The most popular newborn male’s name in Israel in 2025: Muhammad
I guess that’s what happens when 'Jews commit genocide'
They start giving their kids Moslem names, don’t they
~ Any other fraudulent claims you want to accuse Israel of today?
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If you doubt the truth of line one, please, please fact-check to your
heart's delight.
To make sure that lines two and three are clear: They are written
as total satire; They are completely and unequivocally untrue!!
The population of Israeli Arabs - that's right: Israeli Arabs who are
full citizens - while only about 25% that of Jewish Israelis, is growing
so fast that Muhammad is the most popular name for new baby males
in the entire country! Amazing! (Some 'genocide,' eh??)
her gentleman friend is not gentleman-like
a fraudulent flimflam man, a shyster named Ike
I would love to tell the cheater to take a hike
but then she would marry him said her Daddy Mike
Beware of charcoal cheats creeps and liars
Slippery sloape speech of energy vampires
They do not mean well
With green envy they swell
Back handed compliments
Full of red fire from hell
Protect yourself stay prayed up
Broken spells defeat with love
Not that you have to be weak and meek
But like an arch angel bring it with speech
No need to try to win them over at all
God has your back He won’t let you fall
But dear heart you must recognize
Fraudulent “friends” who envy your light
Keep on persevering shine on
No need in fearing sing your song
Blind them with the goodness of God
Pray He slays or saves dear heart
The streets are full of madmen
The bedrooms they are too
After hours of internet p..n
What do you expect? What do…
The kids carry guns
Challenge their arrogance
And they’ll kill you too
The madhouses have been emptied
No funds to house the insane
Waiting lines are crawling all over the city
Snaking in tangled descent into Hell’s reign
The cemeteries are ready to open their tombs
The dead will come to meet the mad
In a sanguine ceremony of riot and wounds
I see the coffins open
I see straight jackets flying like sails
Over dark rivers of blood
Splashing out in the tempest gales
I speak to myself “Put on the amour of God’s holiness
Stand against the schemes of Hell
Against the schemes of authority’s unwinding deceitful spell”
Shipwrecks are following from fraudulent choices
One upon another, upon another
Crashing against the rocks of eternity
Amidst the exploding noise of drunken whores' voices
All are drowning in self- made poison
Flowing for centuries from sick societal breasts
Sinking with hearts of stone into a deadly bottomlessness
A magnificent grey cat sits still
atop the post at a corner of the wall
I key a tin of fish, but he forgets to
trip me on the path, so fixed is he
upon the birds below him in the grass
He chitters softly,
luring them with fraudulent charisma,
bewitching them with superficial charm
At length I choose to leave him to his schemes,
untroubled by the plight of yonder birds,
for tender as they are, they possess a clever hindsight
and the agency of wings
Like elemental scribes,
they write upon the wind
and leave him limmerent,
there beneath the sky
Begin at treason acts of non allegiance
Human Speech
Business license is created to take from human voluntarily
Or otherwise
Advertising is not free speech
Use of surplus against legislation
Fraudulent bypass of poverty laws
Document theft from slaves
Slavery Acts
Calls from the job you needed
Connecting without the shove
Turning down the press
Finishing the letters in the heart shaped box
Quiting going to work
Letting yourself run out of money
Getting yourself back
We are the villains in a story they spun
We get the villain arc without being a villain
The storyline of a traumatic childhood
Living under a shadow
Constantly being misunderstood
Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good
Without being given credit of saving the world
What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward
How the real villain was the 'hero' who lied about the villains worth
How they are the scum of the earth
How they are the devil's curse
How no matter how hard they try they will always be seen by the hero's words
Plot twist
This happens in the real world
This is a story well known
Where the villains were always good
And the heroes were egotistical jerks
Through their spiteful words
Masked by an image of fraudulent perfection
The 'villains' were the innocent black people
The 'heroes' were the vindictive oppressors
Who dictated the world through their racism
Their empire built of hatred
Their status crafted through their strategic lies
The propaganda of their campaign for superiority
Is everywhere can't you see
Stop being blinded by your ignorance and open up your eyes
You creep into our lives, a shadowed cheat,
with shameless claim that you are one of us,
and so with honest poets you compete,
and cause a vile unnecessary fuss.
You take the place of poets that are true
who share their feelings spoken from their hearts,
replacing them with tripe as you pursue
the fame a poet laureate imparts.
