Long Americas Poems
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Deep in the south, lives the Southern Pine.
I love the fresh pine scent, it’s really quite divine.
The palms adorn the water’s edge, such sturdy summer trees.
As they grow, they will bend and shape up in the breeze.
The Magnolia has a lovely flower; its scent is, oh so sweet.
Downwind in the evening breeze; it makes the day complete.
Evergreens unfurling their new baby greens; will make a fright, Halloween;
when their mass of moss highlights eerie moons scenes.
The Catalpas displaying their long pods; nicknamed Cigar Trees;
create an eerie vision of waving fingers in the breeze.
Pawpaw trees, with their sweet fruits; better than bananas;
These tasty treats are great to eat so, fill up your bandanna!
Southern trees are beautiful, like Cypresses and Red Cedars. You must go south to see them all; yes you must, dear readers.
Programmed fools demonize our culture,
try to undermine, demoralize,
say that it’s all ‘white supremacist,’
it’s ‘patriarchal,’ ‘all built on lies.’
Overblow every mistake they find,
project onto us all of their sins,
parasites dependant on a host
that they’re busy killing from within.
Be they our teachers of professors,
or scum media lying out loud,
don’t listen when they preach self-hatred,
for there is much of which to be proud.
They like to blame us for slavery,
tell children it was unique to us,
when the Muslims enslaved twenty times
of what came to the Americas.
They don’t teach that for ten thousand years
it was commonplace to all mankind,
they do not want that much perspective
to ever enter into our minds.
They don’t mention that we helped kill it,
that the west paid in blood for that change,
or that no culture who came before
dared to take on this practice deranged.
They harp on this to guilt good people,
make them cower to the leftist crowd,
there is no need to feel self-hatred,
when there’s so much that should make you proud.
They like to proclaim that we’re ‘racist,’
it’s their favorite way to shut you up,
use your skin tint to assign virtues,
endlessly coming up with such stuff.
But the only racists out there are
the lefties who reduce us to groups,
the rest of us don’t care for this crap,
and are annoyed by people who do.
When we buried Jim Crow long ago,
held up equality under law,
we did all that a country can do,
one standard for all, despite our flaws.
Go ask China about Africans,
or the Muslim world of people dark,
and you’ll understand very quickly
that our attitudes are far apart.
We say that color doesn’t matter,
and that all who try must be allowed,
so when they preach racial self-hatred,
flip them off, you’ve a right to be proud...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
América's Roundtable,
Kings and Knights of a fable,
Broadening the smorgasbord of a playing field,
Swelling midriffs peak,
they drool as they speak,
for the empires for themselves that they build.
The fine lady now fattened,
America's breast now flattened,
and they ravished her while singing her song,
Without being heard,
they even caged her grand bird.
Making wrong right, and right and wrong.
A now fallen hope,
A dying Pope,
The unrighteous ones had their turn,
New hope to the fable,
bringing truth to the table,
revealing secrets they wish to burn.
But now wait a dang minute,
The one thought to win it,
Things took an outrageous spin,
Now raise a prayer without pride,
Which is worse in the ride.
Here we go with again and again.
It goes to show you each time,
America yours, o she’s mine,
God bless help us in this tug of war
God save the poor dame,
America her name,
Father, please raise her up off the floor.
