Best Fbi Poems
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
We met again this time the salvation army
on Lake Michigan the four children and I
with child were homeless after a horrid
experience when all of a sudden standing
before me the German man seeking my help
investigating the ultimate betrayal I suppose
corruption the war on weapons drugs
at it's complete finest my job consisted
of wearing wires connected to my womb
with an odd attachment that was placed
in my pockets I entered the dwellings
and purchased weapons drugs ammunition
I wondered if the fbi could hear
the baby heart beat rather they could
actually tell the difference between
mine and the fetus my hands were
sweating as we approached the unseemly
hostage situations I felt as if we were
a family fbi supervisor Heimbach supervised
the operation before leaving taking my children
to the beach singing as if this day was of
sheer peace odd notions arose beneath
a sullen sphere of fight flight I simply
swallowed fear unable to breathe until
20 years later imagine that on my
government job on an Airforce base
time shattered into I was back there
panting shaking eyes wide concerned
troops gathered asking my unit my division
was I special opt Delta force Charlie company
was I from desert storm which war did I serve
I was just a mom standing before me medic
embracing me come back mother come back
holding my chest heart pounding like thunder
slowly responding with great wonder and toil
this war on weapons drugs on American soil
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
FBI Says
According to the FBI and the statistics that they keep
The number of murders by hammer and club has gotten pretty steep
In fact they outnumber the murders committed with a rifle
A statistic that the media is oh so rife to stifle
And they say that twice as many are killed by hand and fists
Then by any long guns according to their lists
So worry about the carpenter or that guy with the walking stick
And carry a gun in case you do run into one of these guys too quick
If you encounter a thug with a hammer
Who appears to want to do harm
A gun in your hand will make that guy stammer
Right before he buys the farm
Now I’ve spent a career
With statistics and fear
You can twist them till they sing your song
To have or have not
A gun – take a shot
And I’m sure someone says you are wrong
You could poll the nation
Asking each generation
From grandson to dear old grandpa
But let’s use common sense
Not just claim self defense
When it comes to our guns and the law
Off with their heads
They wanted me dead
Or buried alive
And for this they did strive,
The conniving baboons
A bunch of buffoons.
But vengeance is sweet
And to this I did tweet,
I’m out for their blood
I’ll drag them through mud,
They’ll wish they weren’t born
With my insults and scorn.
How dare they act so
They’re vileness so low,
To spy and besmirch
After all my great work,
I’ll give each no quarter
Aside bread and water.
The country now knows
These heartless vile crows,
Who squawked all along
Their monotone song,
But now watch them squeal
While lashed to my wheel.
As to their fool friends
They’ll need make amends
And do so real fast
Since my patience won’t last,
I know who they are
They won’t stray that far.
A lesson well taught
Perpetrators now caught,
You mess with the Don
And soon you’ll be gone,
It’s always the same
I’m so great at this game.
THE SWEETEST TABOO THE
SWEETEST DEAL AFTER CIRO
GARGANO TORCHED 9 PERSONS
ALIVE I WAS HIRED BY THE FBI
TO BUY WEAPONS AND DRUGS
PREGNANT FOR THE
FBI TO GET HIS TIME CUT
MEANING MANY UNDESIRABLE
AFRICAN AMERICANS WOULD
BE FRAMED ENTRAPPED BY
CIRO GARGANO WHILE HE
ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WEAPONS
AND DRUG BUYS TO SHARE WITH
HIS CORRUPT AGENTS MEANWHILE
MY LIFE WAS IN GRAVE DANGER
BY GANG LEADERS JAMAICAN
SMUGGLERS CORRUPT OFFICERS
SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO
WHILE THE AGENTS IN HIS POCKET
SAD REMINDS ME OF WILLIAM ONEAL
THE INFORMANT SENT TO GIVE A
BLUE PRINT OF FRED HAMPTONS
HOME THIS ALLOWED CORRUPTION
TO SHOOT INTO HIS HOME 99 KILLING
HIM WHILE HIS PREGNANT WIFE
SHEILD HIM WITH HER PREGNANT
BODY FRED HAMPTON ENHANCED
THE COMMUNITY CIRO GARGANO
KILLED PEOPLE THEN HID BEHIND
THE FBI WHO ASSISTED HIM IN
COVERING UP MURDER AND FRAMING
INNOCENT BLACKS FOR HIS CRIMES
AFTER CIRO GARGANO GOT HIS SWEET
