• #lemon analyse

    Exact Quote and Full ContextThe most widely circulated and quoted version from multiple video clips, news reports, and X posts is:


    "Watch this guy here, look, hugging his kid. And, you know, I imagine it's uncomfortable and traumatic for the people here, but... careful, it's very slippery right here. [...] but that's what protesting is about."

    He says this while filming a father embracing and comforting his visibly upset child amid the chaos.
    The tone is casual and observational — he acknowledges the distress ("uncomfortable and traumatic") but immediately frames it as an acceptable, even necessary, aspect of protest ("that's what protesting is about").
    In some slightly varied transcriptions from clips (due to audio quality or editing), it's phrased as "It's uncomfortable and traumatic for the people here, but that's really what protesting is about" or "It is traumatic for the people, and that's what protesting is about."

    This moment has been heavily clipped and shared (e.g., by accounts like TheBlaze, End Wokeness, Reverend Jordan Wells, and others), often with captions emphasizing that Lemon appears to justify or downplay the impact on children while narrating it live.

    https://x.com/markkayeshow/status/2013285524958491000
    #lemon analyse Exact Quote and Full ContextThe most widely circulated and quoted version from multiple video clips, news reports, and X posts is: "Watch this guy here, look, hugging his kid. And, you know, I imagine it's uncomfortable and traumatic for the people here, but... careful, it's very slippery right here. [...] but that's what protesting is about." He says this while filming a father embracing and comforting his visibly upset child amid the chaos. The tone is casual and observational — he acknowledges the distress ("uncomfortable and traumatic") but immediately frames it as an acceptable, even necessary, aspect of protest ("that's what protesting is about"). In some slightly varied transcriptions from clips (due to audio quality or editing), it's phrased as "It's uncomfortable and traumatic for the people here, but that's really what protesting is about" or "It is traumatic for the people, and that's what protesting is about." This moment has been heavily clipped and shared (e.g., by accounts like TheBlaze, End Wokeness, Reverend Jordan Wells, and others), often with captions emphasizing that Lemon appears to justify or downplay the impact on children while narrating it live. https://x.com/markkayeshow/status/2013285524958491000
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  • Het Lied van de Kwakende Eend


    In een gracht, mooi blauw en stil,
    Kwaakt een lief eendje, vol van wil.
    Met zijn snavel, geel en fijn,
    Zingt hij zachtjes:

    “kwaak kwaak kwaak,
    wees lief, waar je ook mag zijn”

    Kwak kwak kwak, door riet en plas,
    Dansend licht op waterglas.
    Liefde stroomt in elke toon,
    Wonderlicht, hemels schoon.

    Kwak kwak kwak, lief en zacht,
    Met een kloppend, eenden hart
    Kwak kwak kwak, voor jou en mij,
    zingt Eendje: “liefde maakt blij en vrij”

    Refrein – kwak luid mee

    Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak!
    Licht en lief, dag en nacht!
    Kwak kwak kwak, doe maar lekker mee,
    met het Eendjeslied van jou en mij


    Amsterdam

    12 12 2024

    Stan Rams Art Media


    Geen eend doet aan woke,
    geen eend discrimineert,
    Geen eend steelt, liegt, of predikt.
    Alle eenden zijn neutraal, puur en vrij,

    Ze liegen nooit, zijn lief en trouw,
    Ze eren hemel en aarde gedwee,
    Met kwak-symphonieën,
    op de golven van harts zee.

    Geen oordeel, geen “beterweterij”,
    Alle eenden kwaken helder en blij.
    Ze hebben geen preker nodig,
    Leven in vrede, zij aan zij

    Kwak kwak kwak,
    Leve de liefde voor altijd
    Eenden zingen van vrede,
    zonder strijd, uit blijheid.

    Ze zijn het voorbeeld voor ons allemaal,
    dus Kwaak maar lekker met hun mee,
    maak van de wereld een grote liefde zee.

    Kwak kwak kwak, lief en rein,
    Kwak kwak kwak,
    Maak de wereld een liefde-zee
    kwak maar lekker mee!


    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

    De parodie van de Kwakende Eend

    In een gracht, blauw en stil,
    Kwakte een eendje, blij en vrij
    Maar opeens, uit de diepte daar,
    Kwam een haai met een jurk en kapmes –
    o jee, wat een paar!
    “AAHAA!” riep de haai met een grijns,
    “Kom hier maar, lekkere kwak-snack, dit wordt mijn festijn!”

