IRAN CONDITION
PURSUING THEIR AMBITION
AND TRUMP SUBMISSION
If It had conditions it would not be Love
I Love who I Love
My heart Belongs to Kamca
Jesus also Owns my heart
No divisions
Love without conditions
Love is who God is He binds together all things
Czechia is my home
Israel is my home
Chicago is my home
I have Love on Youtube Across the internet
I have Love within my heart
My Lord Jesus is my best friend
Being a Best friend is forever unconditional eternal
I do not own my Best friend never would
That is the opposite of Love
Jesus loves us all he does not force us to Love him
God is with us He Loves freely
I am Patrick son of Jesus Ambassador Pattrick
I will always Love You who are reading this family of God
My best friend God created me with free will to be myself
I chose to Love freely as always Trust in Love over Apathy or Hate
Love is patient kind unselfish it has no conditions
Sending street people home. It’s too cold.
God can clear streets faster than you can say, “boo.”
Fresh, crisp air - the cleanse of triggered scent.
The lift of higher and higher white suds of flakes.
Go home! Catch your breath. Put on your boots.
Play with powdered refresh. Don’t go back
to same old, same old. You can be renewed.
If you can’t open your door, God still
wants you to stay indoors. Don’t waste
your time. Pray on your knees. Lift
your hands, dance indoors. Praise the Lord!
Blizzard conditions! How cool! No need to work.
Take that rest; pass the test. Oh I fear…
yes, most will will return to the muck.
Lie in the snow, for a while become an angel;
or just cosset those wings - don’t get buried
in all your troubles, mind your business -
God’s business. Don’t slip!
Don’t shovel a heart attack. Get your heart straight.
Enjoy your blizzard. Spring is flying with the geese.
When you stare at those snow flowers and trees
remember how wholesome and bright is life.
They love in terms, not open arms,
In borrowed warmth and hidden harms.
What feeds their ego feels like care,
But fades the moment you’re not there.
It’s not a bond, it’s give and take,
A need disguised as love they fake.
Every test breaks you enough to see,
Love with conditions will never let you be!
Terms and conditions apply,
They create rules, for us to abide
Terms and conditions apply,
Made for a black person to survive
Terms and conditions apply,
For the most basic human rights
Terms and conditions,
Made only for our existence,
Not for protection,
But for the sake of our oppression,
To keep us under surveillance,
Monitored by a legal binding -
To make sure we ‘behave’
And not break a contract,
Only their hands signed
Terms and conditions,
Used, to excuse their obsession,
With policing our every movement
Terms and conditions -
To legalise their racism
A poet exposes scenes to explore new horizons
unfolding under expansive or confining domes
We slow it down, decelerate, discern
unveiling are a fable's morals and concerns
taking pause to commune with fauna and elm
serenely does nature speak throughout her realm
our phrases linger with new colors
hues vibrant encompass as skylines
our dimensions broaden anew
sentences chosen carefully carry more import
with words nuanced, renewed
with a more sentient bite
with emotions more candid
abashedly bare, a despair founded
with paroxysm of catharsis we quill
weeping of our dormant essence shaken to life
confessions deepening, plunging in thought
letting the afflatus of passion flow
I Am Anaya
quill & inkwell love
11/14/25
so much conditions -
in the poetry contests -
are not cool at all
harsh judgments abound
transactional conditions~
such friendship I shun
We are all looking for unconditional love but facing the reality of life's conditions that block our path
With no attachments
No possession nor expectations,
Love like you DON'T.
With no demands
No conditions nor Afflictions
Love like you DON'T.
Let them question your intentions
As you allow yourself to settle,
Like a river with no shore.
Like you don't care
Be like a dream,
That fades with no trace.
Ofcourse it's dangerous game
But will definitely let you know
If it is worth a stay,
It will let you know if it is safe to finally show.
when someone says," life without money is a dirty well."
other one says ," life without Jesus is hell,"
I can say ," it is hard to understand life well.
October 02/2023
Human conditions have no precedence
Over dogmatism, mindlessness, hatred
Religion and exploitation of
one's mind and body, One's lineage
and whence it came from.
Generation to Generation makes
everyone unique and universal in
all magnitudes within this planet
called earth. Respect should be
the common denominator to the
bits and pieces of this World 's
puzzle.
Negative behaviors are often
instilled into one's mind from
childhood throughout adulthood
because of the stereotyping of
one's intellectual and individually,
was seized and restrained.
Therefore acts of love and kindness
worldwide preferably would be
a solution and would be a more
peaceful realm to dwell.
Late at night, way up north, Santa delves
into making identity elves.
When pressed, none remember
their pronouns or gender,
but it’s specist to sit upon shelves.
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for the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 11/16/22
rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
syllables (9/9/6/6/9) checked with howmanysyllables.com
Eerie feel 'pon the air
Cloudy conditions reign
Something is going to happen
Different not the same
Because clouds misshapen
Eerie feel 'pon the air
Where will it go from here
Is it a symbol of times?
Danger on every front
Life no longer worth a dime
Eerie feel 'pon the air
One time man had a purpose
He made in God's image
Had a desire to please
Love God, felt call to worship
Eerie feel 'pon the air
All news casts tragedy
Fear descending 'pon man
But someday soon the end
Peace and love God's game plan
Abandoned always live angry
because they always sleep hungry
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