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Jerusalem expensive
They took her by force and took it from under our feet They went out
We love and we want, but their weapons in the Muslim Tortured us
Cry day and night, and between their hands do not want to stay
Notifies the sadness calls, every human being by a drop of blood Islam
Youth killed aggression, and an orphanage in the streets of pain
Children of security they want, and the Zionists speak the language of blood
Responsible for watching the war, and organizations suspicion that they are incorrigible Peace
They beat us and tortured us, and armed Dmrona and Okhavona
Moved O Muslims, and all fighters Belongings
What is the value of the life he leads Denied, and of belongings you ban
Enough of humiliation and deadlock, Your cooperation to return You
God is in favor of the right, what you just have to go ahead and fight
O Muslim, there is no saddens blow ......
The higher the oppressor, Fall become more painful .......
Muslim proudly
Author : Omar Hachmi
http://creationsomarhachmi.blogspot.com/
Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above,
I encourage you to first read the poem ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble.
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Thank you for being a part of this journey. Now, read on and immerse yourself in the
‘The Glass Throne’
the Poem!
Clay castles built on fleeting breath,
where thrones are carved from glass not depth.
Once love adorned with shimmering gold,
now whispers weave through mirrors cold.
Shifting like a restless ghost
In shadows doubt—the spiteful host.
A monarch drunk on self-versed curse.
Malicious barbs that once disturbed
Now sputter into broken verbs
Darts shot through ego’s bliss
A precarious balance at the pale abyss
But glass will crack, and winds will rise,
As shadows bleed beneath her skies.
From gold leaf lips deceptive lies
Though hidden truths unveil their guise
As complex carved illusions fade
The masquerade unmasked ~ No charades
It’s a time to shine a spotlight on an epidemic that impacts 1 in 3 women and 1 in 6 men globally. But it’s more than just about increasing awareness; it’s about collective action.
When individuals, organizations, and communities get involved in the movement to stop and prevent abuse, we are louder, stronger, and more impactful.
Power to the People who put up with it.
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The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
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A kitten walks the street alone, we save her!
We scream, "Where is humanity's soft heart?"
Organizations formed then, for feral cats.
We pour huge funds into shelters at once.
But whay of the unborn human, about to be
killed?
Sleeping, softly in their mother's warm womb?
Little fingers, sweet little toes, about to die?
Our hearts, souls, eyes, do we in denial close.
Millions upon millions, will indeed today, die.
Never to see sun, moon, stars or bluest sky.
Taken by methods too cruel to speak.
Angel babies killed in abortion mills.
The world weeps not a tear for human loss, still!
For the unborn, all, yes I will take a stand.
In a world that adores trees more than the
family of man.
A ghoulish thought, human life surrendered.
A baby is not a bad tooth to remove by any
Governments monies, freely tendered.
Sing not to me, that you love humanity!
Nor of world peace, when our own kind we kill.
Yes, aware man wants to this world control.
This world is not yours, it belongs to God.
What good, this verse, in a so very cold world?
Why! So you dare use fetal cells,I ask why?
To use them in a vaccine, you drool for?
Their cells floating in your selfish bloodstream?
We pen about the evils of truly great men?
We hum and talk to Muses, how very!!
We buried God, we loathe free nations.
Globalism only, downing, all the rest.
Then wonder, why all the worldly unrest?
Laughing our lives away, a great escape?
Reality, no, never on our plates!
Good, unborn people destroyed,oh how we do cheer.
Unethical, political thieves and snakes we adore.
As we quill, on God's sunny shores.
1/22/2021
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National Sanctity of Life Day
January 22, 2021
President Donald J Trump
Thank You!
This day to respect the unborn~
Cancelled by the current resident
of The White House on Day One.
So be it!
I was beyond bereft!
With very little money, sure, we had a small place.
But no cash nor tree nor presents nor food were to
be.
I cried a lot, so did my daughter.
I prayed very hard for some kind of answer.
Then I recalled "Operation Blessing"!
They wanted a complete list of what I needed.
It was long indeed, including a tree, a turkey, food
for an empty pantry,and toys for my daughter.
They told me to trust God and stop my crying.
It was a relief for me to know I was trying.
There was no plethora of jobs, then, as there are now.
Nor were lowest income earners having an 8% increase
hidden by the media mogul cows
And we were in a recession, then.
