People see evil as the devil
Evil is among us every day
The walk down the street next to you
Sit behind you on the bus
Go to the same church as you
Love under the same roof
Evil can be young or old
Rich or poor
Any gender
Brother or sister
Aunty or uncle
Mother or father
They hid in plain sight
They do noble jobs
Volunteer for charities
They don’t always have kill or attack
Narcissists are everywhere
They gaslight you
Manipulate you
And do the cruelest things
A danger to us all
Are we too relaxed in today’s society?
When mailing a letter,
A card or a bill,
The upper left envelope
Corner I’ll fill
With a label containing
My name and address,
Which I’ve never purchased,
I have to confess.
They come in the mail
Sent by charities who
Want donations, so they
Send a present to you -
Address labels sent
In a decorative style,
With flowers or cats,
Which I’ll add to my pile.
If I live to 100,
I won’t make a dent
In the thousands of labels
That I have been sent.
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
I find myself all alone
with no place to call my own.
Living off other peoples’ charities,
how did I let this happen to me?
It really wasn’t that far back
I had it made, that’s a fact.
The world was my oyster holding the pearl,
Miss Independent, a confident girl.
‘I don’t need anyone!’; least that’s what I said.
You think maybe I let it go to my head?
How did things get turned upside-down?
When did my smile turn to a frown?
Oh yeah, that’s right; I fell in love!
Man of my dreams sent from above.
As always, I dove in head first,
never thinking that I’d get hurt.
But he took my love, then cast me aside;
never caring that my heart had died.
So now I find myself all alone,
I can’t even give a dog a bone!
Now I just want to be free again
and not let my heart be ruled by a man.
I know I can do it, I've done it before,
and this time I want it even more!
I just have to be patient, it’s gonna take time.
I can’t let myself start falling behind.
And you know what? I’ve got all that I need
to make this plan of mine succeed.
I won't ever again have to feel alone.
Can somebody please give that dog a bone?
The good times, and the fitness
In albums bearing witness
Has no bearing on the test
That decrees eternal rest.
The stakes are risen rather
Though merits wisely gathered
Like, kindness to our kin,
For example, is a win.
Spreading random love
Should also score Above
While charities, well spent,
Ensures a rich ascent.
In any case, they’ll place
On the mantles, our face
Then frolic near the shelf
Making memories of self.
To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering,
Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities
Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep.
A skeptical girl's dream is a paranoid's nightmare.
The mind wanders the winding path, ways blockaded by the
immaturity of age's eye. Paths extend,
arms outstretched, sclera comes into view. I enter the land
of darkness and trivial trifles, numbers rapidly rising.
To observe then look away - oh what a gift.
The fluttering, juvenile gaze upon life offers a plethora of privileges.
A jovial demeanor, an emaciated ego, a blithe smile -
charities that are given to the majority.
The plights that plague me are mere afterthoughts
in the meandering mind of the thoughtless. Idealizing,
reading, puzzling reserve themselves for the
fragmented, slightly distorted. And now I must
ponder, what the slightly distorted
save themselves from.
I love Comedy
Yes, I do
to read a clown
spewing humour
what the hell can I add
when a man defends feminism
and then bends over for trump
he's asking for praise right up the rump
Lets be clear, and honest and true
he not only supports genocide
he's raped women
abused them with Epstein
a trait Zionists love to do
I have no idea, none at all
why a human would support
rape
theft
murder
fraud
stealing from child's charities
robbing his own country to arm Israel
That's what he seems to adore
I'd rather, given the choice
be human, not a glorified bore w
Eturknity's Legacy
In the shadows of the neon light,
Eturknity rides, ready for the fight.
Rolling through realms, where legends arise,
A gamer’s heart beneath the starry skies.
With every challenge, he aims for the throne,
In memory of his brother, he's never alone.
Let the pixels light the way,
In this multiverse where shadows play.
Eturknity, rise up, stand tall,
For your brother’s legacy, you’ll never fall.
