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Premium Member Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, 
poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence...” 
--John F. Kennedy

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Soldiers of our armed forces,
Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores,
Light the way like liberty blazing torches

They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces,
urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, 
Soldiers of our armed forces

Now Send home change of addresses,
stories, photos, emails, strange places,
Light the way like iron cut by torches

Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises,
brows sweating, under helmet gushes,
Soldiers of our armed forces

Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches,
thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights,
Light the way like laser torches

Loved ones wear yellow broaches,
anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles,
Soldiers of our armed forces,
Light the way like liberty blazing torches.

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/23/2010
All Rights Reserved.


Valentine Experience

It’s again that time of the year
When words bandied are ‘Love’ ‘Romance’, and ‘My Dear’
Question popped is,
“Will you be my Valentine’?
No, nothing wrong in it
That’s fine
But to find ‘genuine’ love
And not to be scoffed
Take advice from…
No, no Love Guru
But someone who has gone through
The Valentine charade
That Love parade
Yep, someone like me
I assure you
No consultation fee
Both of you may think
‘We are made for each other’
But just look around brother
See the fun
Everyone’s under the same impression
So, don’t be fooled
By the Valentine feel
You need not paint the town red
On the contrary
Ensure your relationship is on an even keel
In case of incompatibility
Rid yourself quickly
Give her up for good
And don’t say, “If only I could”
If you follow this
You’ll be in ‘permanent’ bliss
Keeping yourself out of harm’s way
For example, let’s say
The snorting father
And the charging mother
If you be both judicious and bold
You are sure to hold
Your own-
Her skin
As well as your bone
Turn to someone else
Let your charm sell
See that your new partner oozes love
Addresses you as
‘My Dove’
Remains with you
Through thick and thin
Above the Valentine din
And before I close
Do you have any questions to pose?
I know what’s passing in your mind
You want to find
Whether it’s my ‘Valentine experience’ which speaks
If it is this
What you seek
Well, only the wearer knows
Where the shoe pinches
So, the matter that clinches
If for someone’s love
You don’t pine
You’d never write
Such silly lines
© Vijai Pant  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Hit List, Mass Destruction, and Violence

Myrolvorets is a Ukraine website that publishes a running list of people
considered to be enemies of Ukraine whose actions are crimes against
National Security, peace, human security, and international law.  The
identity of staff is secret. The site has no official status but is used. 
It's slogan is  "for the public" .  It includes the personal data, email
addresses, and other information of journalist, terrorists, and other
people from all walks of life.  There are thousands on this hit list in 
2023, maybe even millions and that is very scary to think about. 

Another problem for the world is the gathering of weapons of mass
destruction, be it nuclear, radiological, chemical, biological, or other
types that are being created and housed in countries all over the 
world just so they are ready.  I think it is appalling  that there is 
no consideration to the slaughter of people nature, animals, and the 
suffering and the misery these would have on the world. Oh what if!

Also, viewing and experiencing violence on television, or in movies,
or in games has a desensitizing effect on people with a potential
to develop aggression in viewers. The disturbing content of shooting
guns, bombing, fighting, killing that some find enjoyable in time can
cause nightmares, depression, bullying, fear, stress, anxiety and lack
of empathy. Killing seems normal, bang, bang your dead.

There is a lot to be afraid of in 2023 . . . 

______________________
January 29, 2023


Poetry/Narrative/Hit List, Mass Destruction, and Violence
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1521-999-29
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Hit List 2023
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 02/11/2023

First Place
Form: Narrative

Premium Member White Wolf, I Bleed For You

Once upon a time
Distant memories 
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
 
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
 
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
 
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
 
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
 
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
 
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
 
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
 
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
 
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
 
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
 
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
 
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions


A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Christmas Day 1943 In North Platte, Nebraska

The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced!
Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced.
Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home this Christmas Day were hard to bear.
The mournful wail of the engine's whistle added to their loneliness and despair.

The troop train provided very little conveniences for the miserable men.
No showers, a potbellied stove for heat and a tasteless meal now and then.
Little sleep was had since there were no berths or fancy Pullman cars.
Even a nap in their seats was fitful due to the coaches rocking jars!

Ah, but there was good news ahead for these young men on the way to war!
The sergeant announced, "We're stoppin' at North Platte, Nebraska! Ain't very far!
The kind ladies of North Platte is waitin' to greet youse on this Christmas Day!
Now, watch yer language, comb yer hair and shine yer shoes wid'out delay!"

The ladies of North Platte met every train passing through since the war began!
From the bounty of their farms they provided food for each and every man!
Ladies from miles about brought fried chicken, candy, apple pies and cakes,
Even popcorn balls with addresses of girls wrapped therein, for heaven's sakes!

Each train stopped for twenty minutes or so to take on more water and coal,
But those precious moments lifted the morale of the men which was the ladies goal!
They met as many as thirty-two trains a day serving nearly six million guys!
Decades later those men, now old vets, recall North Platte with teary eyes!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Lovers Over Time

Fire ignites in the body.
Pleasures that transcend life within life
and create tremors in the soul.

A kiss on the lips, honey drips.
Bodies entangled in embrace so tight.
Everything so right.

In euphoric ecstasy
in the presence of abiding love
in a tale where words cannot be used or be told.
A mystery to behold.

A look, a loving gaze.
Sometimes easing a heavy mind,
while a surfacing revelation
addresses all bound by time.

