Best Venezuela Poems
now that Chavez is dead,
the american oil companies
chomping at the bit
begin to salivate & lick their lips,
seething
with the foam
of potent country-gutting
rabies---
for while he was alive,
Venezuela was one of the only
countries left,
who resisted the empire’s attempts to
penetrate it & whore it out to the
highest capitalist bidder---
with Chavez dead,
not only will the oil soon be drained from
within the borders of beautiful
Venezuela,
but so will die the social programs that Chavez
instilled,
those that had been used to combat the
extreme poverty which exists in the country,
those that the governments before Chavez did nothing to
prevent.
so goes Chavez,
so goes a bastion of anti-empire,
so goes a man who pushed Chomsky’s work at the
United Nations,
so goes a man who championed the bloc that
would resist the swallowing up of
Latin America by the
empire.
yes,
the vultures are hungry,
they are perched & ready---
rather than create green alternatives to the
reliance on oil,
they will suck every last drop &
make the world do their bidding,
creating a negative media firestorm
to shed hate upon a man who can no longer
defend himself,
just as they will the next who steps up to resist.
With love from Venezuela to the people of the United States of America.
Once upon a time were one of the most prosperous nations of South America.
Our nation once upon a time was a democracy and a representative government. Elected to represent our beloved homeland. But our hopes and our dreams have been washed away by Socialist tyranny and a dedicator who enslaves.
And improvised its people. We do not have enough food to eat. We long for safe places to be able to sleep. All who fight for freedom, even those brave souls. Who came from the United States, were arrested as agitators against, our government. They were the true freedom fighters, who were not paid and trained professional communists agitators. Which are running rampart on the streets of America today! "If the black people are not careful they could lose their country." Almost just exactly as we have lost ours!
If America does intervene, they will become involved. In a qua mire worse than the Vietnam War. It was a promise engraved in stone by our El Presidenta. Who clocks his misdeeds under the guise of the highest title of a governmental official. When he is nothing more than a paid and highly trained Communist agitator. South America has been plagued by a series of dictators and revolutionists. Who made false mandates and proclamations to the unfortunate South American people. But he stands heads and tails above them all!
In America people are still free to protest and speak out about their governmental leaders. Anyone caught doing that in Venezuela today
would be taken out and shot. I would not be in the least surprised if they
choose the Mexican execution by firing squads! Any one chanting Viva La Freedom! Viva La liberty! Would be taken out and shot! He or she would be imprisoned and tortured!
I am speaking out for the people who have no freedom. I am speaking out
for those who have no voice or no hope of their own. I am beseeching the throne room of God on their behalf as well as the people of Hong Kong!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020
YOU WERE WARNED, THE BOLIVAR WOULD CRASH.
DESTRUCTION OF WEALTH TOOK PLACE AT LAST.
DID YOU DO, WHAT YOU WERE TOLD.
INVEST YOUR BOLIVAR IN SILVER AND GOLD.
TODAY YOU HAVE JUST RICH AND POOR.
MIDDLE CLASS PEOPLE EXIST NO MORE.
YOU MUST STAND, IN ORDER TO FIGHT.
IMPOSED STARVATION IS CONSIDERED A RIGHT.
STARVE THE MASSES, POPULATION CONTROL.
YOU CAN SLAVE FOR THE RICH, IF YOU DO WHAT YOUR TOLD.
WITH CHAOS AND MAYHEM THROUGH OUT THE LAND.
THE RICH DON'T CARE WHAT THE POOR DEMAND.
Shake em, baby
There was a young man from Caracas
Who proved very good with maracas
He played them so loud
Pleasing the crowd
But eventually, he drove us crackers
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
To all you Socialists who can't attend reunions
In Cuba, China, or the Former Soviet Union
Here is my recommendation for what ails ya --
Spend a couple months in sunny Venezuela
Venezuela April 30, 2019
God bless and keep Venezuelan
protestors safe!
Put your mighty Hedge of Protection
about their fearless waists.
Let it admonish us all, in the USA.
how 'socialism' can metamorphosize into
a corrupt, immoral snake.
How many of us have the backbone to
perish in American streets?
For our Jewish-Christian nation?
To be loving of our God, to withstand
the infantile insults of being called
"Xenophobe."
Not only here, but all nations.
To battle fearlessly for the Constitution, and each and every Bill of Rights
Brainwashed now into believing, that
our freedoms will magically abide!
Woe to you who thinks we are safe,
The thieves sit in power, right now!
While step by step, our rights are given
away.
Our monies so well earned, taken!!
To be given freely to this wayward moocher filled nation.
Let Venezuela be a lesson to us all.
I fear it's far too progressive here now.
With drugs and impostors invading
our borders
And lies on television to provoke sympathy
For shameless thieves and marauders,
Delivered here, no thanks, to the Mexicam
Cartel!
Turning America into a living hell!
Oh America~ I weep for thee!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/ 2019
11:00 am PST
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
III.
The music is now playing an A harmonic minor scale and switching every three measures to D minor and then to a G blues. To me, you are Bellissima and intelligent. I was making my heart soar as the eagles above the clouds. After a long day of work, I see you as an angel on earth no matter where we are. Even a poly extraterrestrial like myself sees the God of the Jews, Gentiles, Arabs, and Muslims as being valuable. I will switch to your beliefs if we are joined as one. My love for you will stretch further than the love from the false lovers of the past. Your feet would feel no pain from my hands. Your mind would feel a comfort as you face pain, for I will cradle you in my chest. Your belly would feel no hunger as I would feed you before myself. It may be cheesy; however, a man who places his wife and future children before himself is the most honorable before others. Placing you above myself would be the goal for a positive life, for you are my life. Let our first child be named Hope! Let our children grow to know the true love of their parents and the love their parents had for one another. Our work will not be done until the last breath of our youngest grandchild of our youngest child. I know I am speaking of a future that has not happened; however, I am a man who thinks about the future and tries not to look upon the past as the future. I will wipe away the tears that you do not show. The three words I have never told any woman as I did not feel strongly for them, these words are “I love you!” Let my words be the first kiss to your soul and lips before I physically kiss you—my Angel.
