Best Smugglers Poems
Now this is quiet a famous little stream, many untold story
The muddy waters run slow, but don't let it fool you when it comes alive
Divides the United States and Mexico, but it is just a line
Old Cottonwood trees and quick sand, some cross it for glory
A history of out laws crossed it fleeing into Mexico, some did not survive
Maybe holding up a bank or stealing from a gold mine
Long yesterdays ago, Pancho Villa and his raiders came
They robbed and killed, then head back to their sanctuary
Some though him to be a hero, to the poor he was a giver
He was an out law, that is where he got his fame
Even today there are those that will argue to the contrary
After he did his damage, he always crossed that river
Those muddy waters have seen a lot and still active
It has been a battle ground, many old cowboy songs sung
But like history, the old river changes too
Sometimes history is not very attractive
Those cottonwoods have seen many horse and cow thieves hung
Back in those days that what they had to do
The tides of the old river have changed. smugglers bring drugs to this side
No longer six shooters, it is machine guns now days
No more cowboys and Indians, now cocaine desperado thugs
Anything goes there, no such thing as pride
And the old river once again has had to change it's ways
It is all because of damn old drugs
Form:
Benefit,
A Nature of trade,
Business,
Utilization of skills,
To produce goods,
For a maintenance,
A Chain of Supply,
The prosperity of demand,
Business has a main target,
A person managed for it.
Weapons,
A trade mark,
For a safety,
And for a crime,
If a soldier uses it,
Demand is permitted granted,
If it is useful for civil,
What is crime reduction?
Is it not useful?
For promotions.
If weapons are for safety,
That’s are for Army,
Weapons are useful,
If an enemy threats,
Someone’s National Security,
If corrupted officers,
Helps smugglers to smuggle weapons,
Is it not a challenge for peace?
Is it not in use for promotions?
High crime-rate is whose demand?
Do you want to live in peace?
Ask them for weapon’s ban,
Civil liberty has no meaning,
Until weapons are in civil hands.
Nobody can control crime rate,
Nobody can stop demand,
Nobody can challenge supply,
Nobody can see a benefit is threat,
A danger for peace,
A danger for civil liberty.
While we sit with our coffee and poetry,
The Fear Frenzy Makers burn the midnight oil.
Digging up lies, just anything man!
To stuff up your brain like cement in a can.
They've succeeded in making you believe the
world is ending and...
That only chemicals sold by a fracture led
pharmacy nation
Will lead you to be a health sensation.
The Frenzys have determined God to be
extinct!
You can replace him with shrooms, ganja
hash or a drink?
Try Don Lemon at CNN, inhumane and so
vicious, the latest god on the street.
Worse, get your news from social media,
Driving the country nuts!
With our Congress making a new law
(I had to guffaw)!
That we don't need lawyers with integrity,
Just let mob rule take over this country.
(Oh,yes...and everything free)
The hatred of police is growing.
The rise of criminals is so revered and
spreading.
The body count of innocents is growing,
The murder of Jews is spreading.
Frenzy Feeders are nothing more Hitler
youth.
Spying and lying on Americans who
have done no harm.
Envy driven monsters...
It doesn't matter whose life they will
ruin.
We face a very formidable foe!
Big Brother is here- following you with
your cell phones everywhere.
Cameras on streets in dressing rooms.
As poets we can alert others to the
manure being peddled by fear smugglers.
Not all of us, but a few, may remind people
hard.
That God is in charge of when the world
ends not them.
Hate to tell these scientific brains, that
God created the world not them.
We cry over the extinct animals!!
But have not a thought nor remorse
to murder a baby.
66.000 babies were aborted alone last
year!
If we support murder, we have plenty
to fear.
5/8/2019
11:39 pm PST
Each day is a new day for the Police
Looking around protecting and serving the public
With a smile and politeness
They guard us from deadly criminals
Whether the weather is cold or hot, wet or dry
Whether they fear or feel joy
Whether they are sad or mad
Whether they are sick or not
Whether day or night
No matter what their personal lives holds
They took an oath to serve and protect you and me
To maintain peace, order and crime prevention
They have unlimited duties such as VIP security, Border guarding
Tackling smugglers drug traffickers and counter terrorism
And they thrive with such perfectionism
When the whole world is in deep sleep
They walk in streets looking out for any potential crime and criminals
To protect us from thieves and dangerous criminals.
They are injured, stressed, trying to do the right thing
Where we would dare not to be there in their place.
Out of honour, duty, justice and respect
They strive to save the lives they haven't met
To protect this world from the coldness and dark
They sacrifices their family and their loved ones
In order to protect us and our families at the cost of their own lives
The badge they wear is heavy that carries all the burdens
With many responsibilities overburdened
To promise to help those in need
And comforting them indeed
For they would stand guard, to serve and protect.
They never know what the day will bring
For that day could be their last day in their lives
They hardly hear the praise they deserve
They hardly are appreciated for their hard work.
