Shuhang and the others were hearing the story, they still couldn't get used to it.
After the tale of the life of the Sage concluded, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' was generous enough to give all the people there a chance to learn a secret technique, as well as an opportunity to listen attentively to the speech of the Sage.
❄️❄️❄️
After the various fellow daoists finished learning the secret techniques they had chosen, the Still Pond of Wisdom gave everyone the opportunity to listen to the speech of the Sage.
Of course, this speech was something similar to a rebroadcast, and its effects were going to be far inferior to the real speech of the Sage.
Still, its effects were still very good and nothing to scoff at.
The Saber Wielding Scholar and True Monarch Eternal Fire, in particular, received a lot of benefits after listening to the speech of the Sage.
❄️❄️❄️
After listening to the speech, the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were very satisfied, and prepared to leave the place.
"Let's go. We still have to handle the matter related to the Mountain of Myriad Books, putting it back in its original position, and we also have to finish the shooting of the next scenes of the movie." Venerable White put away the table and the tea set, and said. "In a while, I will also prepare the various 'disposable flying swords' we need."
Thereupon, the seniors left one after another that special space.
Song Shuhang stretched himself and said, "Let's go."
But right at this time, the Still Pond of Wisdom suddenly said, "Little friend Song Shuhang, wait a moment. Can you stay here for a little longer?"
True Monarch Eternal Fire, Venerable White, True Monarch Fallout, and the others curiously turned their heads around as they looked at the Still Pond of Wisdom and Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang was first at a loss, but then thought of something, and said, "Sure. I will stay behind for a little more."
❄️❄️❄️
Everyone left the place, and only Song Shuhang and the Still Pond of Wisdom were left.
Song Shuhang stretched his hand into his pocket and took out the fragment of the magical treasure that the lustrous scholar passed on to him during his last moments.
As expected... the Still Pond of Wisdom must have sensed the presence of this fragment and asked me to stay behind for a little while for this reason. After all, it's the fragment of the life-bound magical treasure of one of the thirteen Tribulation Transcenders disciples of the Sage.
"Did you ask me to stay behind due to this thing I have with me?" Song Shuhang turned his body around and took out the fragment of the magical treasure.
At the same time, the Still Pond of Wisdom opened his mouth, and said, "Can you take out that Fellow Daoist hiding in your clothes? I agreed to give all the fellow daoists here an opportunity to learn a secret technique. Therefore, I have to give her her share as well."
In the next moment...
"..." Song Shuhang.
"..." The Still Pond of Wisdom.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

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Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















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"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
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"An ideal book for any normal person, who wants to lose weight. Steps mentioned can be followed by any one, who has the desire to lose weight. Overall a good one."
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"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
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"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
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"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
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"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
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"It's really great that you did this… both the weight loss and the book. Very admirable."
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"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
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"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
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"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
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The author lays out clearly the steps that aided her in losing weight. It is easy to follow and the suggestions are easy to implement into your daily life. The book gives you exactly what the author intended to and that is to provide insight on what worked for her.
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This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
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The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
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Dedicated to the spirit of freedom and determination

























Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three




















Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

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