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Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of Europe
Glory to God in the highest
For crowning Mama Mary among the rest
As Queen of Europe & of the Universe
Queen of all European Catholic/Universal believers
You are the Queen of Europe – The Christendom
Europe – The Seat of Power of the Papal Kingdom
God bless Europe for having Mama Mary
Oh Universal Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-11/24/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of the Universe
THE RAIN IT DOES POUR
FRANKLY, WE DID WIN THIS WAR
TRUMP SEEKS EXIT DOOR
In whose mirror's transparency
A clear liquid's
What reflects of self admiring
Dream-fluid is.
Of whose image's row on row
Wall to wall sheen
What tis helps maintain the upkeep
Swan, duck that preen.
Wake up, citizens of Europe.
Your nations are dying in silence.
Criminals wear crowns of democracy.
They serve not you, but their ego.
They speak of freedom,
while selling war.
They wave the flag of peace,
but their hands drip with oil and blood.
Ukraine burns.
Children cry beneath falling skies.
And they call it strategy.
Tell me,
in whose interest is this war?
Not yours.
Not the farmer.
Not the worker.
Not the mother who prays at night.
NATO does not speak for you.
It speaks for the few
who feast while you starve.
Your taxes feed the war machine.
Your sweat builds their empires.
While you stand in cold streets,
searching for work,
they count their gold.
Rise, citizens of Europe.
Before silence becomes your grave.
Before your cities become ashes
and your children forget your voice.
Europe is bleeding.
Her heart grows weak.
You can still save her—
but not with fear,
not with hate,
only with courage and truth.
The time is now.
Unite.
Speak.
Act.
Or history will whisper your shame.
Because of the holiday the Lourve was closed.
Mary was impressed with the French pastry
that tasted just as good as it looked.
Horrible coffee, good chocolate & delicious thick soups.
Beautiful clothes with prohibitive prices.
We boarded the Albert Express for Switzerland
with a bottle of wine and a big bag of pastries.
Take me back to Paris, I can’t stand the fresh air and healthy people of Switzerland
Arrived in Lucerne with time to enjoy the fountains in all the squares —
they were boarded up a couple days later.
Delicious cheese fondue, murals painted on the old houses,
a quaint town for William Tell, with his bow and barefooted boy.
A Train from The Alps to Venice.
Train to Florence, Hotel Majestic,
whole city is an art Gallery.
Michelangelo square, mosaic jewelry, leather goods.
Flores Hotel in Rome, Vatican, Parthenon.
St. Paul without the walls, St. Peters in chains,
Nightclub tour of the city, Old Appian way,
Capuchin Church with all the bones...
You ruled the world with iron and lies.
Five hundred years of noise,
five hundred years of pain.
You called your conquest civilization,
your theft, discovery,
your cruelty, progress.
You built kingdoms upon stolen bones,
cathedrals upon blood and grief.
You crowned yourselves gods,
and forced the world to kneel.
But what goes up must come down.
Even gods fall.
The scripture you gave by force
now testifies against you —
“God cannot be mocked.”
You shall reap what you sow.
The harvest of sorrow draws near.
Your towers of deceit will tremble.
Your gold will turn to dust.
Your children will hunger.
Your nations will divide.
And those you once enslaved
will feed you crumbs,
as the wheel turns full.
The color you worshipped
will become a mark of shame.
Your arrogance will echo
as laughter across the Earth.
And when the new world asks,
“Why has Europe fallen?”
the prophets will answer —
They harvested what they planted.
They said gold grows on European streets
so we traded our dreams for drowning boats
chasing shadows across the Mediterranean sea
while our mother’s soil cried beneath our feet.
We forgot the farms that fed our fathers
the markets that sang our native names
believing salvation lived in strangers’ lands
but only found cold waves and empty frames.
Our future is not in Europe
nor in the coins they toss our pain
it lives in the hands we’ve yet to build with
in the home we left, where hope remains.
With smiles they waved goodbye
barefoot on the soil that raised them
carrying nothing but names
and the weight of dreams too heavy for home.
