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Senate Intelligence
By Franklin Price
6/8/2017
Senate intelligence, not so sure I saw today.
Those words an oxymoron for what I heard some say.
Do not become political, I heard the chairman speak.
Some of them would not comply, their minds were just too weak.
I'll not point my fingers, not be specific in my point.
If you watched, you may agree, there were non-listeners in the joint,
that thinly veiled or blatantly, proudly took their party's side
I saw again the sad state we're in, “You did not listen”, is what I cried.
You had a chance to clear the air through a fine upstanding man
That he was canned by the president, of that I'm not a fan
I think he has integrity and he did his job too well
Tried to be all to everyone. I think that's why he fell.
Position required arm's length, unbiased and aloof
Made some very tough decisions and it all went through the roof
Stepped on several psycho toes by thinking for himself
Was much too good, thought consequence, and now he's on the shelf.
The FBI director's job should be autonomous
With freedom to investigate all the crime done on the bus
Without the threat of firing, without sufficient cause,
Investigate to solution without oxymoron pause.
It's a shame we don't have Hoover still, who covered his own ass.
Collected trash on everyone, to mess with him must pass
If you tried to take him down, you were likely going too
Then your royal job, upon the hill, would no longer be for you.
There always are temptations to selfishly advance
To give you free vacations, to put money in your pants
You better clean your act up, we the people watching too.
The president got Comey. We don't have to vote for you.
A letter poem to the next black Friday (On the eve of)
I was encouraged to promote a white lie
Poetry I need to bid you farewell
I may stay silent, act up in intricacy
And also declare, I am no longer there, you are a departed line
That can only wait for a longer wait time.
Density of the white lies. Do you know the depth? I asked.
It depends. In many ways this will let you know
Once these are settled in, these are case specific test results
Like toothed whale (Orca), Salamander or even a siamese.
Wait! I think I got you, I said.
This is the calculator which I bought from Walmart supercenter
Passed the Fundamental Exam , these were eight hours long
They generated a number, I did pass, eventually
But I was determined that I will return the calculator to the store.
Cost benefit ratio, sounds like Herohito or Huang Ho
Was it imposter syndrome?
And you too!
An interview, a bought receipt of a complete and a refunded receipt
I did not know after hiring, was it accomplished or not, perhaps you did, perhaps not
These are all fraudulent behavior , taking our reference to the lowest.
Yet to begin. They sleep with me under my comforter.
They will grow up one day, they aspire
And they die every single day.
My life will eventually turn the other lane; I’ll rely on God to lead me…
Hopefully he’ll unbuckle me free
Perhaps there’s a better pathway to roam about and be cheery…
Someday His Kingdom will become a thrilling reality
It’s a grand visit to meet up with fabulous brethren at church—we certainly have a big role to play
I have to wait on God to direct me to the right way of life
It’s gonna take some time to achieve my role—having to be the good example…I have to obey
For the Lord is a great tool to eliminate the lingering strife
It’s the greatest time ever! This day represents a perfect time to celebrate God’s glorifying image… so He tells me to get my act up and to boost up my confidence
I had to integrate all of my thoughts and put them in a single-filed line to march them towards happiness and paradise
The meaning of this great Feast is an endorsing tool to keep in touch with church friends and such—this is definably God’s holy day; it all makes sense
Who’s going to roll that dice? Do I have to take my turn or do I have to be willing to wait for God’s everlasting advice?
So far, it’s been a delightful visit, so I’m not heading that way towards that unpleasant freeway
So, I’ll build some patience towards God so he can direct me to a radiant light
That gives me plenty of time to relax my tension; He even listens to what I need to say
Oh, the Lord knows how to lift me up in his insightful scriptures, even in the darkest of night
When I look up to Him with diligence, honesty, and loyalty,
He shows me the best pathway to roam around in undying light
He forgave my wrongdoings and unbuckled me from being led astray— he made me pray steadfastly
The Lord will always be my key of vibrant life, even in the beginning of flight
Who Am I To You?
Am I just a stranger?
An online lover or a nobody
That once who passes by
In a lifetime of your stream ?
Maybe a poet?
A woman only good in sweet words.
Easily fooled by his own feelings,
And by the world that often says
I am just another plaything?
A con artist? A pervert? A toy? Or
Perhaps, one of your movie character
That portrays your imagination
In a stage play of fantasy and dreams?
I am not perfect.
This is reality.
I am not a role model.
I have lapses and flaws.
I am not the woman of your past.
I can't look like her or be like that.
I am not whole, I am also broken
And still have issues of my own .
But the truth is, all of us
Needs to be loved and trying to love
In one way or another, our denials
That we keep telling ourselves
Will be defined by time and memories,
If we're truly happy of being alone.
If not, then tell me
Who am I to you?
Please tell me what we have
Is true, before I go...
©® Ven-lyn A Valdez
Who You Are To Me?
I find myself in thy manger
You are a modern Peabody
Whose pen aids to dye
My board with awesome dream
You are more than a poet!