They hardly hear the words of Thanks
They are the ones who do incredible sacrifice
Making the world better by their sacrifice
Every day in everyway
They are the real heroes who risk their lives every day
For they have a dangerous job
Bringing different challenges throughout every day
They are constantly being faced with the unknown and the unpredictable situations
With frustrations and complications, when the things are complex.
With pride integrity they protect our world
And making a better place to live in.
Their commitment is beyond priceless
Always willing to give their life to protect others
May God bless them and keep them safe
Be proud to be the Police officer!
Shimmering
crystal clear cyan sea
bordered by the rugged coastline rocks
where inquisitive lapping waves intrude within
old smugglers’ caves and pirates’ secret hideaways.
Gentle waters tease the sprawling sand.
Dreams haunt the enchanted
Blue Lagoon.
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13th June, 2014
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When the girl fell from the branches above
She got up brushing the leaves from her hair.
The man said you must be the new lady of the house?
She replied: Yes! I came in on the night train
And I brought the storm with me.
That's quite the power if I do say so myself
And I must say you don't look much like a girl
With those boys' clothes, you have on there.
My mother once told me if I willed it, that the smallest
of creatures could wield great power.
He replied: you best listen to your mother then
Mothers tend to be right on these matters.
My mother is dead, the girl replied; that's why I've
come to live here.
He replied: my mother too, I live here as well.
She eyed him and ask, are you a pirate just in from the sea?
He laughed a hearty laugh. And said no I'm just the maze keeper.
She looked at him funny
He pointed behind her at the twin hedges
You best not go in there without me though.
What's beyond the maze of hedges
She asks in a low voice.
A cottage that looks out over the ocean?
To watch for the smugglers and Tregenna pirates?
Can I go there and see the lookout tower?
He replied: Oh you will never find it
Not without me of course! She smiled.
And knew she had made her first friend
In this new mysterious land, she found
herself in.
written 6/ 6/ 2016 5 pm Monday night
THE PROJECTED VERSION OF ME,
THE PRINTED IMPRESSION OF YOU!!
Beep beep is the sound of the room,
when the fantasy turned into a fraction of pain!
Fine fine is the voice I heard,
to a freaky father who was in chaos for months!
Boringly bathing, naively speaking,
took years of my life doing nothing!
Never thought of being a nerd,
ever stopped of being heard!
I was ten past one, I heard the sound,
it wasn't the hell, wasn't the heaven!
Wandering like a vagabond,
wondering where I was born!
Smugglers noise sensed my breath,
neither dance nor defense I am skilled with!
The wetness of my underpants told me I am not okay!
If I wish to survive,
I wanted to drive!
The hoarse voice of a bruiser woke me up a little!
Fortunate or unfortunate,
I got to know I am being soaked and dripping in blood!
It gave me a hour of consciousness,
to explore how heaven looks like!
Hardly Harassment's Happen, However Hundreds die,
Hunger Of Feckless People Never Die!!
Unprecedented
Capsized dramatic ship-
Obdurate smugglers.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
G20-Blue
At the G20 meeting, many nations steps they trod,
where the Abbot in his Budgies, tried to fight the Putin sod,
oh it came down to leaders, now to fight a war for us,
no casualties no bleeders, just the fisticuffs and stuff,
{ideal war let the leaders do it}
the new age brought a war change, it was just a man on man,
and the victor won the battle, and the boundaries changed again,
Putin with a drop-kick, caught ole Abbot by the ear,
and he would have bit it off, but the dandruff tasted *****,
cos he said it needed salt?
so they frolicked and they tussled till the Abbot got a chop,
and he sent it to the kitchen, needed onions on the top?
Putin was disgusting when he got the Christmas holt,
and the budgie smugglers cringed, did his testes bloody moult?
But Abbot whispered in his ear,
and took it up a gear,
Pissle whipped the Rusky dolt,
who had given up his holdt,
cos he said he wasn't *****,
just a Russian farm boy colt,
Abbot he did sneer at the Billy Stinker Goat,
and they sat there sucking beer,
till the lights were dim with bloat,
: return we will at daylight,
when the rooster crows his note,
to fight another day,
a winner yet, unquote?
