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An enraged man was arrested
for berating school board members.
Now he's branded a terrorist.
By a cluster of Capitol Hill elitists...
What the "woke" won't reveal is that
The man went off because his daughter
was sodomized in the girls' bathroom at school.
By a predator dressed in a skirt.
Who claimed to be gender fluid...
This animal who'd previously assaulted
another girl not long before.
The school board. at the time. was pushing
transgender agendas and in their blind wokeness.
Largely covered up for the animal and its excrement.
(at the young girl's expense...
That's why the man snapped.
He was just being a good dad.
Frass the math..A help to agri.? A culture to far.' I
Ain't having any.. ( B S ) would be better than this '
Real hell for leather.' How can you plan to help
Organical food.? With insect dung..This is so rude.!
To offer false help, while subtracting physicallity.?
The good wholesome animals, this is real insanity
From white priveliged people it seems to me? klaus scoros
clinton
bush, charles windsor biden; welby. are they out of their trees.?
Do they push the world, out on a limb? As axe
To tree roots they madly swing, it seems all airy fairy
And cowless dairys.? Sacrifice and wanton felony?
Penury to live ' hard yoke tough yakka.' They'll get
Us all crook, while speiling some patter, acid rain
Are the tears they shed, they would run a world
With most people dead.? A fast hard slap is what
Is needed..' to get such a hysterical; ethos un-seated.'
the dripping blood from her heart needed to clot
the couple was rolling along in their boat
on a river to nowhere, on a cloudy day
when she decided to push him overboard
she was tired of his cheating ways
who cares if he ended up as driftwood
she blew him a last kiss, pretentious
she then looked into his inquiring eyes
now submerged under the water alongside the boat
his body contorted, bubbles blowing from his mouth
words on lips asking why
he was sinking to his death, as driftwood
she laughed, she had the oars
she could give a damn
especially with all the hurt he caused her
the scratches of note paper in his pockets
the phone numbers with hearts next to it
one with a 10+
the women's scent on his body
the condoms
and especially of the written guilt on his face
with more hidden excuses, agendas
like he had spent his passion elsewhere
and was always tired when he was with her
he was a con's con
she had enough of being brokenhearted
used and abused, trampled on, shared
it was easy for her to sniff it all out
like a basset hound that was on his trail
searching for the scent of unfaithfulness
to say the basset hound in her went wild
is understatement
it barked at his feet
nipped at his legs, ripped his dignity apart
ever so appropriately
she was angry then and now
she rolled her boat away quickly
and never looked back
unlike before
the sun was now shining on the river
glistening the surface
a picture perfect day
with the wind blowing on her face
nicely
she continued to row away
as she composed a letter in her mind
I was once your friend and lover
turned wound up toy that you played with
it's a game to you, candy that you suck on
acquiring many flavors as you can
running from one hen to the next
at my cost and sorrow.
I'm done with you
the dripping blood from my heart needed to clot
connie pachecho
1/2/17
Confronting conflict
So much to say;
Not much said
Momentary surge
Foolish inquisition;
Curiosity rambles
Trial and error
Foresight blurring;
Curious burdens pain
Age feels fatigue
Turmoil in body-mind;
Forgetfulness lingers
Wandering in circles
Arrival starts ending;
Hurl new departures
Moment to moment
Change boomerangs;
Jigsaw puzzle gamble
Hidden agendas
Many pieces void;
Crazy feelings loiter
Empty passageways
Dark dreary corridors;
Ancient musky odours
Ice cream vendor
Push-cart existence;
Rainy weather losses
Self-destruct mode
Severe gambling losses;
Avaricious woes
Joyride nightmare
Cold sweat agony;
Morning uprising
Uncertain agenda
Confusion descends;
Insane mentality
Man in the street
Mind your own business;
Law of the jungle
Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore
Imagine how satanic this act is defiance
against every living victim of crime
Snakes in the long grass appears from hiding
betraying every peaceful solution possible
Bombing innocent women and children begins without mercy
leaving an aftermath of hate driven agendas buried under secrets act
What a godless human being within truth surfacing faceless
we all know the US and UK support Saudi and her violent abusive regime
A bunch of terrorists the lot of them supplying arms war dogs
against human rights and the word justice so not to speak abusive
comes to mind as the world is no longer blind ignorant
as truly war criminals must be brought to justice for deceiving mankind
Politically a Politician
By Franklin Price
9/6/2015
Politically a politician
Comes from the same old place
Doesn't matter nationality
Social standing creed or race
Spouting party politics
Trying hard to keep the pace.
Telling what it is they'll do for us
From both sides of the face
When in the deepest of the south
Have a pick-up for a toy
In Farmland drive a tractor
Raise some wheat or maybe soy
To leaders of our industry
May be verbose or coy
Anything that is required
To bring out the smiles of joy
Be the ones they have to be
Say they've walked in every shoe
Have morals when they need them
For what it is they have to do
Forget them if advantageous
Tell you stormy skies are blue
Promise all that they perceive
Will get your vote from you
Once in awhile some come along
Say they've listened to our call
Arising from a different place
Have put their names upon the wall
Preach their own agendas
Have come to stop to end the squall
Will fix all of our problems
Maybe they're politicians after all
Politics and Government
By Franklin Price
8/16/2015
Politics and Government,
along with Church and State,
are closely tied together,
would be nice to separate.
All created by mankind.
for many different reasons.
Each has more variety
than found in all the seasons.
Throw in massive egos,
media, celebrity,
having their own agendas,
they've created what you see
Have put rings in our noses,
hung carrots from a stick,
the end result chaotic;
what has happened makes me sick
The idea when this all began,
when the Pilgrims hit this shore,
was that we could find some freedom
of religion maybe more.
Then came the revolution,
the Constitution too,
these were very good ideas,
have brought us to this zoo.
Freedom's by the wayside.
Been lost along the way.
Someone there to tell us
what to do and what to say
I don't know about you,
but as for me and mine,
to get our freedoms once again,
would just be mighty fine.
Whenever I need my ego boosted
P-Soup is where I go
So many sweet people willing to oblige
Words of pure love just flow
Discovered P-Soup a couple of years ago
Totally won me over
It's the greatest bunch of loving souls
They sure can rev up my motor
There ain't no malice no hidden agendas
Happy with the bed we lie in
Love and such happy thoughts prevail
Can't wipe off this silly grin
Don't mean to rehash it over and over
P-Soup is such a blessing
So I explain my feelings in poetic form
A creative way of expressing
Whenever I need my ego boosted
P-Soup is where I go
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '
Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?
Why then? Facilitate mass movements of
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'
Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?
I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and
A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
If you don't play the game, the game plays you,
In the world of politics, it rings true.
With power and influence, they all vie,
A constant battle beneath the sky.
Promises whispered, ambitions unfurled,
Crafting speeches to sway the world.
Lobbyists whispering in halls of might,
Their agendas hidden, out of sight.
Election seasons, a grand charade,
Words spun like silk, a masquerade.
Debates become spectacles, filled with ire,
As politicians dance upon the wire.
Corruption lurks in the shadows deep,
A poison that seeps, its secrets keep.
The common folk yearning for a voice,
Caught in the currents, without a choice.
But change can come, a glimmer of hope,
When unity rises and we elope,
From divisive tactics that tear us apart,
To a future where compassion is the start.
So heed this call, and be not blind,
To the games played by those unkind.
Empowerment lies within our hands,
To shape a future where justice stands.