"Operation Blessing" came to our humble place.
I had been truly blessed by God's holy grace.
First they brought in a six foot,live, fully decorated tree!
In my daughter's eyes, I saw such happiness and glee!
The turkey was a Tom, hence more than generous.
All the trimmings, too. Plus other foods to fill my barren
kitchen cabinets.
Toys came next, plentiful,all beautifully wrapped.
My hopelessness disappeared knowing the world is so
generous and way far from crass.
Many organizations are doing good this season,
After all there is a reason!
People are cooking for the homeless all day across this
wonderful nation. Shelters are open.
Groups are cleaning up tent cities!!
Oh, no! Forbidden for you to know.
The painting of rich crushing the poor,
Is the center of the political boors.
Do what we can in money or in person!
Christmas is about His love, His birth.
Share your time and care and love with those who may
have less.
I learned that Christmas, to be humble and stop complaining!
To do for others, to tithe, to contribute.
To be grateful for what little I had.
And to ask when I needed help.
There are seniors living in nursing homes, go visit them,
their relatives won't!
How about badly wounded veterans, who lost limbs for you?
Can you spare them an hour or two?
Make this Christmas not about you.
It's a transformational experience,
I promise you!
December 10, 2019
I AM HIV/AIDS
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging like a wild fire,
I am growling like a lion,
I have spotted you and I will pounce on you!
I am HIV/AIDS!
I attack people in all socio-economic and educational classes,
I cut across cultural and religious sects,
Graves and hospitals bear this testimony.
Despite significant medical accomplishments,
I remain incurable,
I am HIV/AIDS
From Africa to America, Australia to Asia and Artantica to Europe.
From Cape Provinces to Limpopo and Mpumalanga to Kwa-Zulu / Natal.
From Bekkersdal to Grobblersdal and Makapanstad to Marabastad.
From Sun Valley to Sun City and Mamelodi to Mametlhake.
From Witlagte to Langlagte and Suiwerskuil to Kromkuil.
I am reigning, I am HIV/AIDS.
Woe for the earth and for the sea,
Because I have descended in great anger to devour you!
I refer to you, who do not abstain,
I mean you there, who are not faithful,
And you here who do not condomise,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
Media has warned you,
Priests have preached at the top of their voices,
Politicians have cried loud,
Organizations and institutions have given you warnings,
But all these have come to naught,
Now I will kill you like flies, for I am HIV/AIDS
This is not news to you,
You will certainly catch me through unprotected sex,
Shared infected needles and syringes, contaminated blood,
And from an infected mother to her unborn child.
I then multiply in your blood, mercilessly attacking
Your defence system and leave you for the dead,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
You know this fully well;
You cannot catch me through
Sneezing, sharing toilet seats, coughing,
Or shaking hands with an infected person.
Behold, even if you are not infected,
You are affected by me, for I am HIV/AIDS.
Even though I am dreadful and mighty,
I will finally die and my heart is sore,
That will be when sense is finally knocked in your head,
That will be when you abstain from sex,
You remain faithful to your partner or condomise,
Remember, prevention is better than cure, for I am HIV/AIDS!
An Ode To Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw
It takes a very special lady to be an ideal Air Force wife,
To face the many challenges and vicissitudes of Air Force life.
Even though it meant moving every few years to a different place,
You became a seasoned veteran as we moved from base to base.
You made a house a home whether in the states or foreign lands.
I marveled at your flexibility and left things in your capable hands.
When moving through the ranks and Lord knows at times money was tight,
But you worked marvels with hamburger meat and taters much to my delight!
You understood when I was called to duty and missed family celebrations,
But you pressed on, nurturing the girls and kept busy with various organizations.
As we advanced in rank you met social obligations with pride and grace.
You taught Sunday School and Girl Scouts leaving each base a better place!
You supported me and helped me earn each stripe I wore upon my sleeve,
Plus the various commendations and medals I was honored to receive.
Honey, thanks for standing by me - these accolades are well deserved.