They spoke of Europe
like it was morning on the other side of night
and more prayers than food.
Is this hope?
To trade the peace of home for a foreign land?
Or is it loss
leaving love behind for a future that may not come?
This is human migration
not statistics but sons and daughters
not numbers but beating hearts
crossing borders just to feel human again.
The Problem of Europe.
Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to
think of I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales
demanding to be taken seriously.
The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair
bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking
the ladies for the beautiful flowers.
Until one remembers the Bush and Blair two knights
who wedges war against Islam by invading Iraq and
fight a religion all good Christians and Hebrews detest.
So if you thought religious wars were of the past
you’re wrong the western occupiers of Palestine are
but a religious war. Israel is a European enclave.
In Europe, Islam is a strong, demanding alien force
that we must not give in to, but we must
respect their discipline, devotion, and morality.
Should the good people of Europe find I slam a better
and more fulfilling religion than our Christianity, it is
because our culture is spent and insipid.
History is written by the victors
Old history of the vanquished dies
More citizens become the victims
Jailed for the spoken past time lies
New rhetors set the TV truth
New garden owners smell new roses
And like it happened in my youth
The Europe gains the new exodists
The gates are closing, but I’m home
I’m sitting here writing stories
The leaders come and leaders go
I cannot change their plot of worries
Some monuments will be demolished
Some will be proudly erected
Some writers books will be abolished
Some other writers recommended
Some businesses they’ll double tax
Some won’t be taxed at all, guess why
The victors call me to their acts
I've no desire to reply.
An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'
He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!
Hurt Europe
Starmer and Macron dislike leaving the scene of a crime, not yet concluded, they will meet for lunch to discuss how they can prolong the Ukraine war and help Zelinsky win over Putin’s Russia, they have been sidelined by Trump who wants peace and gets his praise, a Nobel Medal
Trump, the man doesn't want them meddling it is his alone, needs not a humiliated Europe to snag get their foot in with left-winged nonsense Rutte, the new NATO boss has read the ruins he talks about China to please the USA and thinks of sending troops to defend Indonesia.
After lunch, Starmer had lamb chops, Macron had oysters they walked to the Louvre and spoke about European culture, forgetting Europe is not a state but a landmass of many countries that might not share their knowledge of Rodin, later they went to Cabaret in Montmartre
What is missing in this city?
What is missing in Stockholm, in Paris,
In London and Copenhagen,
The sun.
What is missing in this city?
What is missing in Paris, in Brussels,
In Honfleur and Geneva,
L'ennui
What is missing in this city?
What is missing in this city?
What is missing in Lyon, Paris, Marseille,
nice people, forgiving people in heaven,
People watching the sea,
What is missing in this city?
What is missing in Paris, Berlin, Lisbon
Or in Rome, Vienna or Sarajevo,
Youth, youth, youth,
A girl who says YES to birds,
A poet who says YES to a girl,
The sun finally, which says: «Yes, I like you as you are».
Europe
is in meltdown, high-interest rates
and expensive petrol and electricity
combined to impoverish countries after
country which threatens
Europe put their eggs in one basket
and became ruled by the USA
In Portugal, we see the dramatic rise
of "Chega" an anti-immigration party
that came from nowhere and won
third place in the election
people are fearing for their futures
and turning right
the disaster began with the bombing
of North stream two, an American
terror act helped by the US acolyte
the Norwegian Navy.
Norway has a lot of gas and oil, but she
is not master of her house, American
oil business still dictates
As for Britain, she is a basket case with
a foreign minister who talks like Britain
is a superpower it was in 1903
I fear Europe has had its time for China
and the Bricks countries are the new
masters
Europe will become a quaint place
for people of the East can visit to see
who how the dwellers used to live
so, not all is lost, the tourist industry
can employ servants and cooks
then you rushed into the leafy courtyard late
like you’d just been thrown in by some hand
but we hadn’t actually arranged it yet
I knew immediately the timeline was
malfunctioning, still, I went with it anyway
for old time sake and the yesterdays to come
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