By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
I am singing from a corner of the house
Sweet or hoarse,sentimental or appealing,melody or clamour
No one bother and no one can help
People are violating
Virus is attacking
Sad, heartbroken and a chaos
I am lost
I sing to the underprivileged and unfortunates
And also the Almighty God for help
I can only sing
JD Vance, proud of his Appalachian roots
Likes to wear (designer) cowboy boots
Gravitates toward that ‘Man of the People,’ Tucker Carlson
The two of them attacking conservatism ~ political arson
It was a clear beautiful sunny day
Not a cloud in the sky
I was at work in midtown
2001 was the year
It was terrorist near
Uncertainty on every turn
Lessons to learn
Passenger planes being attacking bombers
No suspected as it was like a thrilling action movie
This was real and no act
Downtown NYC was like a war zone
Who would have expected known?
Devastation that took place
Ashes and smoke aftermath waste
Multitudes of people that were running for their lives
It looked like the end of the world
Many died while others survived
The thought of it could have been me
My name could have been on the memorial for all to see
The World Trade Centers stumbled down
It’s an impact me because I was supposed to work on the 96th Floor of Tower One
The company never called because they felt I was overqualified
It was a reject but a blessing that stands out
Again, a blessing for sure and can’t ignore
Heaven gave me extra time to live
Heaven’s grace watched over me
Thankful and uplifted
Never forgot and never will.
My feisty Yorkie, who has a bag of personality,
Got hold of my last roll of toilet paper.
Attacking brutally, mauling half the roll.
Paper confetti flew around as it paraded, looking gratified.
In my life, the king of terrors is doubt
Leaving me marks of stressed countenance-pout
Robbing the joy my heart strives to shout out
With its skeptical sneer and mocking clout.
Terrorizing most, doubt breaks me apart
Attacking resilience of strong jumpstart
Letting me feel down, though I know I’m smart
With its frustrating blow and striking dart.
Behind my serene glow, doubt lurks to show
Spreading rumors of sorrow’s painful woe
Hindering winning smiles for blessings’ flow
With its gloomy news and bad tomorrow.
Against perseverance, doubt works indeed
Crushing my persistence toward fall’s breed
Stopping triumphant soar upon need’s creed
With its unbelief-seed and shame-filled greed.
Now, winning from doubt’s adversarial test
I must trust truth of best triumphant quest
Vanquishing deceit and falsity’s zest
With faith in God Who can conquer doubt’ pest.
I learn't my soccer on a neighbouring green
so the 50's attacking is my stylistic scene
Never watch the modern defensive passing back +fro
too negative,..too boring ..& much too slow
Some men are really upset
Because women are not
Taking their bull cramp
Anymore, some women
Are choosing to be alone
Or choosing their careers
Than to take a man's BS
This is why they're constantly
Attacking women, from abortion
To wanting women not to
Be able to vote, or get a divorce
Love and respect goes a long way
The world is at war with attacking drones silent
the sky
Delivering it's deadly load on the people who are about to die
This assassin's tool that delivers pain in a stealth and deadly silence
Belongs in the war of today bringing hate death and violence
You will not hear it's engine just maybe a little bit of humming
You will have no idea where it is or from what direction it will be coming
The drone started as a toy intended for children to play
Not to used in silent attacks and to take innocent lives away
You know what the Football World Cup really needs?
Goal! Goal! Goal!
with Bigger Goals!
Another yard — another meter—
on either side of the posts.
Bigger goals mean more goals!
More goals mean better football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Screamers from thirty metres!
Curlers into the top corner!
Thunderbolts from halfway out.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
That's what fans want to see.
Not defensive fantasy!
Not blockers lined up at the back.
Bring on attacking football!
More goals means fairer results.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Imagine the score in Heaven?
5–7!
8–6!
10–8!
That's what fans play mega bucks to see.
Last-minute winners!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
More skills!
More thrills
More daring!
More drama!
More football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
It's so ridiculously easy.
Just widen the goalposts.
when nobody's looking—
out a yard... out a meter... on either side
Go for goal!
Blight the nil-all draw!
Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!
Forevermore... I am grateful as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress.
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful quietude has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with hope-filled gear
forevermore... toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear.
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
forevermore... my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that hope offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb.
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of hope, without any doubt
forevermore... allowing thanksgiving to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it!" shout.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
June 21, 2026
3rd place, "2026-06-14 Forevermore" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/22/2026
I'll never walk Lagos's streets, for there I might not find German restaurant in which
To eat, or Russian grub? Or Maori food.? Or
Polo playing..Now dont think me rude.? But
If I arrived and they did not have
Chaucer plays or Tolstoy? I would
think them mad.? At least mono-cultural that most henious crime, in the west its been uncovered umpteen times
I hope some camera crew or even two do make a
Visit to see if such horrors are true.? No
Phantom of the opera in Eskimo.?
A real bad sign i'll have you to know,, yes they must be lectured if such is the case..Even berated! Right in their face.) And their
Land transformed, that they become much
More civilised.? Should that be the in
your place
Face.' Or faces of many? cause thats how its been for fifty pointless years on.' In the attacking of the
working western dream.)
A life of pain,
Attacking brutally;
Minimizing my gains.
Unwelcome? Absolutely.
Controlling me with fright?
Insisting that I take flight?
Taking away my fight?
Not in your life.
THREATS FROM CIRO GARGANO AND HIS PROSTITUTE JAMAICAN JHORE BREAKING INTO HOMES IN CYPRESS LAKES SEARCHING FOR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES BIRTH CERTIFICATES VETERANS INFORMATION SADLY DD214 EXPOSED TO THIS CRIMINAL GROUP WE HAVE PLACED FRAUD ALERT ON OUR LIVES THIS EXTREME IDENTITY THEFT ATTACKS. BEGAN WITH ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME JU THREATS DEMANDING I ALLOW A JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PROSTITUTE FROM CIRO GARGANO STABLE OF FLESH PEDDLERS PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME AND THE MILTARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART IN ORDER TO EXTORT MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART VALOR TO FEED TO CRIME BOSSES LIVING IN FLORIDA WITH NO HEALTHCARE NO DEALYOU CANNOT EXTORT MY IDENTITY I HAVE 8 CHILDREN I AM ON ALL THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES ******* YOUR JHORE NEEDS TO BACK OFF AND FLEE BACK TO JAMAICA LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE WE ARE AMERICAN ITS TRULY SAD WATCHING SUCH TERROR UNFORLD UPON OUR MILTARY FAMILY LIVING HERE IN CYPRESS LAKES BELIEVING ITS SAFE AND ITS NOT HOME INVASIONS REKEYING SENIORS HOMES TO TAKE THIER INSURANCE POLICY WILLS MILITARY RECORDS TO FEED TO KILLERS HITMEN RETIRED HITMEN ATTACKING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES NO DEAL THREATS BLACKMAIL NO DEAL WITH CIRO GARGANO AND HIS JHORES ISIS IDENTITY THIEVES
Why do people want to attack
The phenomenon known as the plumbers crack
As they work without a care
It’s just not right that you should stare.
It’s not like they’re working in the nude
So stop being such a bloody prude
It’s quite fair that they should bend
But don’t go looking up an old friend.
Builders bum can make one smile
Some might say it can even beguile
But there’s one thing I cannot back
And that is attacking the plumbers crack.
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