The girls and I are very proud of you, since you also faithfully served!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Salute to the woman who knows who she is
And why she is who she is
A powerful being
Once thrown into a deep end of the ocean
But swam her way back to shore
She never stops moving forward
Nothing can ever pull her backwards
Such a brave warrior
Shout out to the Superwoman
Determined to change the status quo
Because she feels the need to do so
Just like an eagle
She soars higher and higher
As the wind blows stronger
She does not let anything deter her
From reaching another level in life
Thumbs up to an amazing woman
A great force to be reckoned with
That committed Mother on the street
Who trades from sunrise to sunset
Trying to make ends meet
Oh, she has a heart so big!
Being mindful that come snow or sunshine
She has mouths to feed
I revere this gifted woman
Who uses her creativity
To make an impact in society
Despite the uniqueness of her talent
She remains a trendsetter
It could be the potter in whose hands clay becomes magic
The miner who touches gold, before it even gets sold to the markets
Or the strategist who sits in high-level meetings, making sure organizations do not collapse
A special mention to the special woman
Who chooses not to give up
She understands that others look up to her
The smart lady out there, with a clear vision
She makes things happen for her family, community and the world at large
She deserves a badge of honour
Because she is remarkable!
We pledged brother and sister organizations that spring. We saw each other
frequently at fraternity/sorority functions, and, in the cafeteria, of course. She
dated a friend of mine and I watched from the sidelines, hoping for another
chance to make a play for her heart. Then while dining and socializing one
evening, a senior member of the fraternity requested that we dance together in
the cafeteria! I know it sounds like an odd request for the cafeteria, but Hatchet
was known for trying to humiliate pledges and didn’t really care about others who
were trying to dine and return to their studies. For me, it was the greatest dance
of my life! Hatchet and about a dozen cronies crooned ‘Frauline’, and I was
dancing with Vicki. And, for that dance, she was “my pretty frauline”. I felt like
Bobby Helms had written that song just for me; for us!
I held her close and asked,” Do you know how to turn?”
“No,” she replied.
“Well, you’re fixin’ to learn!” And I felt like I’d been fooled as we successfully
made a full turn in the aisle between the tables and the milk dispenser. I didn’t
want to let her go!
To this day, I smile when I hear the song!
I imagine attending a colorful graduation ceremony at the college or university.
After attending my mind is stuck with a lot of queries:
Would graduates cultivate in themselves attributes of entrepreneurs,to think outside the box?
Were graduates tipped to be innovative, self-motivated, willing to take greater risks in
their fields?
Would graduates go into industry to add value in the economy sector,after being equipped with suitable skills?
Could the skills they have acquired be able to sustain them and support their families
with or without formal employment?
Would graduates narrow the skills gap that has existed in the industry?
Did lecturers expose graduates to both technical and entrepreneurship skills during
their training?
Would graduates be entrepreneurs who will constantly create and grow business ventures,thereby creating employment and incomes in the economy?
Could graduates embrace the intelligence of the labor force,and start running viable growth-oriented ventures as a career alternative?
Could they survey key industries,organizations,family and friends already in business ventures?
Would they start up their own business ventures,provided they have access to support and other requisites?
Could graduates blend various fields with entrepreneurship sustainability to overcome unemployment levels?
Could graduates separate what's important from what's irrelevant to make
achievement in life?
Could they be confident, pro-active,decisive and energetic in their endeavors?
Would they be hardworking,firmly decided,continue in spite of opposition or difficulty,
and have the ability to see clearly?
chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to granduads
My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.
It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.
Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.
In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.
Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.
However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.
I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.
I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.
Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.
It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.
Only at that year's Gamescom might SWTOR safe the actual reward since the greatest video game. The actual MMOG performs a lot more than 3, 000 many years prior to Darth Vader, inside a period once the Galactic Republic and also the Sith Empire had been inside a battle. The ball player may choose that aspect he is upon.
At first it had been stated which SWTOR within the Indonesia twenty two Dec can look. Right now BioWare as well as LucasArts introduced how the online game can look concurrently within The united states and choose Europe. Therefore German born gamers just possess till 20 12 ,. wait around prior to they are able to choose the actual destiny from the universe. This particular truck had been constructed about the E3 display within Birmingham as well as orbits round the MMOG SWTOR. Daniel Erickson, the actual Guide Author and therefore mainly accountable for the actual tale, clarifies the actual options that come with SWTOR. In contrast to additional MMORPGs, the actual manufacturers place this particular truth in an exceedingly powerful tale.
http://www.playerassist.com/swtor/
SWTOR requires their gamers within the world from the Celebrity Conflicts movie sequence. Gamers will discover on their own correct within the fight between your Jedi and also the Sith Head of the family once again. In route with the online game, you'll be able to enter passionate associations along with friend figures. Apart from creating players' organizations or even public sale homes, the right now pretty typical aspect in an enormous multiplayer video game (MMOG). Whilst gamers in several other areas from the online game are very free of charge within their options, the actual improvement facilities BioWare formerly restricted the actual feasible close ties in order to heterosexual associations. Just based on an in depth dialogue within the discussion boards from the video gaming neighborhood from BioWare introduced within Sept in order to modify their state along with among the following improvements.