Level up the cause, the mission is clear,
Charities blossom with each gamer’s cheer.
Streaming the journey, breaking every chain,
In the game of life, he’ll never wane.
For every life saved, a tribute is made,
As he plays on, their memories won’t fade.
In every quest, in every fight,
His heart beats strong in the endless night.
Written By: Jessica Mackey
For my son: @Eturknity on YouTube
Years ago, my aunt developed mesothelioma. She and her husband did not have money for medical care. It was a Jewish hospital that took her in, and helped her through her last days free of charge.
The Jews have built many hospitals, made contributions to many charities, and established many foundations. The list is endless.
Jews have been instrumental in government and finance. They have served in our American armed forces from recruits to high level generals and admirals.
I have never seen a Jew burn an American flag.
I have never heard of a Jew cry out for his God while assaulting a woman.
Jews take their God seriously, and are respectful In prayer.
Jews are good pet owners. Many Jews own cats and/or dogs. Jews recognize dogs as one of God's gifts to all of us.
Jews endure a lot of hate and bullying, yet they stay strong.
My charities are Disabled
veterans of America DAV
PVA paralyzed veterans
Wounded warriors my
absolute favorite USO
sending packages to
troops I absolutely love
this also Militar order of
the purple heart being
Disabled and giving of
yourself benefit letters
are zero many people
look at you smiling and
think you are rich sad my
life is in giving back my
grandfather served
my husband served my
granddaughter just arrived
in Jordan god bless the
United States of America
Famine ... charities ... complementary.
Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very
highest on the list, Human traffickers,
with their ad lib, and full-on characters.
Pangolin's are anteaters resembling
armadillos but different. Trembling
leads to curling up into a ball when
they sense danger. They burrow in a den
like hole as a prelude to finding food.
Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood,
Pangolins are keenly scented hunters.
Endangered according to their numbers,
for their scales are coveted, as produced
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced.
Paints and films of death grow; signs of our times,
crowning rundown; the Asian Unicorns.
Rare large mammals, forest-dwelling bovines,
with nearly two feet long parallel horns.
They're found in central Vietnam and Laos,
adults reach up to thirty-three inches
up to shoulder height. Captive breeds rehouse
like schemes, lacks hope as they're on the fringes
of extinction. The poverty levels
are high in the region, local support
are tough. Technical and medical specials
aid base programs and worldwide food import.
The two hundred-twenty pound primary,
famine ... charities ... complementary.
Citing the cliché, good guys finish last:
folks have little appetite for the truth.
And do-gooders are constantly harassed,
a lesson taught to intolerant youth.
Facing a future anchored in the past,
folks are cruel, arrogant, and uncouth.
Yet, big business, every once in a while,
assigns a moral value to a smile.
Slick PR firms devise a clever ploy,
to mask the hypocrisy of their brand.
Fake charities are built to headline joy,
while laws that allow children to work stand.
Oligarchs carefully recruit, employ,
exploiting innocence across the land.
They hide their cruelty behind a mask,
where human suffering is just a task.
Start
to shape
a moustache
this time of year,
handlebars, pencils,
or lines from ear to ear,
funny grins for volunteers,
and charities will remember,
a tidy growth every November
handlebars, pencils, = types of moustaches
A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Counter > Howmanysyllables
11/09/22
Woke up this morning.
Woke out of sleep.
Woke on the radio.
Woke on TV.
Read about fascists.
Read about greed.
Read about people starving.
Read with my eyes, free thoughts in my mind indeed.
Oh, that’s so woke of me!
Woke made a sandwich.
Woke had a cup of tea.
Woke fed the birds.
Woke sent money to charities.
Woke helped an old lady.
Woke gave a tenner to a homeless stranger in need.
Woke wore a face mask when woke went shopping.
Woke heard the tories lying, lying, lying.
Woke went home to a house woke bought and payed for with hard earned money.
Woke made a meal with his woke family.
Woke relaxed with some commonwealth games on TV.
Woke went to bed where woke dreamed of of the end of the fascists ruling me.
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