The one out of all beautiful birds
That freely flies around the earth's ceiling
Unlike the caged birds with less ways
Timely been abating
The twist, the challenge, the fruit outpour
Enough pieces crushing like a constrictor
Holding unto a great aspiration
Flowing through grace so agleam
I am not only for prospect
This may be false in its seeming triviality
I am not a mollycoddle
Yet have respect for tight clause
You become of me, an enthusiast
With keen interest not eyeing to scat
Even when all of it is token
Bountiful harvest are from vial seeds, sown
Nevertheless, in my fuss
I will always be the real dove
And not act up for trials
Abandoned on shelves
The much ado about plight in diaries
Crying for reading to be well known
Life is short, let it be
Less to the review
More to life shouldn't really be halve
Totality is key to overlook every foe
You are who you are
Keep doing what you know best
Someday, you will be the shining star
Silent helpers locate what resisters detest
Shine on.........
©® Wems Henry Temmy
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
Right out the gates they slap you
And here it is, you brand new
Don't worry there's much more to come
As you take in your new view
A cold gray world to greet you
Welcome to the club
Just a kid in all you do
Do everything that they tell you
Act up and you'll be drugged
Learning early to stay in line
Mind your manners and you'll do fine
Welcome to the club
Quickly are your teenage years
Not finding friends, your biggest fear
In wanting to be loved
You clutch and grab at any straw
Try your best to bend its will
Welcome to the club
As you reach for adolescence
There's no more need to be guessing
You'll figure out soon enough
You'll learn in time to accept them
All of these hard knock life lessons
Welcome to the club
Then you reach adult years
All your hopes, dreams, and fears
Get rolled up into one
Your youthful vigor will soon become
Worn out jeans inside the wash
Welcome to the club
You watch in wonder as years fly by
Hear distant thunder from your coming life
Close but not yet done
There's a few more angry bites
To be taken out your hide
Welcome to the club
Now old and gray is all you see
Pack your bags get set to leave
As aches and pains daily beat you up
Inches away from the grave
No more need to count the days
Welcome to the club
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
Joe barely knows and doesn’t much care
When all he can muster is the 50 yard stare,
Once a great man now just a shell
Hell of a shame he can't hear the bell.
Time is my friend for as every week passes,
The closer I get to those fawning masses,
Cheering me on as I take our great oath
Sealing my path, cementing my growth.
Joe's a mere tool I’ll use till I'm ready,
But it needs to be soon as he's ever less steady,
Have him beat Trump, that foul mouthed buffoon,
Then on to dear Joe who shan't be immune.
The Media will gush, but just for a bit,
While I contentedly wait and quietly sit,
One gaffe way too many, they'll call for his head,
And here am I ready to jump in instead.
Madam President, sure has a ring,
A fine tune Beyonce will conjure and sing,
As to the fact I wasn't elected,
Who cares if it's me that must be selected.
For those that once doubted my
inscrutable skills,
It gives me the goosebumps and even the chills,
I socked it to Hillary and Trumped the great chump,
So call me Kamala, the Queen and a Champ.
Do you think you can do anything you want to?
You can my friend
But do you have to?
No
You don't have to do anything
Not if you don't want to
God does not force you
No matter what He tries
God cannot force anything on you
God gives us free will
And He is the One who controls that free will
So the next time you act up
Don't think that it is you who act up
But it is He who makes you act up
It's usually for a reason
Whether He is about to do something for you
Or give you something
Or just plain bored
I don't know
Who knows?
But usually He does it for a reason
I don't understand why everything cannot be calmly water
Why do you have to stir it?
But God likes to do that
He does not want us to become stagnant water
Where everything settles
He wants it stir up as He is about to drink it
Lol what?
Whatever - you get what I am saying
Just like lemonade
Do you stir it before you drink it?
My point
I am not making lemonade
You got it, God?
There I go again lol
Anyway I found that God always gives
at the end of my storm
Or my escapade
But that I'd never learn
Because I am peace loving, God
I want to be quiet, left alone, and in peace
No chance of that
Why can't things stay the way they are?
Why do I have to change?
When can I be constant?
No chance of that neither
So there God You got the good head
Go ahead and do whatever You want
And I just do whatever I want
Until You....
You got it - whatever
Soft brown eyes with sharp tongue
Meaning to distract the dumb
A little warning before a slap
Hard knocks hard life traps
Lots of love when you are ill
Prayers hugs and home cooked meal
Long black stares when you act up
Quick glare with action follow up
Eating less so kids eat more
Needing blessing cause it fell on the floor
Home is warm not rich or poor
Middle class until we pay the Lord
Tithes a tenth or feel her wrath
Need consent in church to laugh
At a joke meant for the mature
Holy Ghost will keep us pure.
She wears name brand from the thrift
But yours is new and a purchased gift
She loves hard makes it easier for you
Praying to God as mothers do.
I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly..........
Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
Fire colabs from here to infinity
you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality
we're in another galaxy
you've barely the ability of a fetus
how dare you compete with us
and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap
put your dick between your legs and make a tail
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail,
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
with terrible stale dribble
that you squiggle
all brainless and minimal
like an unevolved mammal
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable,
I desire a quick fire high flyer
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school.
collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda