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The left produces people, who sometimes give themselves away by quotes
Its amazing how many fall for this, and still give them their votes.
Bill Ayers said to kill all the rich and to bring the revolution home, kill your parents too
Amiri Baraka wanted poems to be daggers in the belly of the owner-Jew
James Carville said if you drag money through a trailer park, there's no telling what you'd find
Hillary Clinton despised the deplorables, her attitude wasn't kind
Chelsea Clinton called her Secret Service agents "personal trained pigs", a phrase that was terse.
They objected, then she said her parents also called them that, which made things worse.
But at least Chelsea has honesty and explains
Novak described Hatred of George Bush unprecedented in a half century of campaigns
Judi Bari said that to save the ecology, we must destroy our free market, others agree
Jimmy Carter trusted the leader of North Korea, for his stop-nuke treaty
Lyndon Johnson said he would have black people voting Democratic for the next 200 years by giving them money
Doesn't quite show respect, the hypocrisy is quite funny.
RFK junior said that disbelief in Global Warming should be treated as treason,
If I were Trump, I'd stay away from him, just for that reason.
George Soros said that the main obstacle to a just World was the USA
Michael Swift, a gay activist, said "we will seduce your sons" and make them gay.
All this is depressing, from what rock do these types emerge?
Perhaps we should add to poetrysoup a U.S. funeral dirge.
We hear famine, war, drought, heat killing weak
What bonds our soul we scream change for society
Evil presence awakening communist to desolation
Left protect yourself from murderous rapists blood shed
We the people corrupt by society sin falling
Looking for ourselves running pack of wolves
How can you differ yourself being like others
Even in the kill greed ravishes for more
Leaving you alone fending your own thirst
Hatred, their plead desire salvation, heart hides darkness
Who behind close door their face they cover
Not humanity but human waste walk grave to demise
What have we become except what we allow
Ancestors turn dirt in shame children who lead
Once America stood in dreams, now chaos every turn
What divides but us to separate from God
Cause I offended thee thou cast first stone be blooded
What is a man if he stands for nothing except truth be image
Catholic, disgrace to house temple ruins spill over
How you condone such molested behavior in congregation
That you defile law of book supporting gay is okay
While sitting on throne not worthy your presence
What are we that we let die inside light of integrity
Wolves ripping flesh in hunger feast unmannered
Are we evil hatred plagues our portrait
Or we better that ourselves we perfect being
Are we, all that is life itself or itself the light in life
Pages...
Empty pages,
lines unwritten,
hopes yet to be.
I wish you were here,
missing me.
Instead, I am,
and you are not.
Heavens close to the water,
and far from the sea.
The Lord is in my heart,
and that is the way...
it must be.
Every day "He" helps me,
get through to the next.
I will not stagger..., or fall.
I will never crawl.
You would be angry
if I let that happen.
"He" has told me so.
So instead I move,
and go.
Empty pages,
soon to be taken down...
from their mighty pedestal.
To be penned upon,
and shared with others,
that call me brother.
To be given to those,
that call me friend.
I miss you,
but I...
will see you,
again!
A Grandfather and Grandson
Together as a team
Preparation in the uplift
Wisdom expressed
Grandfather words, “LISTEN WELL TO MY TEACHINGS”
Commodity takes courage
Efforts and Talent that will follow
Elements of exploration
Believe in yourself and rule out can’t
Successful is an eventful moment
Endeavors ever after
Knowledge in wisdom wonder
Through the eyes of one’s observation
An Old Man teaching his Grandson an inspiring lesson
Can do principle
Attention given
Out of the mouth of Doubt came the revelation of assurance
This is a true story
My Grandfather has gone to glory
I am the Grandson
Commodity from his knowledge became my reality
Well trained and wonderfully prepared
I am my Grand Fathers product
Survival tool
Having understanding being no Fool
My Grandfathers last words, “You are going to remember this Old Man”
Good reason in never forget
His loss I regret
Lifelong sustaining life into the ever after.
I see your mane, in each passing cloud,
the smoky stallion’s poll to the withers,
its giddyup and gallop, at midday peak,
in this arid Tucson where cowboys trod.
On the open road, contented and sleepy,
I see the shadows that form like a blanket
over the mountains with their historic shapes -
points, arches, dips and waves corral me.
I see the buckets, saguaros, prickly-pears,
organ pipes, and stunning cacti blooms.
They pass me by in the wilderness, and
as I stroll the slithering dessert paths.
Smiling big on Tombstone’s dusty Allen street,
I look extra short, arm in arm with handsome
cowboys, in Cochise County, romanticising
the OK Corral, the Earps and Doc Holliday.