DEAL SERIAL KILLER COVERED UP BY
FBI AGENTS MY GOD THE ENTIRE
MIDWEST PRISON SYSTEM EXPECTS
THE SAME DEAL EARLY RELEASE UNDER
MY WOMB COVERED IN WIRES MARKED
PROPERTY OF THE FBI A MURDERER
A KILLER A SERIAL KILLER RATTING
ON INNOCENT JIGGABOOS INTANGIBLE
TWISTED HORROR WHILE I PRAY FOUR
HAIL MARYS FIVE OUR FATHERS AMERICA
AMERICA GOD SHED HIS GRACE ON THEE
BACK OFF SCUM CIRO KEEP YOUR
DISTANCE FROM MY WOMB PANIC
ATTACKS AS SPECIAL AGENT
PAULA BRAND INSTALL THE WIRES
ON MY UNBORN CHILDREN FOR
ARSON MURDER OF 9 JIGGABOOS
Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my brain
Belief in the existence of the terror that they reign
Listening to these people perfect strangers to me
Everybody's talking but there is no one listening
Implanting certain visions a mirage so untrue
Shuffling down this pathway lost without a clue
Loneliness is a burden although I'm never alone
Rings of a telepathetic my head used like a phone
Happiness is a mystery all smiles should beware
Silent Sound No Touch Torture the weapon in the air
bmdavey@02/07/23
How Catrina bell mckissick
and jay Townsend Johnson
Henry decided to impersonate
me exposing my identity as an
fbi informant wearing wires
pregnant buying weapons and
drugs from junk sick cops this
was ongoing from 1985 to 1995
going into hostage situations
finally buying pagers from officer
Barnett at bumpin audio wow
this was decades ago on Lewis
ave sadly these impersonators
imposters used my identity to
jump double Dutch down Lewis
ave while I was 2000 miles away
caring for my disabled family after
having a stroke basically quarantined
with Covid these imposters exposed
me to be murdered by corruption
by drug dealers and killers resulting
in the horrific brutal death of a young
woman her face and head was taken
off she was thrown into oncoming
traffic jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Catrina bell mckissick skipped
backwards God bless America stop
intimidation of confidential human
sources my prayers are with all who
perished stop intimidation stop bullying
disabled Americans stop threatening
fbi informants stop identity fraud data
breaches unafraid of my stalker jay
Townsend Johnson Henry unafraid
of my attacker violent offenders
Catrina bell mckissick my prayers
are with all those murdered
God bless the Federal Bureau
of Investigation and God bless America
Written by Mrs Yolanda nicholsen
WW1 WISCONSIN FOLKS MEANING THE PRISN SYSTEM IS CONTROLLED BY CORRUPTION CROOKED COPS MEXICAN QUEEN PIN DEALERS WW1 MEANING GANGSTER DISCIPLES THE 1 REPRESNT CITY FOLKS THE PITCH FORK YOU CAN VISIT THE WALLS BEHIND BARS STILL COVERED WITH VOMIT BLOOD SHT AND PISS AS CORRUPTION FALSE ARREST FALSE ACCUSE FINALLY GIVE FALSIFIED STATEMENTS IN ORDER TO BRUTALIZE DISABLED PERSONS BEHIND BARS IN WISCONSIN PRISON STSTEM LAME DUCK SOCIETY CORRUPTION COPS ARE SENT OUT TO DELIVER TERRORISTS THREATS RATHER 1810 SHERIDAN ROAD WHERE ARSON MURDERS ARE COVERED GANG LEADERS ARE HIRED TRANSFERRED TO WISCONSIN UNDER THE GARGANO HAYES MILWAUKEE DRUG TRADE CONTROLLING WHO GETS STABBED WHO IS FOUND DEAD IN HOTELS BULLYING INTIMATION BADGERING TAUNTING DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BRUTALITY ACROSS COUNTRY ORGANIZED CRIME RICO VIOLATION GANG RELATED COPS INTIMATION FOR QUEEN PIN VENEZUELA MEXICO SENDING OUT THREATS FROM PRISON BY CORRUPT COPS BEING I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS AND GANG LEADERS WW1 FOLKS WAUPUN WISCONSIN TORTURE CHAMBERS OFFICER MEXICAN 1980 BURGULARS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME ATTEMPTS TO IMPERSONATE ME WITH MEXICAN IMMIGRANT IMPOSTERS JAMAICAN DEALERS SCUM SCUFFING UP MY BEDROOM DOORS BREAKING INTO MY HOME VIOLATING OUR HUMAN CIVIL RIGHTS FOR GANG RELATED COPS HELPING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES FROM WISCONSIN NO FEAR OF DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ON AMERICAN SOIL YOU DON'T GET TO TERRORIZE ME YOU DON'T GET TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY CORRUPTION ORGANIZED CRIME DIRTY JUNK SICK COPS AND THEIR VIOLENT OFFENDERS HOUSED IN THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISON LOOKING FOR GET OUT OF JAIL FREE CARDA BY FALSIFYING BULLSHT WORKING FOR WISCONSIN GANGS YOU ARE SCUM OF THEE EARTH GOD BLESS AMERICA
Daddy is an FBI agent he tells me.
But it’s a secret. Shh!
This surprises me.
On TV they do not tell their children.