You spew your words with elemental ease,
a fraudulent perverse poetic hack;
just blending in and trying hard to please;
your musings flow yet with emotions lack.
Though artificially intelligent
you’re duping us with this embezzlement.
July 9, 2025
Poem of the Day - July 10, 2025
From life, when all else passes away
True love will stay and never ever decay
Defying all impediments, it will survive
Leaving sweet memories, it will thrive.
Cementing hearts, it will make life jubilant.
It is never manipulative or fraudulent
Love is a flame burning bright and true
A light house in the sea for mariners to view.
In ill health and poverty, it will never subside
In rain and heat, it will prosper and never fade.
It is staying together through highs and lows,
Even when years pass and life painfully slows.
It is not just a fleeting passion but a commitment.
A bond that will brave every predicament.
It is one of mutual loyalty, trust and care
A connection that is strong and rare.
Everything else is secondary, so hold it tight,
For it ‘s a beacon in the darkest night.
Love is alike a whisper among the deaf and a light among the blind. Many have claimed to understand it and many have claim to be apart of it but alike religion, they all seem to fall short of scripture.
Love unites us all is what they say according to the rational of those claiming to be within the grasps of these inauspicious schisms as they are coddled betwixt irony and self indulgence.
Your love is salvaged only by the reluctant anecdote of those accused and in favor of self-actualization.
Their love is not only a topic of mass hysteria brought forth by the fraudulent offspring of timeless arrogance but "love" is also a wedge between free will and the limitations prevailed by hatreds depth.
Love, is beyond the reckoning of dimensional rifts and broken spatial constructs contiguous by the darkness of man born antipathy.
This is the love you idolize and seek victory within.
This is the love you claim as a self redeeming gift.
This is the love you can only grasp tangibly and without rapport.
My love, wasn't
Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet.
Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah.
I sauntered the path to the coffee shop
and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly,
astir with the recent barista flop.
I swallowed a mouthful of latte,
gagged and gargled with an unwanted flush
of caramel nut crème tickling my throat.
It made my gustatory senses gush.
After much gurgling, I gulped and groaned,
spilling the foamy froth with a loud plop.
My spirits sizzled and snapped
with the luscious last loud drop.
Having quenched my fraudulent thirst
I selfishly, yet successfully, bashed
the doleful doldrums that attended me.
I hiccupped along home and crashed.
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The life of a fraud officer
For eight years
I worked as a fraud officer
Combating visa and passport fraud
Back when I worked
As a US diplomat.
In Mumbai
There was so much fraud
But we often had no choice
But to hold our noise
And issue visas.
In Spain not as much
But still quite a bit.
I learned the hard way
So many people
Are con men and women.
Lying, cheating
To get what they want.
One learned to not take it personally
Just part of the job
Working in a broken down visa system.
Where if the client has a good lawyer
And the paperwork looked legit
They would prevail.
And so the constant games
The lies and deceit continued
To this day.
I became so cynical
About people
But detecting fraud
Was like playing detective.
Once in a while
We were able to deny
A visa.
When the fraudulent activity
Was too blatant to ignore.
It's a day that will live on and haunt history,
When a once proud nation, took a leap back in time.
As millions placed their bet on a fat felon,
While a red wave washed away any crime.
Sadly, the majorities' voice was muted, as it
Whispered quietly all the way to the polls.
Where a fraudulent felon convicted a country,
To an incarceration term with heavy tolls.
What's been spoken of in the message is penal payback,
And its vengeful talons are in a Project 2025.
Now those of conscience easily warn of its folly,
As the puppet masters quickly turn to those alive.
This is a turning point in the ledger of liberty,
When the electorate turned its back on reality.
But if I dare to look forward and prognosticate...
We'll bear witness to social and cultural chastity.
There’s no council without wise old,
Nor old that vouch dharma nor virtue,
No virtue, truth would not uphold,
Nor truth free from fraudulent hue!
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Translation |20.10.2024|assembly, old, virtue, truth, trickery
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse is taken from Mahabharata, Sabha Parva. Draupadi was molested in the royal court despite the presence of wise old people like Bheeshma, Drona, Vidur, and Kripacharya. They were all talking about dharma while allowing such a thing to happen. (What Draupadi said is valid; what Duryodhan argued is also not invalid…) The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Na saa sabhaa yatra na santi vriddhaah,
vriddhah na te ye na vadanti dharmam |
Dharmah na vai yatra cha na asti satyam,
satyam na tat yat chhala na anu-viddhyam ||
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