She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.
She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
They are trying to get rid of the "original"
Woman. [For that old Serpent hath enmity with the Woman].
They have recently judged in favor of
non biological mind induced femality over you.
While in dressing room and child scared in a corner.
I will show documents, later proving that they know full well what they are doing.
Thank Barack Obama, (he is into more than you think),
for understanding that a Woman is the rock and cornerstone of the family.
That society cannot be controlled if you have
the nuclear family.
Take the woman away from being a true woman and take her role and you have a dried out shell and empty family.
They know about false feminism, because that is what they tricked everyone with, the documents admit.
They want to mute your former self from society.
Talk about fear.
They do not want society to have anything to do with a whole Woman.
What I will show is their own words
they thought would not be found
The Obiden Administration is the yeast infection of society.
The improv of impropriety.
The B squad strip club-bullet scarred-in line item
veto
of buffet line, Golden Corral of Megiddo of Communism in the sub zero Winter of our discontent manifest manifesto, with supply lines severed and trucking lines red line crossed white line fevered,
picking up hitch-hikers instead of towing the bill
of more spam, poltical theater,
this time at the border,
Jihad ampetheater.
Where's the oil drilling, refineries, manufacturing (besides lies)
where is the poor and middle class relief?
Where's the Beef!?
Our former lives.
Well its been burned in processing plant fires,
alot of them.
Got Milk?
Got your vaccine?
Get moving this line isn't for gasoline.
Its for booster shots, the other two for media education and guillotines.(I will add this here, so there isn't 1666 characters in the box) now, 1591,
...there, oops it went down again
~Anastastia O....
I lied, CLICKBAIT!
I only have but a question to illustrate.
Is a story nothing more than roleplay-
foreplay of poetry?
Fornicators!
Muaed, ...back to the blind date. My lovelies
"Hey buddies. so what are we doing !"
Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on,
pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we,
the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured and that's gross !"
Whatevs, go .... ........ !
(Junior follows them to camp and
pisssssssses on their campfire !)
Satisfying, takes a plug of tobacco and spits on their
jelly clog-Birkenstocks-for snob hill gardening-
before they lasso the noose and hanggg me high !
Worth it.
(Disingenuous Anglish prudes gather in their jerk-circlejerk...circling typos and chanting to Mammon...
We call upon the forces of the Upper Middle Class and beyond. "Get these Wal Mart shoppers looking for bargains for the poor out of here, they are not the "beautiful ones"...")
Bows to the beautiful ones.
All hail the clique ! Click.
"...and purple lighted majesty, above the peasant crossing plane..."
I am not a wandering star whom the dark gloom envelopes
I am not a cloud empty of tears and blown by barren winds
I am not a wild wave on the sea foaming up saliva
I am not an autumn tree empty handed and cut down
I am a cloud-topped tree flowing with honey in my veins
I am a shooting star breaking through the angels' grasp
Sir Jude never gave them a thought:
Not the kind of ideas he bought.
Well-wishers went down on their knees
"Please sir, play the draws - Double Please!"
Soon, the draws great miracle wrought;
On other palms dropped what Jude sought:
Millions that shan't take one to court;
Big cash for life of any sort
And since then Jude body heat fought
At home waiting: his empty pot:
Goes to toilets of The Caught Short
Who tells people "God is my fort!"
Over solemn matters men brood.
Whoever does not clearly crude;
One is anxious to win a feud:
The face of Jude facing The Rude
And I say: it’s the right mood;
The countenance of The Shrewd,
For when it is shrewd follows food.
Over the life-changing I brood
As I wish to hear The Good;
Not like leaves shake where I’ve stood
Or, soonest, start mouthing The Rude
And sorrow drowning in The Brewed.
Be happy
For the peace of mind
Be scrappy
And celebrate to go blind
Of the joy you've find
Never permit
The drabness in your situation
Never admit
It could stoke up your reason's activation
To drive home happiness for there is no permanent situation
Be glad
For in life exist CHANGE
Be mad
To try cover up in range
That people wonder greatly; how strange?
Keep the fun glooming
Which braces your ways
Keep the emotion flourishing
Twist of ways to enjoy your days
And hope all wishes aren't mere says
The assurance ranting in you
Is enough to keep you moving
The precious flow of your muse ever new
Is enough to keep you inking...
And get the world whirling . ..
No doubt
Can delay the glory
No cutout
Can stop the lorry
To all threat, is a big sorry
In Christ
Rest your success
In tryst
Rest your redress
Just choose right and be not stressed
Shine bright
It's still your day... Jude Chukwu
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
The best intention is still rude,
If into others’ affairs intrude:
As two hit each other over food
And you don’t over restraint brood
Nor from the drama keep away:
A begging role of a stowaway …
For this resent I John Jude
Whom I address as The Rude
And would maliciously exclude
From honors I should him include.
The intruder shooting others’ trouble
Could his house end in rubble,
For its rebuilding spend double,
The clean-shaven keeping a stubble.
A picture paints a thousand words
A mighty sword
A shield to match
Upon this day
Reward ; a velvet bag of golden whey
On next she vallently rode
With bow and arrow
And might she strode
With nerve of steel and poise she stood
Her armour shone for all to see
She shot her arrow on bended knee
Direct and quick it flew with speed
With heart and soul upon the deed .
The square root of an Epiphany
—is hope
(Villanova Sacristy: March, 2021)
I
David Frost in the month of September
Before the US opening in October
(Not live, except Paul sang live throughout;
But the mixed fans will thrill; even a turbaned Sikh)
So if you fell weighed down today in 2020
Go back in time; thanks to YouTube: "Make it better!"
II
Please SEARCH this video from those glorious Beatles' archives
Feel the PEACE & HOPE from the Pauls, Ringos, Lennons, & Georges
In South Africa, our budding talents, sang : HEY JUNE
And it is making the rounds: SEARCH that too
"Hey June, in South Africa" and get my news. Better 'n' BETTER!
A CAT, A HORSE AND JUDE
I am a tabby, with one green eye and the other blue,
My human mummy always says “North I love you’,
And I reply ‘hey Jude, you’re amazing, I love you too’
She cuddled me, “without you North, what would I do!’
It is Winter, and very cold, we live in Canada up North
Hence my name, I lay by a log fire and constantly purr,
I suddenly spot a mouse running back and forth
But too lazy to move, Jude bends down and strokes my fur.
‘Tomorrow we will go up to the stables and visit Gemini’
Gemini is one of Jude’s race horses, he is pretty cool,
‘Please don’t put me in the saddle, he might take off and I’ll die!’
‘No, dear Tabby, I certainly won’t, know you’re afraid, I’m no fool.’
Gemini heard them coming, got excited and started to neigh,
Jude loved horses, stoked his mane and kissed his silky forehead,
‘Jude is a sweetheart’ said North as she walked away to get some hay,
‘I agree’ said Gemini, ‘I know her well for here I was bred’.
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