Silence lives in mind,
To remain sacred,
Yet not a secret,
But so ruthless...
Silence lies undefeated,
To redeem strength,
Yet fights not so,
Just broken blips...
Silence never go blind,
It's rather aptly florid:
A reasoning exit-
Wordy toothless...
Silence neither be cheated,
Nor conquer at length...
A lone worried soul
Wets words off lips.
My prayers are with the young
woman thrown in into moving
traffic losing her face head after
my imposter posing as me decided
to exposed my identity as a
confidential human source who
wore wires pregnant for the fbi
buying weapons and drugs
from corrupt junk sick cops
i am truly blessed sadly persons
of power tossed informants in
front of killers this young woman
death represents the effect of
exposing confidential human
sources to killers and dealers
while my imposter hops skips
jump double Dutch on justice
meanwhile I patiently await
more death threats wannabes
of who wanna brown mort
Some countries keep things confidential
New Zealand is one of those countries
as is China.
They do not have to tell everything they know.
Spreading the bad news as fast as possible like the USA.
In 1975 there was a dam collapse in China.
The Banqiano Dam Collapse
It killed up to two hundred and forty thousand people
and the Chinese kept this disaster a secret for years.
I am unsure why, but it is refreshing
that they kept it in the “family” so to speak
I imagine it kept the intruders and reporters out.
Good idea if you ask me.
delicate iris
pretty center azure pure
holds woodland secrets
Today I spoke to a fourth grader who wondered what he did wrong.
Why was he sent to me - the school counselor?
I told him that I had missed him and wanted to see him.
To check out how he was doing.
He opened up, telling me many things about his family.
His mother is in jail. He told her to not shoot at the cops.
He looks just like his father.
Look his name up on a jail site, you can see him, he said.
I don’t know a jail site, I told him.
Because I don’t.
He rolled his eyes. Can I type on your computer?
He typed, but Daddy’s photo did not appear.
Many other felons did appear with the same name.
Do you get to see your dad often? I asked him.
No. So I asked, “Where does he live?”
“That is confidential information,” he informed me prissily.
Let me tell you a story, now truth to be told,
Of the birth of my offspring, no facts to withhold.
Confidential disclosure: none of them were planned,
As my fun guy and I savoured one task at hand.
Then one bright, sunny morning I woke up to puke,
Too many drinks last night, I dismissed as a fluke.
What unfolded then felt like a cloud - but not nine!
I figured I got knocked up and what if it’s mine?
My current beau convinced me that it clearly was,
Presented hard evidence and not just because.
I expected my fun life to soon disappear,
In nine months my first bundle of joy made it clear.
She emerged very slowly, one inch at a time,
Like a Queen to the throne, regal, loud and sublime.
For good from that moment on my whole being fell
Under not known yet, but divine motherhood spell.
I embraced my new role and went on a birth spree,
So I didn’t stop til I got girl number three.
Now my beautiful daughters keep me on cloud nine -
Sublime and majestic, undeniably mine.
Mamma Mia! Girl’s tale - an extravagant plot!
Happy ending from start to finish! Dot! Dot! Dot!
April 15, 2022
Rare is his devotion
Old-fashioned and precious,
Meaningful just for her,
Abloom with earnest affection.
Nearest her beau 'en plein air',
Timid Poesie intimately nestles,
Innermost her beloved's embrace,
Cared for and cherished.
*written for the R O M A N T I C acrostic poem competition sponsored make by John Hamilton. I did not enter the competition as it was limited to 35 entries and I was too late.
My confidential government.
The secrets you must have.
The rumors there about me.
My neighbors come to salve.
My confidential government.
That nothing must get out.
My confidential government.
A stifle for my shout.
A science for your beckon.
Some words as wise as read.
The knowledge you have taken
and shared with other head.
From little men below you,
you only serve to stun.
You've taken all their will-free
and now your times begun.
Things said between two people in love, are confidential.
The behind closed door conversations are loving and special.
Many things happen to change our lives the unexpected.
Remebering God's laws and edicts in faith together your always respected.
Taking our differences my wife and I, are directed by our Lord.
Loving Jesus His sayings, guides us with our problem and we turn to the "Word."
Marriage is a confidential partnership relying on each other.
With God's Holy Spirit His given wisdom, we learned to love our sisters and brothers.
Being confidential with your maker you learn to trust.
With God's aid His special gift of love and learning about Jesus.
He is spiritually with His children He's never very far away.
Remaining confident in His "Word" we exault the Lord when we pray.
Confidence is a priority with the Fahter, He does keep His promise.
When Jesus walked He acknowledged His disciples with a kiss.
When you are in love with your mate, confidence and trust each other, it brings Love.
This is the confidential part of God has with you, your mate is from the Father up above.
After Mama is asleep
Lift the blankets up and peep
At that Purple Cat.
Keep it secret what you saw-
Purple Cat’s against the law-
(So’s the large Green Rat!)
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