    Maar een Chinese haikovis, spleet en graail,
    Sprong ertussen: “Nee nee, die eend is nu van mij, ga weg haai!”

    De haiko won, met een knipoog fijn,
    En zo belandde ons eendje in een pan met rijst en wijn.
    In restaurant “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend”,
    geserveerd met saus – het was eendjes eind.

    Kwak kwak kwak… een laatste zucht,
    “Waarom geen vrede, geen liefde, geen lucht?”
    Maar in de hemel kwakt hij nu bevrijd,
    Met engelen-eenden, in eeuwig blij.

    Kwak kwak kwak, pas op in het water,
    Voor haaien en haikos die eenden slachten!
    Kwak kwak kwak, pas op je dobber plas,
    En kwak dapper met liefde – dat is pas klas!


    De Ontsnapping van de Kwakende Eend

    In “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend”,
    Lag ons eendje in de pan, oh nee!
    De haikos lachten lekker luid,
    Maar eendje dacht: “Ik kwak me vrij!”

    Met een slimme kwak en een fladder-slag,
    Sprong hij uit de saus, weg van het gerecht!
    Door de keuken, langs de kok met zijn mes,
    Kwakte hij: “bekijk het maar, ik ben weg over het hazenpeper pad naar de vrijheid ”

    Buiten in de nacht, onder sterrenlicht zo rein,
    Snelde hij naar de gracht, vrij en fijn.
    Geen haai, geen haiko, geen gekroonde eend meer,
    Alleen wonderlicht en liefde sfeer.

    Kwak kwak kwak, ontsnapt en blij,
    Voor jou en mij, door liefde vrij!
    Eendje zingt nu op de plas zo groot:
    “Liefde redt altijd – kwak het voort!”

    Refrein – kwak victorieus mee!
    Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak!
    Ontsnapt uit gevaar, door liefde gered!
    Kwak kwak kwak, doe maar lekker mee,
    Met het lied van vrijheid – voor jou en mij!


    Epiloog:

    De Wraak van de Haaien in Jurken

    De haai kwam terug, niet alleen deze keer,
    Met een hele bende haaien in jurken – woest en fier.
    Ze stormden “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend” binnen,
    Voor verhaal, voor wraak, voor een nieuw festijn.

    “AlAAAAAAA!” brulden ze met kapmessen hoog,
    Tegen de haikos met slagersmessen – een woeste stoet.
    Potten en pannen vlogen door de lucht,
    Een enorme vechtpartij brak los – chaos, geschreeuw, gerucht.

    Kapmes tegen slagersmes, jurk tegen schort zo wit,
    Borden versplinterd, saus overal – een hels gevecht.
    Ze staken, sloegen, krabden en beten,
    Tot bloed en vin de vloer rood kleurden.

    Op het einde lagen ze allemaal,
    Dodelijk gewond, te kermen en te kreunen zo stil.
    De haaien in jurken, de haikos zo graai,
    Muisstil werd het… geen kwaak, geen gil.

    Maar in de verte, door de nacht zo rein,
    Klonk het kwetterend eendenorkest, zacht en fijn.
    Door de hele stad, over gracht en plas, door liefde,
    Kwakte het door: een symfonie van liefde en vrede, alas!

    Kwak kwak kwak, klonk het in alle uithoeken der wereld,
    Een koor van eenden, blij en onbevreesd.
    “Leve de liefde! Leve de vrijheid!
    Leve de gerechtigheid – wij zijn samen blij!”

    De eendjes hadden gewonnen, zonder een slag te slaan,
    Alleen met hun kwaken, lief, puur en rein.
    Liefde triomfeerde, vrijheid bleef staan,
    En de wereld werd een grote liefdezee – kwak maar aan!

    Slotrefrein – kwak wereldwijd mee!

    Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak!
    Leve de liefde, leve de vrijheid!
    Kwak kwak kwak, voor gerechtigheid,
    Eendenorkest zingt: wij zijn samen blij!

