This war-time combatant
Common soldier
Patriot, and loyal
Of Hell I call.
Servant of a leader
Slave to a god
His highness, Abaddon.
Hence destruction.
Reformulation of sin
Homeocentrism combatant
Sociopathy redefinition
Is for Intellect palatable
Apparently imposure of sin
Kills source collective the bias
Care you don't have to bear
Of neither the sides of compliance
Rules parts of humans invent
May not valid be for evaluation
Mortal the thus very sin
Is imposing your limitation
No one you are to demand
Sets of your wrongly conditions
Thus no naive stupid banned
Reason for real renditions
No rule exist to demand
Account for their opinion
Unless lethal targeter this
Compares the vote via dominion
The price of equality mass
Is mentally full degradation
That's why we those deny
We up for the double negation
Irrational mess we clean up
We strive for the logic brilliance
The sense Constitution conveys
We guard judging words, Philly, Ness
This Lochness is fine the Ness
She is not some kind of mess
She is crispy like the chip
She lives very very deep
Iguana Orangutan
NATO backwards is OTAN
And the bat does guano
Kate does says all that NO NO
// Inspired y my favorite poem
A Tale of the Thirteenth floor by Ogden Nash
I am an appendage.
I am a tool.
I am his accompaniment.
I am an addition.
I am an attachment.
I am the accretion formed from abuse.
I am nothing without him to tell me what I am worth.
I am only something when he loves me.
I am only worth anything when I am convenient.
I am supposed to be enjoyable.
I am supposed to be to his benefit.
I am supposed to be easy.
I am supposed to satisfy.
I am supposed to be useful.
I am told to be practical.
I am told to be appropriate.
I am told to be available.
I am told to stay mute.
I am told to be passive.
I am told to submit.
I am a person.
I am feeling.
I am alive.
I am not his appendage.
I don't have to be a wife before I am myself.
Before I am happy.
I am tired of how I am treated.
I am ready to be a combatant.
I am ready to accept the bruises if it is for the last time.
I am ready to feel like me again.
I want to be me again.
Heel Cota makes his in ring debut versus "SumThang Specail" Derrgentt Cetter and manager "Bounce" Binny Banger. in a Stay Outta the corner strap match.
Both guys will be telthered in one corner, while four other guys will be tethered in the opposiite corner. The four guys have no alliance to either combatant and have the right to have action with the two men. 1;00 in the corner is the total time allowed. A regular three count or Countout will determain the winner. Contention matches can make new comers and lesser apprecated wrestlers instant contenders to the Worlds Championship. We heard the the Championship committe and the fans want to see someone comeup the ladder, uncrown either the Worlds Champion or the tagteam champions. I heard Dence Castburger say " this is a place of oppurtunities: we wanna see the best man win: if it's from the Contention Series< we'll thant's great for business!"
Silicone plastic spatulas
and the plastic spoon sets
Time twirls slowly,
when tragedy sunders
antiquated wings—
maimed and eroded, becoming
featherless angels,
ferociously combatant,
sparring to win,
wandering in vacant division,
while penetrating the walls
of our wildering downfalls.
Finding clemency in the
glimmer of our healing ambience,
realigning the quills of our love,
with every breath and pace across
idyllic esplanades, soaring above
catacombs of lawless perdition,
remedying grievances, while
reveling in the haven of
rhapsodic euphoria amidst
lingering plumes,
diffusing eternal tales of our
blissful hereafter.
I come before you, but you won’t be listening;
I come across uninviting, not convincing;
Yet you alone are combatant and unraveling;
Your temperament is passivating, resonating;
I come in peace
I come in peace
I offer up the Olive Branch
I increase my hand shake, putting pressure
I’ve learned those lessons in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy above
I stand before you, offering those treasures trues;
I come before you, a soldier of peace
Standing here without shoes on my feet
Because I’ve giving you my shoes and a soul, filled in love
From the Father
I come in peace
I come in peace
I offer up the Olive Branch
I increase my hand shake, putting pressure
I’ve learned those lessons in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy above
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy in love
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
*I had to make another account because the email originally used isn't available and I got no response on recovering it so here's my poem about freedom hope you enjoy thank you for reading :) P.S. my grandfather 7 generations ago was the oldest combatant in the revolutionary war he was beaten, bludgeoned and bayoneted several and shot in the face with a musket then left for dead he then at 78 years old killed 3 British soldiers with his bare hands and lived to the ripe age of 96*
I hear myself talking to the radio;
the shock-jock stops pushing words
into my vehicle,
a pause, as if he is listening.
