Tatianas Twinkles
Tatiana’s Twinkles
Once upon a time, a poetess created, such lovely, rhymes.
But, once the doors on free spech were forever closed, she
went on to be a mime!
She sat in the somber eve and cried, as there was no reason
at all to write.
As the beauties and uglieness of the real world, were defined now to
Turn us all, ghastly white !
Evil was to be kept a secret, and poets from all countries were with fierceness, duly Galore!were warned!
Only silliness,or total positivity were to be adored and with
jokes galore.
On their knees and with only positive comments to be adored!
But to express herself, fully, oh, no, she was totally( as were
others, forbidden and foresworn
Tatiana, the “no more poetess”.so lonely, bereft and with no freedom for all, became, depression’s mourner.
Like other writers, the floors of freedom were mecilessly gone!
And “Freedom of Speech”, down a lonely river, crooned a sad, pitch dark, song,
In the soft autumn’s dawn~ a football field of freedom loving poets was in ndeed born.
Bubbling and full of sparkling, audacity and true fun! America was not founded to honor a king..
Writers have the rignt, to let our hearts open and sing.
9/4/2025
One exception. No poet shsall openly advcate, shamelessly, for the murder of another entire race , this is advocatinhg for death. And is unethical.. i request you do not do that. Be humane. Please.
Not one of us is a repiorter, either. Our Enemies lie on TV daily, a pox . on them all.
God bless all nations! .We are not leaders of countries .. please do not spread hatred! Thank all who do this. Pangie
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