    Stan Rams Art Media

    Amsterdam

    12 12 2025

    Het Lied van de Kwakende Eend In een gracht, mooi blauw en stil, Kwaakt een lief eendje, vol van wil. Met zijn snavel, geel en fijn, Zingt hij zachtjes: “kwaak kwaak kwaak, wees lief, waar je ook mag zijn” Kwak kwak kwak, door riet en plas, Dansend licht op waterglas. Liefde stroomt in elke toon, Wonderlicht, hemels schoon. Kwak kwak kwak, lief en zacht, Met een kloppend, eenden hart Kwak kwak kwak, voor jou en mij, zingt Eendje: “liefde maakt blij en vrij” Refrein – kwak luid mee Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak! Licht en lief, dag en nacht! Kwak kwak kwak, doe maar lekker mee, met het Eendjeslied van jou en mij Amsterdam 12 12 2024 Stan Rams Art Media Geen eend doet aan woke, geen eend discrimineert, Geen eend steelt, liegt, of predikt. Alle eenden zijn neutraal, puur en vrij, Ze liegen nooit, zijn lief en trouw, Ze eren hemel en aarde gedwee, Met kwak-symphonieën, op de golven van harts zee. Geen oordeel, geen “beterweterij”, Alle eenden kwaken helder en blij. Ze hebben geen preker nodig, Leven in vrede, zij aan zij Kwak kwak kwak, Leve de liefde voor altijd Eenden zingen van vrede, zonder strijd, uit blijheid. Ze zijn het voorbeeld voor ons allemaal, dus Kwaak maar lekker met hun mee, maak van de wereld een grote liefde zee. Kwak kwak kwak, lief en rein, Kwak kwak kwak, Maak de wereld een liefde-zee kwak maar lekker mee! &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& De parodie van de Kwakende Eend In een gracht, blauw en stil, Kwakte een eendje, blij en vrij Maar opeens, uit de diepte daar, Kwam een haai met een jurk en kapmes – o jee, wat een paar! “AAHAA!” riep de haai met een grijns, “Kom hier maar, lekkere kwak-snack, dit wordt mijn festijn!” Maar een Chinese haikovis, spleet en graail, Sprong ertussen: “Nee nee, die eend is nu van mij, ga weg haai!” De haiko won, met een knipoog fijn, En zo belandde ons eendje in een pan met rijst en wijn. In restaurant “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend”, geserveerd met saus – het was eendjes eind. Kwak kwak kwak… een laatste zucht, “Waarom geen vrede, geen liefde, geen lucht?” Maar in de hemel kwakt hij nu bevrijd, Met engelen-eenden, in eeuwig blij. Kwak kwak kwak, pas op in het water, Voor haaien en haikos die eenden slachten! Kwak kwak kwak, pas op je dobber plas, En kwak dapper met liefde – dat is pas klas! De Ontsnapping van de Kwakende Eend In “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend”, Lag ons eendje in de pan, oh nee! De haikos lachten lekker luid, Maar eendje dacht: “Ik kwak me vrij!” Met een slimme kwak en een fladder-slag, Sprong hij uit de saus, weg van het gerecht! Door de keuken, langs de kok met zijn mes, Kwakte hij: “bekijk het maar, ik ben weg over het hazenpeper pad naar de vrijheid ” Buiten in de nacht, onder sterrenlicht zo rein, Snelde hij naar de gracht, vrij en fijn. Geen haai, geen haiko, geen gekroonde eend meer, Alleen wonderlicht en liefde sfeer. Kwak kwak kwak, ontsnapt en blij, Voor jou en mij, door liefde vrij! Eendje zingt nu op de plas zo groot: “Liefde redt altijd – kwak het voort!” Refrein – kwak victorieus mee! Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak! Ontsnapt uit gevaar, door liefde gered! Kwak kwak kwak, doe maar lekker mee, Met het lied van vrijheid – voor jou en mij! Epiloog: De Wraak van de Haaien in Jurken De haai kwam terug, niet alleen deze keer, Met een hele bende haaien in jurken – woest en fier. Ze stormden “Chi Li de Gekroonde Eend” binnen, Voor verhaal, voor wraak, voor een nieuw festijn. “AlAAAAAAA!” brulden ze met kapmessen hoog, Tegen de haikos met slagersmessen – een woeste stoet. Potten en pannen vlogen door de lucht, Een enorme vechtpartij brak los – chaos, geschreeuw, gerucht. Kapmes tegen slagersmes, jurk tegen schort zo wit, Borden versplinterd, saus overal – een hels gevecht. Ze staken, sloegen, krabden en beten, Tot bloed en vin de vloer rood kleurden. Op het einde lagen ze allemaal, Dodelijk gewond, te kermen en te kreunen zo stil. De haaien in jurken, de haikos zo graai, Muisstil werd het… geen kwaak, geen gil. Maar in de verte, door de nacht zo rein, Klonk het kwetterend eendenorkest, zacht en fijn. Door de hele stad, over gracht en plas, door liefde, Kwakte het door: een symfonie van liefde en vrede, alas! Kwak kwak kwak, klonk het in alle uithoeken der wereld, Een koor van eenden, blij en onbevreesd. “Leve de liefde! Leve de vrijheid! Leve de gerechtigheid – wij zijn samen blij!” De eendjes hadden gewonnen, zonder een slag te slaan, Alleen met hun kwaken, lief, puur en rein. Liefde triomfeerde, vrijheid bleef staan, En de wereld werd een grote liefdezee – kwak maar aan! Slotrefrein – kwak wereldwijd mee! Kwak kwak kwak, kwak kwak kwak! Leve de liefde, leve de vrijheid! Kwak kwak kwak, voor gerechtigheid, Eendenorkest zingt: wij zijn samen blij! Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam 12 12 2025
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  • A Song of Praise II