II.
I dedicate this to my future wife
In life we meet people when we least expect it, whether it be for a season or for more. Can it be love or lust? The answer is not known until both are placed into a situation to where they use their instinct to build the relationship. It is more confusing and takes work. Both parties will see the value in one another. When I first saw you, I did not know how to respond. You were wearing glasses and a neutral clam smile on your lips. Your buns were of modest size and your legs were nice in stance. Yes, I did fall in love with your body first. Later on, I would see more to you as you would be calm even when you were confused or focusing intently on your job. You did not speak; however, your words were in emotions and actions. Oh, how I wish I could kiss those emotions as they made me feel a warmth that no American girl could make me feel. I could not hear your words as I could only speak two languages; however, your language is of a different Latin branch. Still the kindness you showed to me was different. I never had a woman from a Latin country open the door for me, even when I had a cart on me. Your eyes are full of peace and joy. You have traveled far from a place that you loved; however, the tension going on down there has led you to come here. You mostly if not all speak Spanish. My one request is that we can speak more for I fancy the thought of learning about your life. Let the barrier break between us as I feel this magnetic surge towards you. You are a young woman that deserves to be happy, I only Hope that the person deserves your Heart for it is pure. If it is I, then I promise to make you smile and happy. All we can do is try. Does love to start blind or does it develop blindly. If we are the soulmates needing of one another then I ask God through my words for it to be so. Let my words through this prose shine as a beacon of light. May I say that I love your presence, and that I am beginning to love you. Every time you are near me, I linger longer and tend to take a longer glance at your presence. I feel a stir inside me to want to make you a wife and not just a coworker. I ask God if he could help us learn each other’s languages. Would it be great that if in two years we could say our vows in different languages. You are my Angel from Venezuela. Here’s a kiss to end the current night.
VENEZUELA [08/26/96]
LAST NIGHT
I LIT A
DOUBLE STICK
FOR
YOU
AN ODOR SO
PROFOUND
TREES BEGAN
TO WALK
AROUND
ME
AS
I
IMAGINED
WHAT YOU SAID
THE DESERT
MEETS THE SEA
WOODBINE
LICORICE
TANGLED
ALL
AROUND
ME
AS I IMAGINED
WHAT
YOU
SAID
ON EITHER
SIDE
OF THE
MOUNTAIN
THE DESERT
MEETS
THE
SEA
LITTLE
RED
ANIMALS
REACHING
THROUGH
THE
VINES,
TYING MY
JOURNAL
WITH
A
BOW.
IT SHOULD
RAIN TO
MAKE
YOU
STOP
CRYING,
FULL
MOON
HIDING
THE
STRANGE
STATE
OF
BEING
TOGETHER.
I TRY TO IMAGINE
WHAT YOU SAID
ABOUT THE DESERT
AND
THE
SEA.
I.
Can you hear the scale in D major as it plays a cantabile manner? Please gather around and hear my words as they will become the banner to which you will march. My one fear is to be rejected by the angel; however, I know that the angel may be a demon trying to get me to give up and never find true love. Unfortunately, for the demon, I am the lion that says you and I will not give up. My scars are a testament to what I have endured. Without them I would not be able to give my love to a deserving person. Looking into my past, I learned that there were four stages to completing a life goal. The four principles of what needs to be accomplished can vary from person to person. The first step is to know what you want. For me that would be a wife from a different country that speaks more than one language or is willingly to learn more than her language even if it is difficult to understand my second language. I am having her be positive and strong when to comes to interacting with others and not being afraid of having me view her as a walking angel. No, she has not fallen as she walks with beauty. Petrarch would weep at my words as he wrote five hundred about one woman. All I need are three words to tell her every day. The second stage is to have a plan. I plan to constantly speak with her in my tongues and eventually in her tongue. Let the scale switch into a rock ballad (Smooth as Silk).
Who knows! Maybe our tongues will intertwine and be closer to one another. Acting is different as the move may be unwelcome or fully welcomed. All I could do is read the signs of her body. The final stage is to review and renew my goals. If my goals are not meant to be with her, then my heart will be in a steel cage to which Davy Jones would feel pity as my heart is only meant for my true love. Once you have my heart you will have my love and loyalty. I pray that God places us together in situations where we become one and then build upon our mutual likes. No matter which country I travel to, I am constantly hearing your name, even when it is in my country of Italy.
Why is there now hope for the good rescued people of the formally doomed
South American country of Venezuela? Their people gathered courage and
they gathered together fortitude by voting out their Latin American puppet
dictator carefully groomed by the CCP--Chinese Communist Party.
Instead they now are blessed with a born again conservative president.
All the people of the world today
Recognizes Christmas on !0-1-24.
Spoke the salemens. he made know reference
to Santa Claus. Nino Jesus is
our refuge on him we rely.
The grown people of our world
clean chammies, to
prepare for winter.
We harvest and store to
make it through the seasons.
Christmas restores our faith in one another.
Thast during the harness of the season
we have time to stop and prepare for gift giving
and giving thanks to one another
for being human.Oratorio: Music to include us all
the sounds of Christmas! The full worship of Jesus
expressed through the love of God.Cantata, solo
and chorus, rehested to perfect the sound. Seasonal Carols
and Cultural hymns. Some which change throught
out the ages, to include those who had been excluded
in the worship of Jesus.