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the dogs seemed confused
We had taken Sophie with us
She was their old queen
feisty, grouchy, throwing out edicts
where is she? They asked us with their dog eyes
What did you do with her? They accused us.
We were already hurting; Sophie’s stroke had taken the energy out of us.
My husband and I were quiet for several days, hurting separately.
Our dogs are not cattle here, they are family members.
the dogs searched for Sophie until they found her.
We both knew she was still here.
I sensed her on the bed.
The bed went down in the small of my back.
As it always had when she was here physically.
The difference is, now she is here in spirit.
Our dogs always sense her first.
Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
I feel despondent.
Am I susceptible to morbid views?
I walk the hard sandy path
Where the sky drifts into the sea
As waves roll gently on my feet.
I am oblivious of the inconvenience of all.
The sun goes to rest.
I prefer the bright skies.
I care not of the mellow sinking sunset.
For there I’m leashed to your dusk.
We meet in high street.
An altercation takes place.
I am dragged to a courtroom,
Accused though really innocent.
The magistrate bangs the gavel.
The only witness is called.
In the mists of your eyes
I expect to see love. I see none.
I gave you my all, where is my adulation,
my relish, my zeal?
The magistrate looks annoyed.
This is a simple case.
Give each a kiss and be done with it.
We comply reluctantly. A long lingering kiss.
Meant mainly to appease the magistrate.
The court case is finalized. No real damage.
I take her out for a drink.
What am I to do with her?
I do not want her really!
Release me. I plead.
Burn me with your love poison.
I may find some peace.
It is not to be—the finality of love.
My life will be melancholy forevermore.
Placed 2
Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
Your lips preach freedom,
but your hands drip with the oil of innocent blood.
You speak of peace,
but your bombs have baptized the earth in chaos.
I have seen your flags fly high
in Baghdad, in Kabul, in Tripoli—
not as symbols of liberty,
but as shadows over graves you helped dig.
You called Saddam a demon,
spoke of weapons never found—
but the only weapon that killed thousands
was your lie, polished and televised.
You turned the Holy Land
into a furnace of weeping mothers.
And still, your voice says:
"We fight for democracy."
But democracy does not come
on the back of tanks.
It does not wear uniforms that trample
the cries of the oppressed.
You speak of the International Criminal Court—
and yet,
you silence it when the gavel falls
on one of your own:
Benjamin Netanyahu, the accused,
bathed in Gaza’s smoke,
but guarded by your shield of denial.
You call yourselves the civilized,
but your soul has forgotten
the God who lifts the humble
and breaks the prideful.
Now, the Global South is rising—
with the dignity you once denied them.
They remember Congo.
They remember Haiti.
They remember the long night of colonial cruelty.
You call them enemies,
but they are only your mirror,
reflecting your sins with sobering truth.
And I say to you:
> What you do unto the least of these, you do unto yourselves.
For every empire built on lies will fall by truth.
Your children will ask one day:
"What did you build, father?"
Will you say:
"I built prisons in Palestine and playgrounds in Texas?"
No—
the world will not forget,
and neither will God.
> “For everyone who exalts himself shall be humbled,
and the one who humbles himself shall be exalted.”
Amen.
as God is our witness…
you told me you loved her
adored her
could see no beauty like her
worshiped her
would never hurt her
she was your queen
the greatest creation seen
then you changed
became deranged
cursed her
debased her
embarrassed her
raped her
said you made love to her
deranged
like a mad dog
with the mange
you went and hit her
forgot to remember
what I said
‘bout gon’n up side yo head
that’s why you’re nearly dead
and I’ll gladly stand accused
of defending the abused
touch my baby a’gin
and ’om gonna commit a cardinal sin
take my case to the bench
plead the 5th and old testament
so you better look out boy
wallowing in your feigning joy
you better open your eyes and see
there’re a lot out here just like me
abuse our baby one more time
and it’ll surely be your last crime:
as God is our witness
you need to start praying for forgiveness.
Wind plots path confronts tree micro-mass mole,
Legions of leaves, twigs, armored branches whole,
Ill-equipped convictions were extensive,
Stamina, held, losses were intensive.
Sun floats freely above and takes delight,
Wielding its rays, every way, all its might,
Shines through numerous limbs abandoned truth,
Dries foundation, steep its fingers, soiled root.
Rain downpours, floods, futile and unyielding,
Guilty stands accused, exposed, unfeeling,
Its decay, branch, leaves fall, full exposure,
Typical tree, being plain, disclosure.
Commonality as being a tree,
Frail, hail, fail, sail, parts of my history.
2019 October 06
It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.
We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,
Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?"
So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains.
And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant
quills and propagandized brains.
There's not a scintilla of humor whatsover involved in this.
Just knives, cruel words and even our baseball bats and fists.
Keep reading and listening to hateful words and soon they
are your own.
The grass you walk on turns to broken glass, your hateful
words become shards that you cannot disown.
Making fun of others or belittling them to mere nothings?
Is one Hall of Fame to save ourselves from and find positive
moorings and dockings.
To take the gift of poetry and turn it into a hapless mockery?
Is surely is no show of goodness, humanity, nor is it poetic gallantry.
~*~*~*~
Exodus23:1 "You shall not circulate a false report.
Do not put your hand with the wicked to be an
unrighteousness witness.
No matter who originates the accusation, we should
not repeat and spread it."
Lots of people in the Bible have been innocently accused
and since.
*It goes on daily on the Internet and so called news sources*
~*~*~*~
February 2, 2020
7am PST
I have no objection to anyone and anything
pious to wicked,
angelic to devilish,
gentle to ferocious
from the flora and fauna on this earth
I have no objection
I am
an atheist as well as a theist,
an agnostic as well as a pantheistic,
a polytheistic as well as a monotheistic,
a believer of shaped Gods to shapeless God
and shapeless to nothingness
everywhere my thought is pervaded
a pessimist as well as an optimist about myself
No; As a believer of God I have no complaint to created anyone and things
But when I go to God then I incline to ask Him
As a Creator why He plays these joking games with all His creations
Where some are selected as the Prophets, Angels, Kings, Queens, Pious….
there some are selected as the followers, Devils, Slaves, wicked …..;
Where He gives power some to understand deeply and shrewdly all
there some follow blindly and slavery;
Where He gives to someone the physical mighty to be the king of the forest
there some spend their life in fearing of the brutal claws;
Satan was His creation as like as Adam
So, why Satan is accused of all evil deeds where He appointed him to do these
From Him, all wicked thoughts are implemented as like as prophetic thoughts
If no one can do anything little bit without His concern and permission
So, Why this game that there He created Hell for Wicked, Heaven for Virtuous
Where He knows everything the ultimate result there why He needs these childish diversions!
-Chattogram
(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!