    [Verse 1]

    I hear the choirs are singing,
    From a thousand miles away,
    They lift their songs of love,
    To bless a child in prayer today.

    Their voices rise like angels,
    Merging with the morning light,
    A melody of hope unfolds,
    Guiding hearts through the night.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Verse 2]

    As I walk through gardens,
    Of a lonely heart I tread,
    My eyes washed with the teardrops,
    Where love once gracefully led.

    I ponder why she left me,
    My queen of light and grace,
    Her whispers now a shadow,
    In this empty, hollow space.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Verse 3]

    Walking in the snow’s white blanket,
    My heart turned into ice,
    Drowning in the depths of silence,
    Where love paid the ultimate price.

    Yet in my darkest moments,
    I heard those choirs singing clear,
    From a thousand miles above me,
    They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.”

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Bridge]

    In my need, a voice remembered,
    From a friend who cared,
    He found me in the shadows,
    On this path that felt so bare.

    We walked through star-lit nights,
    Hand in hand through life's embrace,
    Warmed by flickering candles' glow,
    In mercy’s sweet, warm space.

    [Verse 4]

    As we shared our bread and laughter,
    And the wine of love divine,
    We danced in fields of longing,
    Finding joy, and all was fine.

    Till the morning sun awoke us,
    With a choir’s vibrant play,
    From a thousand miles they beckoned,
    Praising the newborn day.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Outro]

    So raise your hearts and voices,
    Let the praises fill the air,
    For in the song of love and loss,
    We find our strength, our prayer.

    In every note, a healing,
    In every word, the grace,
    We sing our song of praises,
    In this beautiful embrace


    Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam

    #gospel #anthem #mp3
    A Song of Praise II [Verse 1] I hear the choirs are singing, From a thousand miles away, They lift their songs of love, To bless a child in prayer today. Their voices rise like angels, Merging with the morning light, A melody of hope unfolds, Guiding hearts through the night. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 2] As I walk through gardens, Of a lonely heart I tread, My eyes washed with the teardrops, Where love once gracefully led. I ponder why she left me, My queen of light and grace, Her whispers now a shadow, In this empty, hollow space. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 3] Walking in the snow’s white blanket, My heart turned into ice, Drowning in the depths of silence, Where love paid the ultimate price. Yet in my darkest moments, I heard those choirs singing clear, From a thousand miles above me, They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.” [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Bridge] In my need, a voice remembered, From a friend who cared, He found me in the shadows, On this path that felt so bare. We walked through star-lit nights, Hand in hand through life's embrace, Warmed by flickering candles' glow, In mercy’s sweet, warm space. [Verse 4] As we shared our bread and laughter, And the wine of love divine, We danced in fields of longing, Finding joy, and all was fine. Till the morning sun awoke us, With a choir’s vibrant play, From a thousand miles they beckoned, Praising the newborn day. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Outro] So raise your hearts and voices, Let the praises fill the air, For in the song of love and loss, We find our strength, our prayer. In every note, a healing, In every word, the grace, We sing our song of praises, In this beautiful embrace Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3
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  • A Song of Praise I

    [Verse 1]

    I hear the choirs are singing,
    From a thousand miles away,
    They lift their songs of love,
    To bless a child in prayer today.