There's nevertheless absolutely no recognized day for that lovemaking liberalization from the Celebrity Conflicts world introduced, but nonetheless sufficient the actual information through BioWare in order to trigger the actual demonstration from the Loved ones Investigation Local authority or council (FRC) in the usa.
Norman Rockwell
Rockwellesque
brilliant man with nostalgia values
with dreams viewed of a perfect life
depicting amusing scenes
with sense of humor, shown
with heartwarming bonds
memories fade
canvas art
captures
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12/2/2015
Poetry Contest: Favorite Painter
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Norman Rockwell
Norman Percevel Rockwell was a 20th-century American painter and illustrator. His works enjoy a broad popular appeal in the United States for their reflection of American culture
Born: February 3, 1894, New York City, NY
Died: November 8, 1978, Stockbridge, MA
Children: Thomas Rockwell, Jarvis Waring, Peter Barstow
Organizations founded: Famous Artists School
Notable works: Willie Gillis, Rosie the Riveter, Four Freedoms, The Problem We All Live With
Flood is a very common occurrence in Bangladesh
Due to its position and altitude.
In-spite of its all experience and forecast,
The country always falls in awkward situation,
When flood comes with all its loud and lechery.
1966, 1970, 1987, 1988, 1998 ?and 2007 in 20th century
Deadly flood barred Bangladesh beastly.
Flood situation-2017 in Bangladesh
Is much ravenous, catastrophic all over the country,
More starving in the north Bengal.
Already left few hundreds people dead.
Many people are suffering with their
Cattle, children and old member of the family.
Food crisis is acute there, cooking is impossible,
As their huts already got swamped and liquidated.
Lakdi by which they cook have been soaked,
Dry food and emergency medicine they now need
Are being made available in a slow pace by the organizations.
And no place now spared there inundated
To stay in, let alone sleep or associate.
To come out from the saddening situation
We need collective efforts,
But lack of political concomitance
And for religious selfishness it is very difficult to
Let all assets and hands to be functional at a time.
We feel our world is a village, so, any disaster happen
In any corner of the world is all’s responsibility.
We are living now in a very connected world,
Anybody’s grievance is everybody’s concern,
So, we can hope no calamity is stronger than
Our collective efforts, our collective emotion and responsibility.
Not all persons who roam the streets are homeless and not all homeless people roam the streets;
Whatever are the circumstances which result in a person living on the streets, whether it is by unfortunate situation behind one control or whether it is by choice this homeless situation must be taken into deep consideration and be addressed as a matter of humanitarian importance and that is why within my opinion governments should set up a task force which can look into and examine the matter of the homeless / street people on a case by case basis.
By doing so they would search and find out the status and families of each homeless person, then they would be able to determine which persons can be re-united with family members who are willing to take such responsibility and whoever aren't able to be re-united with family can be placed into government operated homes or place into the care of associated private organizations which also operate homes which can facilitate these homeless / street people.
So many times the homeless persons suffer abuse of all sorts, verbal and physical because society fail miserably to understand another persons unfortunate situation.
Many among us will consider our homeless / street people as nuisance simply because of the lack of love and tolerance toward our fellow human who continue to share with us this same space on earth but find themselves in a position which is often laughed and rejected by wider society.
Each person within a society is of great importance and for any country to grow and prosper its people must be invested in and health and education are two important areas to start such investments whether such persons are homeless or otherwise; in keeping with the charitable act of humanity governments should provide homes for the homeless / street people who live and roam the streets.
Net working hard,
Even to the UNO,ILO and HR organizations,
Twenty four hours a day,
All the seven days,
All holidays,
No quota of leave,
Unpaid,
Free,
A genuine social worker!