Don Johnson
Rama-Lamba-Ding-Dong
Its official, officials in Sudan are peeved
The audacity smugglers have got up their sleeve
It’s even been said that they’re losing sleep
Even as they spend their time counting sheep
Sheep are a valued commodity there
Ewes even more, so their numbers are rare
So the smugglers all want to get ewes past their guard
And the tricks they are using are making it hard
To tell ewes from rams, they now have begun
To sew parts on the ewes to make them look hung
Authorities never had noticed before
Till a ram “female-squatted” just outside their door
Upon further inspection the guards had to see
The ram parts were sewed on, the ram was a she
The guards are now looking at sheep differently
To see how they walk, to see how they pee
And when they suspect that a ram is a ewe
They turn the sheep over for a real close up view
And just where are they getting the parts they sew on
Are there rams waking up finding parts are now gone
And if parts are gone, what are they to do
They can’t service the herd; they’re too tough for lamb stew
Maybe they’re good for their wool just the same
A little less rowdy, a little more tame
A little bit shy when it comes to the ewes
Without male parts they just don’t have the clues
When ewes are – well ready – out in the glens
These poor altered fellows just want to be friends
four masted schooner
eerily drifts on the waves
smugglers sip on rum
For years The State Of Arizona has been known for it's strict laws
They made no bones about it and did not back down
The old territorial prison, once there they did not want to go back
Was not a "country club" for outlaws
Gun fights and the OK Corral, back in the day in old Tombstone Town
But it is not the same now, we are under attack
"The Politically Correct", say in is the Drug Cartels in Mexico
Isn't that so special, don't want to offend anyone
Garbage, it is the drug smugglers of the Mexican Mafia
But their Mafiaoso and our Mafiaoso seem to be more than amigo
Mafiaoso is Mafioso is the same anywhere under the Sun
Now their lawyers are causing all of this racial hysteria
Mexico has a lot of good people and damn fine workers
I have ranched and lived on the Mexican border for 60 years
The ones that live and work here, leave them alone
Solve the problem and go after the Mafiaoso drug smugglers
The poor in Mexico know the Mafiaoso and have their fears
One reason that they came here, because it scares then to the bone
When a cowboy meets a rattle snake, he chops of the head off
The problem is solved and he goes on his way
I say give them two choices, nylon or grass rope
When hung, that turns the problem off
But some don't see it that way
It would give all Americans more hope
Some say that I am old, the old school and The Old Testement
I believe a tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
In the Old West, when a man stole a horse, he was hung back in the day
But let God be the Judge, that is his department
Our enemies are God less people, that they cannot deny
They best thing that we can all do is pray
Form:
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, the coyote is on trial today
After you have heard the facts,it will not take you long to find him guilty
This case will be short, but it will not be sweet
When it is all over, there will be nothing else you can say
You will find out, he is not the one you want to meet
You will learn of his criminal activity
Rather it be two legged or four, they are all the same
Like characterics are alike, the nature of the breed
When caught in a trap, they will chew off that leg
Man or critter, they have the same name
Their heart beat, is pure greed
He would like to be the keeper of the hen house, to get your nest egg
It takes five of them to catch a cotton tail rabbit
They are only brave when in a pack
All are cry babies, when they cry at a full moon
But like all criminals, creatures of habit
Cross their fingers when they shake a hand, the other to stab you in the back
In the old West, they would have been hung at High Noon
In Southern Arizona, the Tohono O'odman Indian tribe call him this
In their native tongue, he is known as "The Trickster"
Both living the desert, they know his ways well
Been living in the desert for centuries, seldom do they miss
As the coyote paints his picture
He has been called, "The Dog From Hell"
Ranchers in the West, he loves to kill their cattle
On the Mexican Border, drug and human smugglers are called "coyote"
I tell you, he is nothing but a disgrace
Dealing with him is always a battle
And leaving you today, with one final note
Ladies and Gentlemen, I rest my case
Form:
Nigeria of my dreams
Where the air moans
no more,
Where men love and
care for each other.
Those who are
involved in fraud,
theft, murder
And arson or mislead
of any form shall be
dealt with.
The voice of the
voiceless shall be
heard clearly,
And the weak shall
be strong.
Nigeria of my
dreams,
Where Gold and
silver shall be for
the monkeys
And the beggars
control the black
water.
The poor shall be
rich and the richer
shall be reduced
equally.
Smugglers shall have
no bread to eat
And their barn shall
be empty.
the contraband goods
shall be restricted.
Striving for happiness is a long, hard journey with many challenges. It requires eternal vigilance to win the victory. You cannot succeed with sporadic little flashes of effort. Constant and valiant living is necessary. By Jack H. Goaslind
We owe so much to the brave men and women
Your sacrifice for America will never be forgotten
You deserve our focus and will never be blasted
America recognizes virtues you've never tasted.
Smugglers die many times before their deaths
Heroes rarely die twice without gentle breaths,
Nothing is difficult for a courageous heart
Few who fight dust and blood do their depart.
Who will recognize the triumph of a great victory?
And worst of all, who will fail in defying history?
Earn a vow to be brave and desire to be bright,
Decide to be dynamic and attempt to be right.
Be brave and courageous when pressure is high,
The greatest act of obduracy, a talent could display
Motivate another person to exert their imagination
Bear hold of your life and strive for any situation.
Various names have been given to the future
It can't be done by those who pursue a suitor,
It is unknown to those who are afraid of heights
And yet, it's ideal for the brave, of valiant sights.
What we retain is most crucial than what we read
It's not intentions but actions that lend us deeds,
We don't achieve our goals by wishing for them
But it is a lifelong fight to render us a valiant gem.
If you're valiant, you will have our full respect
You might be killed anyway due to some defect,
One shouldn't place a high value on the criticism
It's not fair to feed praise to an arena of cynicism.
Written: April 19, 2023
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