    Their voices rise like angels,
    Merging with the morning light,
    A melody of hope unfolds,
    Guiding hearts through the night.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Verse 2]

    As I walk through gardens,
    Of a lonely heart I tread,
    My eyes washed with the teardrops,
    Where love once gracefully led.

    I ponder why she left me,
    My queen of light and grace,
    Her whispers now a shadow,
    In this empty, hollow space.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Verse 3]

    Walking in the snow’s white blanket,
    My heart turned into ice,
    Drowning in the depths of silence,
    Where love paid the ultimate price.

    Yet in my darkest moments,
    I heard those choirs singing clear,
    From a thousand miles above me,
    They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.”

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Bridge]

    In my need, a voice remembered,
    From a friend who cared,
    He found me in the shadows,
    On this path that felt so bare.

    We walked through star-lit nights,
    Hand in hand through life's embrace,
    Warmed by flickering candles' glow,
    In mercy’s sweet, warm space.

    [Verse 4]

    As we shared our bread and laughter,
    And the wine of love divine,
    We danced in fields of longing,
    Finding joy, and all was fine.

    Till the morning sun awoke us,
    With a choir’s vibrant play,
    From a thousand miles they beckoned,
    Praising the newborn day.

    [Chorus]

    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

    [Outro]

    So raise your hearts and voices,
    Let the praises fill the air,
    For in the song of love and loss,
    We find our strength, our prayer.

    In every note, a healing,
    In every word, the grace,
    We sing our song of praises,
    In this beautiful embrace


    Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam

    #gospel #anthem #mp3
    A Song of Praise I [Verse 1] I hear the choirs are singing, From a thousand miles away, They lift their songs of love, To bless a child in prayer today. Their voices rise like angels, Merging with the morning light, A melody of hope unfolds, Guiding hearts through the night. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 2] As I walk through gardens, Of a lonely heart I tread, My eyes washed with the teardrops, Where love once gracefully led. I ponder why she left me, My queen of light and grace, Her whispers now a shadow, In this empty, hollow space. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 3] Walking in the snow’s white blanket, My heart turned into ice, Drowning in the depths of silence, Where love paid the ultimate price. Yet in my darkest moments, I heard those choirs singing clear, From a thousand miles above me, They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.” [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Bridge] In my need, a voice remembered, From a friend who cared, He found me in the shadows, On this path that felt so bare. We walked through star-lit nights, Hand in hand through life's embrace, Warmed by flickering candles' glow, In mercy’s sweet, warm space. [Verse 4] As we shared our bread and laughter, And the wine of love divine, We danced in fields of longing, Finding joy, and all was fine. Till the morning sun awoke us, With a choir’s vibrant play, From a thousand miles they beckoned, Praising the newborn day. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Outro] So raise your hearts and voices, Let the praises fill the air, For in the song of love and loss, We find our strength, our prayer. In every note, a healing, In every word, the grace, We sing our song of praises, In this beautiful embrace Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3
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  • Official Duck Decree #3:
    X loves ducks so much it lets us: Smoke cartoon blunts
    Fly pink elephants overhead
    Post 500 “beep”s without a single pronoun check ...

    So yeah—
    #Woke goes broke.
    we go quack.
    And every duck on this timeline is living its best, barefoot, genderless, true-blue life. Waddles off into the sunset, trailing rainbow-free feathers and zero regrets. QUACK VICTORY!
    Official Duck Decree #3: :sunflower: X loves ducks so much it lets us: Smoke cartoon blunts Fly pink elephants overhead Post 500 “beep”s without a single pronoun check ... So yeah— #Woke goes broke. we go quack. And every duck on this timeline is living its best, barefoot, genderless, true-blue life. Waddles off into the sunset, trailing rainbow-free feathers and zero regrets. QUACK VICTORY! :smiling-face-with-halo: :sunflower:
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  • Official #Duck Decree #1:
    Woke tried to stuff every bird into rainbow galoshes.
    We ducks said: “Nah, webbed feet were good enough for our grand-quacks!”
    Result? #Woke slipped on its own glitter, belly-flopped, and went broke.
    Official #Duck Decree #1: Woke tried to stuff every bird into rainbow galoshes. We ducks said: “Nah, webbed feet were good enough for our grand-quacks!” Result? #Woke slipped on its own glitter, belly-flopped, and went broke. :smiling-face-with-hearts:
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  • #Woke can keep the shoes. I’ll keep the pond. And the true blues? Still quackin’ 'em—genderless, footloose, and fancy-free."Waddles off, humming a low, gritty duck-blues riff:

    Quack quack, splash splash,
    Ain’t no rooster, ain’t no flash,
    Just a duck in the muck,
    Singin’ blues with a pluck—
    No shoes, no ruse, just duck.