Modern Tubac with exuberant colors,
its crafts captivate and decorate
most homes North of Mexico’s border.
Turquoise Angel with Roses’ paintings, endearing.
Back in her Green Valley home - my relative
displays art from all over the world.
Her home showcases an adventurous past
and the calm and love of Jesus Christ.
3/9/2023
Make America great again.
What does that truly mean?
The signs of prosperity wax and wane
much like the shine of the moon.
Sometimes full and brilliant
others dull, emptied and clouded.
There are three lives in America
the rich and prosperous privileged
The poor and often lost, forgottens,
the lonely in the shadows
And the in betweens
neither rich nor poor
Sustainees of America
struggling but secure in their efforts
The taxed and charitable contributors to both
the rich and the poor, foreign and domestic
still here, still working, still hopeful
that America remain open and lead
with truth, honesty, compassion and constant hope
there in lay
its greatness.
Granite-hearted politicians
tossing our lives and minds
onto election year bonfires.
Flicking tongues- fanning blazes
veiling their throbbing lies
building dead-end mazes.
"Fixing" problems of their own making...
slinging toxins without solutions
Masking our voices with concoctions.
Forcing us to breathe in beltway pollution...
We the citizens, turned into treadmill jesters.
Juggling dirty masks and happy pills.
One swamp is drained while the other one fills...
Maggots writhing over star-spangled meat.
Do we untether the talon of revolution
This is no time for silence and timidity.
Maybe it's a time for some reflection and prayer.
To turn yet another rosy cheek...
Where are the Gandhis in our time of need.
Where is the blossom of Jerusalem to cool burning seed?
When will we get to see our brave and selfless King?
To lift us high up from this pit of self-pity and greed.
Steer us gently onto the straight and narrow path.
Back into the golden-hearted dream...at last.
I've lived where orange blossoms fall
and flutter on the streets of Spain.
In Germany I've seen the wall,
and snow-capped mountains from the train.
I've known Bahamas' sunlight gleam
where palm trees shift in sultry air,
but Africa, exotic dream—
imagination takes me there.
I see the restless plains that stretch
to meet the blue, forever sky,
alive with teeming herds that sketch
a savage scene in my mind's eye.
I picture people, tall and proud,
whose ancestors have braved this land,
and tamed a wilderness, unbowed
by flooding, droughts, and burning sand.
And in this dream, white jasmine sends
a honeyed scent that hangs and bathes
the senses where the blue grass bends
to spice the air in pungent swathes.
At sunset, coral streamers drape
across horizon's purple bars,
and nighttime spreads its velvet cape,
bejeweled with half a billion stars.
I live in North America—
so cool and tame everything seems!
I've never been to Africa,
but I have seen it in my dreams.
If you ask our NewsMax, America One fueled, republican congressmen
who won the last presidential election - they’ll pretend that they don’t know.
But hey, these are the guys, the “honest brokers” we can trust, to figure out UFOs.
These republicans disavow Trump’s clear treason. If they refuse to follow those clues,
like video captured by the guilty themselves - how can their UFO “hearings” fail to amuse?
It’s a shrewd political distraction, a republican red-herring, to put vague “aliens” in the news
just when Trump's lawyers are figuring out which prison facility he should choose.
In this circus of misinformation, we’re offered unproven decades of government collusion,
heck, we even have that RFK.jr nut insisting that the alien saucers are full of jews.
Of course, the aliens must be from distant galaxies - in their new breed of flying saucers -
why else would they be turning down so many lucrative showbiz offers?
Will it turn out that the cute, little, ET-guys are here conducting interstellar analysis?
Stay tuned. Have the aliens come to eat us - should we be frozen in fearful paralysis?
Or will our republican overlords, so busy removing our freedoms, decide it’s time to save us?
There’s no long proven, scientific fact that the newer, dumber, Republicans haven’t disputed,
maybe the UFOs were sent back from the future, their mission: study primitive human stupid.
while syria bombs homs
what is america doing with it's drones
are the bombs in syria less deadly than ours
or are the eye's of the media aimed at what
our leaders want us to see
truly the terrorist live in terror
they sowed the wind and reaped the whirlwind
but who is there to ask them to surrender
are they to be moved to reservations
without oil or water but a broken spirit
and wounded knee while the media
treats them like savages
a crowd going wild over a few books burning
lets face it; they chose this issue to unite
they have no diplomatic style except to say
were staying conservative in our own way
that is what i see.
that is what the media wants me to see