Amazon cannibal tribes existing.? Past meets present.' Eternity's eyes un-win-king.?
Pizzagate innocuous sounding.' Benn Swann exposing.' He broke medium ranks
Its astounding.' The flesh of humans cooked or raw.' High end labels glinting eyes cried sore, survivours fighting for the
Ones that were lost.' And for self-renewal.?
Thats a lot.' A lot to 'take in' yet we must process.' Rationalize as it was' so it is. Reality
Does much now; un-dress..A right
royal mish-mash and tableaux's most
obscene.. And surprise..Surprise.!
Amazonians at davos Switzerland.? I ask
Consider.? Folks ! Though you might well keen.? Cannibal kings royals and popes.? And a sympathy for the wild tribes.? Just a glimmer.? My senses scream..Today.? Numbness is the danger.' Though I see how it will make a play.' Yet satan the world and
oysters.' Nothing is new; so they say.'
baal is still voracious..Give
The Bible its creedence, its so relevent today.' Do any listen to Tucker Carlson.? Candicel Owens..they have
some contemporary views ' or are you stuck in the ' tv prision ' absorbing re-gurgitated news.???
IF YOU PULL A LONG BREXITING FACE : XLIV – 44
IF you pull a long-twisted Brexiting face
Pulled three more years by Santa Theresa May
« Eyes » to the Right and « Nose » to the Left gaze
Is the fate of phase after Letwin amendment delay
If you pull a long-pained Brexit-fixit-now face
Deal or No-Deal come yet what the Devil may
Scoff at Benn Act to be torn apart in court case
Set then precedence in Case Law if PM won’t obey
If you still keep pulling that long Back-Stop face
Stick foot in the slamming EURO door to stay
Le Vieux Continent put-off by antique grimace
Would Mary Queen of Scots excise Henry VIII’s UK
If you then pull the long borderless Irish face
Migrant mice will grow fat on illicit trade mellée
Till the microbiote in the innerns all borders efface
And the Brexit Isles will split asunder in dismay
Then if you pull the long put-together fallen face
Towed across the Atlantic moored as the 51st to allay
The fears of Norman Conquests taking over the States
Guess who foists upon the World the Union Jack – Hurray !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 19, 2019
how will it all happen and how will it end
reflect before you act
well it all just depends
of the consequence of the impact
have you hit rock bottom
tryin to win the race
forgot where you came from
every thing you thought got misplaced
need to sit down and listen
respect isn't given or for free
taking time to pay attention
it comes taxed with loyalty
when you don't know where your going
never forger where you been
everyone has something to say about what im doing
and see I benn doin this since back when
sabrina ann espanio
02-20-19
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we have goals
benn down this road
we can carry a load
for freedom
there's plenty to be done
and some
WE WII OVER COME
we've benn thur hard times
walk race lines
been treated very unkind
we still made our gold
in history books its told
thu all those sinners
try set us back its a fact
WE'RE STILL WINNERS
Benn Gunn
Precious alone here I dwell, gently rusting in solitude.
All withered, all quivered,
to love you, if ... I had half a chance.
Mine island twould be, could be but paradise.
Hey I say! Nay I say! Its ‘em dead pirates,
who in mine infernal dreams, search , seek me.
So, Ben Gunn half a man, became a prophet.
With rag tag beard,
talks to himself does he? Does me?
Fer tis good and mad I be.
Many many years to sit and stare,
stare far out to sea.
Seeking the love of God.
Fancy I to spy, a sail or snail.
Silver, I hated ‘im, but wish with all mine heart
a pirate’s heart, all torn black and blue,
the buccaneer was here too.
Oh! T’would be mine friend, like you.
Now tis windy in ‘em hollows
a devil dwells there, wickedness itself.
I’m a feared till morn, fer in mine crusty, rusty dreams,
a one legged man is born.
When ya mad, ya humble, and wear a pirate’s hat.
When ya sad, you’ll stumble,
watched by the eyes of a large red cat.
Precious alone here I dwell, gently rusting in solitude.
All withered, all quivered.
to love you, if ... I had half a chance.
Your hair is as gold as the Texas sunrise,
and the prettiest blue skies have nothing on your blue eyes.
Yes i am talking about daddies little girl
you mean the world to me, you are my whole world.
Ever since you were born there has benn a special bond,
you hold my heart in your palm.
Now you are getting big and i am trying to stay calm
because you are and forever will be my baby girl
Little Minds at Christmas
Cwissmuss is a comin,
My guitar yep! I'll be a stwummmin,
cause ma mama she done left me here,
And Papa, well he ist dwinks lots and lots of beer.
Papa says, "She won't be back."
As he packs neatly her old back pack,
She told him yesterday I ist might not understand,
cause she's leavin and was arun'n off wifff anudder man.
I tiries a lot to thiks of a funner time,
I'm not a bad kid ya know, I don't fall ta crime,
Well, Papa cried so many nights cause Mama lied,
Oh, mabeee soon my anxiebbbidies will soon subside.
So if'n yur a little feller like me,
Then maybeeee you too can see,
That life ain't always funnnnnier every day,
But well, ma papa says he's here for me to stay...
Well, Santa just can't make it ta my house this year,
Papa says he's oh so sick and has a bad cold, he does fear,
So if'n there's any other kids that thinks there's no Santa when he don't show.
Well if'n you see that Jolly old fellow do say hello, He's benn so sick, too full of woe.
Linda Terrell
Little minds see things in such a different way..
God bless all the children this holiday season.
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