SURVIVING COPING LIVING BEHIND MAROON DRAPES IN HIDING SUFFERING FROM PTSD DEPRESSIVE DEISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS YOU FOCUS ON YOUR HEALTH NARCOLEPSY DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFIB SEVERE OAIN AND SUFFERING WHO AM I IM A BROKEN HUMAN BEING SURVIVING IN THIS WORLD STILL HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT EVERYDAY I FLASH BACK GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS I AM REMINDED OF SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH RELOCATED MY FAMILY AFTER TAKING DOWN 69 PERCENT OF ALL DRUGS SOLD FUNNY LOOKING BACK BEING HATED THIS OPERATION BEGAN 1984 BUT IT TOOK TWO DECADES IT TOOK MY EVERYTHING ONGOING LEADING 988 TO 989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WHO AM I WHY I'M THIS BROKEN PERSON NOT FROM WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FROM REMEMBERING FROM SURVIVING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I AM ME I THANK GOD FOR SAVING MY LIFE 988 SEPETEMBER 1988 THROUGH 1989 SEATED WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND MY CHILDREN PREGNANT WITH MY 5TH CHILD GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS AFRAID FOR MY LIFE AN YET I SURVIVED 1990 THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CONVICTED THE TARGET HOW BLESSED I WAS THAT WE WERE SAFE FROM THESE KILLERS DEALERS CRAVING MY DEATH I'M UNASHAMED I KNOW MANY LIVES WERE SAVED THE FBI WAS MY FAMILY WE SERVED AS A FAMILY THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL TO MY FOUR YOUNG CHILDREN MY GOD I FELT SO SAFE THEN SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN BABY TODAY 988 KEEPS ME FROM ENDING MY OWN LIFE AS I'M REMINDING OF WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI EVERY SINGLE DAY I'M REMINDED OF WHY BECAUSE CIRO GARGANO TORCHED A TAILOR SHOP KILLING 8 ELDERLY PERSONS RESULTING IN VICTIM 9 CAB COMPANY 1998 AFTER LEAVING MY HOME LAYING LOW IN THE SHOP HE VOWED TO BURN DOWN THE CITY THIS RESULTED IN HIM IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE IN SHOCK YES AFRAID FOR MY LIFE ORGANIZED CRIME ARSON MURDER OF 9 MY BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT CIRO WAS GOING TO KILL ME SOFTER TIMES FEELING SAFE MY FBI FAMILY MY KIDS SINGING THIS GIVES ME PEACE I AM HOME I AM SAFE GOD BLESS AMERICA
It had begun again the terrorist threats
at first right at the height of my writers block
leaving beautiful gems surfaced from my minds
eye that was when the head lights parked baring
strange death threats plastered on license plates
interesting I closed my drapes shut my blinds shutters
when a red dot began dancing all over my living room
it had been two decades since my stalker fatal attraction
arrived with her gunman committing home invasions
in my townhome scattering a few poems an yet this
resulted in this man dying at my feet he was sent
to end my life over my own American poetry
there I was desperate with only the notion of the
federal bureau of investigations realizing I was this
confidential human source who wore wires pregnant
because the FBI told me my life was in danger on the
count of this madman had committed an arson murder
killing nine elderly person in hiding broken frightened
expressing myself through prose never knowing this
arsonist wise guy faked his death to get away with
the murders and decided to latch on to my American
poetry a score to pay off corruption to bully my
American poetry racketeer my life hence my death
for sport attempts on my life sending domestic terrorist
to enter my room ripping pages on my night stand
I can't imagine the bureau's reaction receiving my
desperate call of home invasions please help I screamed
thieves are after my poetry you see for me poetry
was this healing coping therapy for the panic attacks
the fear the anxiety the ptsd of surviving being
a confidential human source I could still hear
my fetus heart beating decades later seated
on my bed this red dots bounced off the wall
landing on my chest the killers were back enraged
basically forcing me to continue writing to fund
organized crime and corruption I peeked through
the blinds face to face with an assault rifle pointed
at my bedroom window could poetry really be worth
killing the writer how do one survive domestic terrorist
I close my eyes I see the gunman coughing up blood odd
I see the arsonist parked with my stalker a fatal attraction
literature is America's fine culture poetry is a gift from God
Written by Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
I spy the FBI
Losing its direction
Donald Trump has declared
He won't stand inspection!
"The ladies that I groped
(with sincere affection)
Were never Russian moles
Who greased my election!
My Tax records prove
I'm a man of perfection
So focus any search
On leaks from my section!"
FBI Ivanka
Will need no correction
She can search who she wants
Sans POTUS objection!
Facebook
Bureau of
Investigation.
The FBI agent is standing directly
In front of me, tearing through the
TV stand drawer next to my recliner,
looking for the what I
Will never give up.
I try to see through him, because
He is standing between me and the
TV. But I refuse to move, and so
Does he.
He and his crew are doing a better
Job tearing up this place than
My children will when I am dead.
I can picture them bringing in dumpsters.
They will take turns throwing, maybe
Stopping once in a while
To look at a piece of
Jewelry.
The FBI agent smiles
At me, but I do not respond.
I pretend to be
An ordinary citizen,
An old lady,
A fool.
They keep searching,
Tearing up my house.
Occasionally they
Throw out an idle
Threat, making me smile.
Upon awaking I figure
I may be watching too
Much TV.
Never Do Lie to FBI
On someone we will always rely,
Which are both the CIA and FBI;
First detected;
Then corrected;
To neither one should you lie.
Jim Horn
Of course resulting from listening
to news on TV.