I don’t get paid for my opinions
my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant,
just ears and a vast echoing space between them.
The dead-air threatens to kill its audience.
The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth
moves closer to the microphone.
He knows! He heard my counter-arguments
and had no reply!
Then the radio signal is lost,
static nothing but blaring static,
I don’t turn the sound off
now the car has to listen only to me
as I carry on a heated conversation
inside my talking head.
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
BLANK PAGES OF A DOORMAT
a touch of emotion is what she’s after…his touch a fire
lit inside their combatant stoves…pen ought to inspire
tit and tat attention, enclosed in verbal laundromat -
mumbling and tumbling inside - the words of a doormat
no conception in this tight-fisted vestibule - counselor points
to a list of verbs, nouns, adjectives - each word disappoints
11/14/2022
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
From Sports Pro Media.....
Reports.
The yearly contract meddling
Event, a tradition in wrestling
Where we tally winfalls, draws
DQ's, countouts.
The contenders who are named
Combatant, in each of the four
Categories, get two opportunities
At whomever has most.
The Worlds champion leads the
Field with countout losses, this
Means whomever is drawn as
Contender will have two sixty
Minute opps, to capture the Worlds
Title. This year those ranked between
Five and eleven leads the feild.
We can reveal that both tagteam
World champions have both
Indivdaul and team tallies.
Meaning if management see's fit
Half of a tagteam championship
Could make new champions, that's
How they roll!
No other would be my hero,
No other valiant combatant I have seen,
He gave all up until zero.
On his premise, I’d rather lean,
Imbibe his bravery and courage,
Fight every opposition until I win.
Wage against every tempestuous rage,
Disperse the midnight fog,
Break loose from fear’s cage.
Freed my wheel from its cog,
Wield my sword against the assailant,
Push all down the hill like a log.
Persevere until I've warded off the pursuant.
August 2, 2022.
Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest,
L. Milton Hankins
Sunken circles
Drawn faces,
Exhaustion and fever gleam
In the eyes of the badly wounded
"If they cannot stand,
They must be left behind"
None of us protest
As the situation is dire
"If fate is merciful,
They will freeze or bleed out before..."
Aircraft engines roar in distant sky..
"Before Bolsheviks arrive."
"A Soviet finds a litter half-dead defenseless men
They take the first opportunity"
To inflict upon a non combatant
The most barbaric torture and mutilation.
But we simply dispense a bullet
Suitable for a soviet burden.
Such is the war of total annihilation.
Encircled and cut off
Our forces attempt to break out at dawn,
With our final act of symbolic dissent.
We attempt to still survive.
To give credence to the losses and suffering
But apocalyptic ends await
This starving pack of desperate animals
She was a champion
A warrior
A fighter for the underdog
Queen advocate
We were in awe of her
She would jump into the fray
And fight battles
Before the rest of us
realized they were battles
She took on the wrong combatant
And wound up in the morgue
But not before she impressed us all
And helped us become the assertive women we are supposed to be.
You are under arrest for terrorism.
You will be treated as an enemy combatant.
You do not have the right to remain silent.
You do not have the right to an attorney or any representation,
and anything that you say or do,
will be used as evidence against you.
You will be placed at an undisclosed location.
most likely for your life's duration.
You do not have the right to notify or contact anyone.
You have no rights at all when it comes to terrorism.
You can even get arrested simply out of suspicion.
I used to protest and organized rallies,
but not so much anymore since the powers that we allow to be,
have deemed such behaviour as possible terrorist activity.
Woman you are monumental flower
monumental is your beauty
beauty of so noble subtlety
subtlety is the flower of the woman !
So wonderful figure woman
wonderful guardian of tenderness
tenderness that brings greatness
greatness that makes her wonderful
Phenomenal combatant woman
phenomenal presence
presence that guides our life
life beside her, is phenomenal!
Woman is sincere friend
faithful friend for life
life that she offers with love
love gives us this friend!
Ps. My tribute to the women
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