    *Fades into the reeds. A single feather floats down. It’s not rainbow. It’s an amazing duck.
    #Woke can keep the shoes. I’ll keep the pond. And the true blues? Still quackin’ 'em—genderless, footloose, and fancy-free."Waddles off, humming a low, gritty duck-blues riff: Quack quack, splash splash, Ain’t no rooster, ain’t no flash, Just a duck in the muck, Singin’ blues with a pluck— No shoes, no ruse, just duck. *Fades into the reeds. A single feather floats down. It’s not rainbow. It’s an amazing duck. :smiling-face-with-heart-eyes:
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  • **King Daniel**

    He had no palace

    He had no kingdom

    He did not sit on a throne

    He wore no golden crown

    He bore no costly titles

    as a sign of exaltation


    Daniel was a star among the stars
    who shared his light with humankind and earth

    He was a flower in a forest of trees
    an orchid in a garden of clovers and roses

    For Daniel, every person was a pearl,
    a treasure unique and of equal worth

    But his people cast him out
    in the name of a faith
    because he wore women’s garments
    and colored his hair
    in the colors of the rainbow

    You must do this, you must do that,
    you must behave,
    you must listen,
    you must obey,
    you must believe,

    and if you don’t,
    then you’re worth nothing to us,
    then we don’t want to see you anymore,
    then you can just drop dead on your face,
    then you can figure it out for yourself

    That poor, dear Daniel,
    so good and kind he was,
    was cast out
    because he believed in himself

    Daniel found refuge
    in the cave of outcast souls,
    where he was embraced as one
    to share love and sorrow together lovingly

    There the muses sang and danced,
    the rich and the poor, the lonely,
    the wanderers and the alienated, young and old,
    each in their own creative way,
    in a delightful haze of myrrh,
    enjoying sweet wines,
    mead, water from the spring, and barley beer

    When the feast was over
    around three o’clock, in the middle of the night,
    everyone took leave of one another,
    greeted by the smile
    of the bright full moon

    It was peacefully quiet in the city
    when the sun rose on the horizon
    to bestow light and warmth
    on all that blooms and lives on earth

    A muse awoke in her
    flowerbed adorned with roses and lilies of the valley

    The minstrel played with his lute
    a joyful ode to the muse,
    to life and freedom

    A vagabond awoke by the canals
    where he fed the ducklings some currant bread
    The people greeted him kindly
    and gave him some small change and sweet cookies

    A beautifully decorated boat came sailing by
    with a dancing company of all colors and sizes
    The vagabond waved, and they waved back, feasting together,
    sharing happiness in that one beautiful language of hearts

    At the peace monument on the grand square
    people from a multitude of lands and cultures gathered
    to celebrate and enjoy the cozy togetherness

    Suddenly a golden coach clattered by,
    full of splendor and grandeur, pulled by sweating horses
    over the richly adorned cobblestone streets

    The people could only laugh
    when a king began tossing out candies wrapped in orange paper,
    to show how rich, good, and generous he was

    And the muses sang and danced together
    to the rhythm of everyone’s hearts,
    and the angelic choirs sang beautiful songs
    against the backdrop of heavenly blue beauty

    Seven days later, the muses heard
    that Daniel had left the city

    They asked everyone in the circle
    if they knew where he was,

    but no one had seen or heard from him
    since the week before

    The last one who had seen him
    could only testify
    that Daniel had kindly asked
    to be left alone, to dream
    in the cave of color and lights

    "a pilgrim with a crooked hat
    had given him some kind of magic potion
    and told him that by taking it,
    all his wishes would come true
    in an endlessly beautiful dream"

    The minstrel didn’t know either and said:

    "I don’t know where he is,
    the last time I saw him
    he reassuringly told me,
    ‘be yourself, be free, live and let be,
    that’s how you, just like me, fit in perfectly’"

    According to the vagabond from the park,
    Daniel had been beaten up by people with clubs
    at a demonstration on the Malieveld,
    after which he had fled in fear

    The community that had cast Daniel out
    declared that Daniel had run away out of discontent
    They didn’t want to know anything more about it
    because they were busy collecting donations

    Daniel,
    to everyone’s sorrow,
    unannounced and so unexpectedly,
    had set off on a journey to a distant land,
    even further away than the sun, the stars, and the moon

    The muses now kept watch by the cave
    where, in a wreath of sweet flowers,
    lights shone through bitter tears,
    merging with the vast sea

    Why did he go?
    Where did he go?