I MET MELVIN MAYS WITH MY UNCLE MACK THIS LED TO THE FBI GIVING ME A PHOTO OF MELVIN MAYS 1986 AMERICAS MOST WANTED CIRO GARGANO WAS NO WHERE AROUND SERVING PRISON TIME IN TERREHAUTE INDIANA MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS FATHER THE FBI TOLD ME MELVIN WAS TRADING WEAPONS WITH LYBIA AND WAS GOING TO BLOW UP THE CHICAGO TRANSIT SYSTEM AND SEVERAL GOVERMENT BUILDINGS I FEARDED FOR MY SAFETY OPERATION M.O.M.M.Y MELVIN MAYS WE MET THROUGH MY UNCLE MACK BEING RELATED TO THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD I HAD NO IDEA MEL WAS ACTUALLY THIS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS SPECIAL AGENT GAVE ME THE PHOTOS AND ASKED FOR MY HELP I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR YEARS SO I HELPED MAYS WAS FINALLY CAPTURED I'M NOT SURPRISED CIRO GARGANO INVADED MY HOME RIPPING PAGES SEARCHING FOR MELVIN MAYES PHOTOS TO TERRORIZE ME SENDING ME THREATS FROM ELRULKIN GANGS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES ABOUT THE 1986 PHOTO OF MELVIN MAYS FUNNY I SET A TRAP ALL I DID WAS PUT MELVINS PHOTO ON MY CABINET WITH A CRISIS PAMPLET INSTANTLY CIRO GARGANO TOOK THE BAIT WITH HIS CAMERA IN MY HOME ATTEMPTS TO ZAP MELVINS PHOTO FROM MY AC VENT WHERE HE ACTUALLY HAS A CAMERA INSTALLED FOR ONGOING HOME INVASIONS CORRUPTION AT IT'S FINEST WORKING FOR CIRO GARGANO TO EXPLOIT FBI INFORMANTS AGAIN DISGUSTING YOUR TWISTED THREATS TO INDERMINE JUDGE OLIVER GREENS MEMORY IS A HORRID BREACH 1776 TO 1976 LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL I WILL NEVER FEAR ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION LED BY A MAN THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS WIRED MY WOMB TO GET HIS PROSON TIME CUT HENCE THE ARSON MURDERS OF 9 DANGLING ON THE TABLE TO BE SWEPT UNDER MY WOMB AS WELL GOD BLESS JUGDE OLIVER GREEN I WILL NEVER FORGET OUR LAUGHS OUR TALKS AT OUR MEETINGS THE MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART GOD BLESS AMERICA
Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance, might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this
The woke demand that we devenerate,
revise old statues, plaques and history
of leaders who were once considered great,
as truth confronts a lasting bigotry.
To laud and honor what they represent
supports and propagates a curse and weight,
creating new and growing discontent,
to abrogate old hails to racial hate.
Blind scales of justice failed to understand
and measure damage done by prejudice
across our bountiful dynamic land,
thus adding space to this profane abyss.
But now new rays of liberty are seen,
illuminating every sacred wound,
as politicians face what should have been
and steer us toward a higher, firmer ground.
2017 How Much I despise You
Following 2016 the second worst year ever
Will 2018 be any better?
And what we have suffered
The darkness settles on the land
Like a curse on the land
As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe
Struts about the worlds stage
Ushering Americas inevitable decline
As America’s foes and friends wonder
Has America gone mad
Turing over ultimate power to this man
A con man narcistic criminal
Self-proclaimed smartest man in the room
A clueless reality TV hustler
Whose sell by date has expired
As he tries to make America great again
For white Christian men
The rest of the country struggles
To cope with the ever-declining standard of living
The 1 percent loved the stock market
Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
The corporate tax cuts
and the coming plunder of the land
Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?
While the rest of the world
Embraces the energy of the future
And this great denier of the truth
Wants to boldly take America back
To the 19th century era of oil, and coal
Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
If we have one another
The darkness will come
But it will go away someday soon
The great American nightmare will be over
This is what I pray for 2018
The end of the darkness
that consumes our land
The dots guide me towards the path of my ancestry,
Along the ivory gold shores of West Africa,
The wind,
a horse drawn carriage for the call of my ancestors,
Where the ‘i’s would be dotted across many kingdoms,
The colour of the dots embellished with gold leaf,
And the joins would flow like rivers in streams of gold
Then the hue transforms the dots from gold to bright red,
Where vast oceans transported humanity,
The red ink violently splashes onto the scene,
Reflecting countless dots of humanity,
Of generations lost on the Transatlantic route,
Too much red is spilt to join the dots
Then the dots journey to the Americas and West Indies,
Where the overflow of dots begin to rust,
And corroded joins bring up the image of shackles,
Captivity, sold into bondage, man, woman and child,
So difficult to join the dots on the freedom trail,
When the pen cannot reach Justice to dot the ‘i’
Now the colour of the dots turns green,
As smooth green lines are drawn, roots begin to sprout,
The creation of my family tree,
Names of my ancestors are seated above each line,
The joined dots form the image of their strong resilience,
And follows me across the vastness of my deep ancestral ocean
18/12/22
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Form: Free Verse