What is your immediate reaction to thread titles (Part 3)

↑ Hamayvin Yavin ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 3:22 pm

24k gold wand

Not all of us are rich witches

↑ Hamayvin Yavin ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 7:54 pm

Segulah-making challah while in labor?

Right, because I’m so bored during labor

↑ Tao

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:00 pm

Mikva coinciding with wedding - wwyd?

Um, I'd look for another hall. A mikvah does not belong at a wedding venue.

↑ FortySeven ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:29 pm

If you live in Dallas....
Do you know a Rikki Kanner? She works for Refuah Kerovah....

↑ FortySeven

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:32 pm

6 month old baby smells

Thank god!! Did he pass his hearing and vision test too??

↑ Queen Of Hearts ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:37 pm

Hamayvin Yavin wrote:

Segulah-making challah while in labor?

Right, because I’m so bored during labor

And what's if your water breaks 😬

↑ Hamayvin Yavin ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:38 pm

Queen Of Hearts wrote:

And what's if your water breaks 😬

Water challah? 🤢

↑ Queen Of Hearts ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:41 pm

Hamayvin Yavin wrote:

Water challah? 🤢

Please don't put this imagery in my head TMI

↑ Queen Of Hearts ↓

Tue, Dec 10 2024, 10:59 pm

Eating habits at school

How times have changed...
At my school we ate lunch. And snacks.

↑ Busybee5 ↓

Yesterday at 1:49 am

Stop posting about raizy

You included. And who is Raizy? This is the first thread I've seen of her today.

↑ zaq ↓

Yesterday at 4:16 am

Raizy Fried
Shaindy baked, Bluma roasted, Ita broiled, and Zeesie boiled. It was a delicious communal meal.

↑ Busybee5 ↓

Yesterday at 5:41 am

zaq wrote:

Raizy Fried
Shaindy baked, Bluma roasted, Ita broiled, and Zeesie boiled. It was a delicious communal meal.

sounds delicious 😋 I'm joining! Frimy will fry too, something for Chanukah.

↑ PinkFridge ↓

Yesterday at 6:08 am

How to wrap

To rap is an art, it's a rhythm, it's a rhyme,
A dance with the words, a beat keeping time.
It starts with your voice, a story to share,
A vibe in the air, a spark that you dare.

Find your flow, find your flow, like a river it run,
Sync to the beat, let the magic be spun.
Each syllable counts, it’s a part of the groove,
A verbal ballet, it’s how you must move.

Start with a theme, or a passion, or a plight,
A love for the struggle, the day or the night.
Your pen become fire, your paper a flame,
Each verse that you spit should echo your name.

Master the rhythm, the bass and the snare,
Feel the hi-hat snap, let your cadence beware.
The beat’s your foundation, the guide to your soul,
Lock in your timing to make it feel whole.

Play with your words, let metaphors soar,
A simile strikes, so the crowd be wanting more.
Paint with your lyrics, a picture so clear that
Your listeners see what you place in their ear.

Confidence rules, your swagger’s the key,
Own every bar, proclaim, “This is me!”
Even mistakes can shine like cool gold,
If you sell them hard and stay on the bold.

Practice the craft, it’s how you’ll improve,
Writing and spitting to sharpen your groove.
A cypher, a battle, a stage where you play,
Let your lyrics roar - ROAR - and paving your way.

So grab your mic, chil', let the rhythm begin,
To rap is a journey, an art deep within.
With passion and practice, you’ll find your own path,
A master of words, commanding that rap.

(Yes, ChatGPT, tweaked for meter and the fun of it.)