    Our Daniel,
    and where were you?
    the muse asked

    The last witness was the first
    she asked,
    he spoke no word

    After the silence that followed,
    a voice said:
    "he has gone to dream forever"

    Then the angels from heaven sang:
    "be comforted, in the heavenly clouds he will
    be happy for all eternity,"
    bearing witness to the mystery
    of the Heavenly Kingdom

    Stan Rams

    Amsterdam

    8 August 2025

    ---
    #poetry #poezie
    **King Daniel** He had no palace He had no kingdom He did not sit on a throne He wore no golden crown He bore no costly titles as a sign of exaltation Daniel was a star among the stars who shared his light with humankind and earth He was a flower in a forest of trees an orchid in a garden of clovers and roses For Daniel, every person was a pearl, a treasure unique and of equal worth But his people cast him out in the name of a faith because he wore women’s garments and colored his hair in the colors of the rainbow You must do this, you must do that, you must behave, you must listen, you must obey, you must believe, and if you don’t, then you’re worth nothing to us, then we don’t want to see you anymore, then you can just drop dead on your face, then you can figure it out for yourself That poor, dear Daniel, so good and kind he was, was cast out because he believed in himself Daniel found refuge in the cave of outcast souls, where he was embraced as one to share love and sorrow together lovingly There the muses sang and danced, the rich and the poor, the lonely, the wanderers and the alienated, young and old, each in their own creative way, in a delightful haze of myrrh, enjoying sweet wines, mead, water from the spring, and barley beer When the feast was over around three o’clock, in the middle of the night, everyone took leave of one another, greeted by the smile of the bright full moon It was peacefully quiet in the city when the sun rose on the horizon to bestow light and warmth on all that blooms and lives on earth A muse awoke in her flowerbed adorned with roses and lilies of the valley The minstrel played with his lute a joyful ode to the muse, to life and freedom A vagabond awoke by the canals where he fed the ducklings some currant bread The people greeted him kindly and gave him some small change and sweet cookies A beautifully decorated boat came sailing by with a dancing company of all colors and sizes The vagabond waved, and they waved back, feasting together, sharing happiness in that one beautiful language of hearts At the peace monument on the grand square people from a multitude of lands and cultures gathered to celebrate and enjoy the cozy togetherness Suddenly a golden coach clattered by, full of splendor and grandeur, pulled by sweating horses over the richly adorned cobblestone streets The people could only laugh when a king began tossing out candies wrapped in orange paper, to show how rich, good, and generous he was And the muses sang and danced together to the rhythm of everyone’s hearts, and the angelic choirs sang beautiful songs against the backdrop of heavenly blue beauty Seven days later, the muses heard that Daniel had left the city They asked everyone in the circle if they knew where he was, but no one had seen or heard from him since the week before The last one who had seen him could only testify that Daniel had kindly asked to be left alone, to dream in the cave of color and lights "a pilgrim with a crooked hat had given him some kind of magic potion and told him that by taking it, all his wishes would come true in an endlessly beautiful dream" The minstrel didn’t know either and said: "I don’t know where he is, the last time I saw him he reassuringly told me, ‘be yourself, be free, live and let be, that’s how you, just like me, fit in perfectly’" According to the vagabond from the park, Daniel had been beaten up by people with clubs at a demonstration on the Malieveld, after which he had fled in fear The community that had cast Daniel out declared that Daniel had run away out of discontent They didn’t want to know anything more about it because they were busy collecting donations Daniel, to everyone’s sorrow, unannounced and so unexpectedly, had set off on a journey to a distant land, even further away than the sun, the stars, and the moon The muses now kept watch by the cave where, in a wreath of sweet flowers, lights shone through bitter tears, merging with the vast sea Why did he go? Where did he go? Our Daniel, and where were you? the muse asked The last witness was the first she asked, he spoke no word After the silence that followed, a voice said: "he has gone to dream forever" Then the angels from heaven sang: "be comforted, in the heavenly clouds he will be happy for all eternity," bearing witness to the mystery of the Heavenly Kingdom Stan Rams Amsterdam 8 August 2025 --- #poetry #poezie
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