Love, an affirmation of existence.
Lovers in need of each other's arms.
Heartbeats still desiring to beat as one
for forever
or at least until the end of tomorrow's time.
Now entangled in altered complexities of love
while looking for a glimpse of the divine.

Premium Member Repeat Repeat Performance

Well, perhaps right now you won't immediately understand what I'm saying,
but trust me dear friend, yours truly is dearly paying.

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Check it out. I just made two separate web addresses rhyme perfectly.
The above is a perfect example of a poet reaching out desperately.

If you go to one web address, it will always bring you back here.
If you go to the other web address it will take you elsewhere.
If you're not sure which web address is the correct one to choose,
here's a hint; 
The web address in your browser right now is the web address not to go to.
Form: Rhyme

The Siren That Never Went

Was just another BAU day 
at Duesseldorf Uni
Lads in the IT room 
playing minesweeper and internet spades

A few emails here and there
RE: IT Support Needed
I can't access my files
Something's wrong with Citrix

George stroke his beard
Screw it, must be stupid SMB
We should've stuck with UNIX
"Something's going on", said Emery
Anxiously searching Elastic

Things are starting to look encrypted

Gasps shouted across the room
As they stared at the long ransom note
Off went the not-so-classic ring tones
on the IT admins' work phones

Nicht das.. Nein!
Swear words dropped on the white bricks
As Emery ran across emergency
Notepad.exe open with bitcoin addresses
mocking her steps pass every screen
PA's buzzing, an ambulance redirected

The white van blazes towards Wuppertal
It's whole thirty kilometers
As the CRT screen rang
A white line cut across the missed murder
From a siren that never went


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In remembrance to the woman that died on September 9 2020, the first person that died directly due to a ransomware attack. She had to be redirected to a hospital in Wuppertal 19 miles (30 km) away and died in the ambulance on the way.

The Siren that never went was the network intrusion detected too late.
The IT department described is mostly fictional.

Glossary

BAU - Business As Usual

minesweeper and internet spades - games built-in to Windows XP

Citrix - popular and dirty commercial remote access software. It's remote code execution vulnerability allowed hackers to get in thousands of systems

SMB - Server Message Block, the protocol used by Microsoft Windows networks to share files

UNIX - A simple and secure operating system standard, implemented by BSD, MacOS, Solaris and some Linux distributions

Elastic - ElasticSearch, a search engine often used in the ELK stack (Elastic,Logstash,Kibana) to search events and data across different network endpoints

"Nicht das.. Nein!" - German for "not this.. no!"

Notepad.exe - the program often used to display ransomware notes by cyber criminals

bitcoin - a cryptocurrency that's hard to trace, often used by criminals to demand ransomware payments
© Hidden Tan  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Where Are the Children

Where are the children? Where are the children this night and day? In the African nation of South Sudan, there is a horrible famine. Their families, and their children are perishing because they are starving to death.

World television pastors, such as Rod Parsley, are pledged to help provide assistance. The Daystar and TBN networks really providing: fresh water and wells, medical, and dental care, food and of course shoes.  

The Evangelical Lutheran Church of America has our world hunger fund, The Baptist, and charismatic churches sponsor missionaries. Professional athletes and entertainment industry's  actors and musicians sponsor their own non-profit organizations.  The Red Cross, and Salvation Army and Habit for Humanity etc. The list could go on endlessly. Yet photos of starving children we constantly see.

Many people have wondered why? Is there really a God above us in heaven's lofty skies?  And if he does exist, does he even care about us? "The poor you will always have with you, you shall not always have me with you." He was addressing Jesus.  Yes, God really does care!  His ministry welcomed the little children and denied them not for such is the kingdom of heaven.  We must have the faith of a child to please him and enter into the kingdom of heaven.

Where are the children?  They need responsible people to care for both their physical spiritual needs.  The secular world addresses their physical needs from cradle to the grave. The unborn children and their mothers need special treatment and care. What happens to an unborn child from conception if it dies?  The child is immediately welcomed into the presence of Jesus Christ in the kingdom of heaven. It is their grieving mothers, fathers, and families needing both spiritual and emotional tender loving care TLC.

Just suppose the unborn child would have been severely disabled from birth? God knits us together in our mother's wombs. The physical conception process with a male's sperm fertilizing a female's egg. The sin nature of mankind is responsible not God. When Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of the Knowlege of Good and Evil--sin entered into the DNA of people.  Death and destruction also entered in.  Where are the children? Under the shelter of his everlasting arms.

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka Roxy Lea 1954
August 05, 2017
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Charm School Marm Addresses Students -- Revised

I’m thrilled to have my students joining me
for milk and cookies on this lovely day.
For fun we will pretend it’s scones and tea.
The maid has left our tray. Without delay
we’ll eat and chat; then for a while we’ll play.

For table manners, each of you has earned
a gold star. You’re so pleasant and polite,
not like my brothers, who have never learned
how to behave at tea time. They’re a sight!
They need to be in charm school day and night.

You’ve come so far. On your first days of class,
you growled and hissed. You were so rough and loud
Now you’re quite cultured. You don’t sulk or sass
when I give you instructions. I am proud
to say I think you’d all impress a crowd!

Urban dictionary: marm. a British word meaning an old school teacher

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October 31, 2021
Rhyming Me a Poem 2 contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

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