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They died protecting law and order,
But are dismissed only with the word "decent" by those with
grave, mental disorders.
No great honor at all will be paid to them.
After all they were not elected, they simply chose to protect all humans.
Yes, those in blue ready to save our lives, leave behind wives, husbands
and children.
God bless the families left behind with faith, love and acumen!
No Nobel Peace Prize will any ever receive!
This year it will go to those who destroy, burn, loot and kill..those are humanity's sleaze!
In a nightmarish world, I do live!
Where two hundred seventy six riots, demand a Nobel Peace Prize to win!
Good men and women in blue are trashed, spit upon or dead, while people
with brains and souls in America do cry.
Why this inequity Lord, oh please tell us why?
2-3-2021
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I only asked for a pen,not a ,p*nis,
I only ask you to touch the books,not my boobs,
I need school fees,not the bride price,
Please,give me education, but not ejaculation,
Use the knife to cut veges,but not my body part,
Am a girl,I need to venture far,like your boy.
I have dreams to achieve fully,
I need to give education myself wholely,
I need to be the best lawyer too,
I need to be a doctor like Kiptoo,
Empowerment is not on beds,
Or with old aged buddies as the reds,
Protect me,let me prosper.
You need to get me mutilated,
You want to force me get married,
Its wrong and you know it,
With mutilation,my future will be unlit,
Bleeding to death,difficult to parturate,
Will be among my worst scary fate,
Champion for my rights,I need a life.
Remember what happened to Shashan,
She got married to the old Mishan,
At a tender age of ten,
After being cut by then,
She conceived,carried it with difficulties,
And at last she encountered the fatalities,
She died a young soul.
Days have gone by now,
Its the 21st century in a row,
The past culture sucks,
Don't be blinded by fast bucks,
Let them in skirts be free,
Let their ambitions be a spree,
For what them in trousers are capable,them in skirts are pros..
Flee our girls,FGM kills,early marriages kills completely.
©Poet Igweee
Long before we met
I loved you
though countenance as yet unclear;
long before I ever heard
your voice, sensed I a perfect fit
out-there, somewhere
for my very eclectic ear --
Destiny is the word she used,
the old woman, with cards and
tea-leaves – a White Witch her
advertised claim: in a tent, at
an outdoor carnival somehow
I can’t say, she even knew your name…
Long before the first kiss sealed
with embrace made promise
with vow made sacred
perhaps before the first spring came
tossed its dingy veil, made colorful
beguile...into us spoke scented petal-like
blossoming smile
long before the first step
and endless seeming mile --
season given time to entrance,
great power to smudge and erase
Perhaps long before
God had written His best romance --
imagined human hearts, couplets of
tender poetry, song and joyful dance --
perhaps far back, when God
first considered love, make sketch
and model design -- made man’s visage
and form resemble His own Divine…
gave creation license to copy,
to fondly reline or trace – for
sometimes careless figuring gave wash
of forever grace – a lonely God, releasing
His kingdom, wanting only to freely
share, breathing life into lungs of
clay beings, declaring each his
child – offspring, royal heir
Perhaps even then, that far back
in God’s perfectly caring heart,
you and I were resident tenants
there, as angels reside in heaven above
wherever we travel, goes with us
signed lease of eternal love --
though having transient souls predetermined
never long us to dwell apart – such depth of union
like God’s glittering universe ever expanding
as those endless fields of stars linked together
twinkly hand-in-hand, love -- time’s radiant, inextinguishable
source and core -- God will keep us sparkling brilliantly close
adhered to His Loving Heart
Now, long after and long before
AND GOD CREATED DREAM
God had planned and worked very hard
continuously for six long days and nights
that made Him really exhausted and tired
constructing the world He felt was right.
Happy and content with His unique creation
for the well-earned rest on the seventh day
He chose to lie on cloud nine for relaxation,
onto the lap of sleep He shortly drifted away.
Cradled on a heavenly dream He soon found
He’d created euphoric haven called paradise
where the inhabitants lived in bliss profound
and dreamt of good times as the new sunrise.
When the dream broke He realized the mistake,
He’d forgotten one vital thing mankind needed
to face the strife in life and survive in its wake.
So, on the seventh day dream for us He created.
October 31, 2018
The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
it's not just me who regards the beauty
The horizon is a lovely color spectrum
The sky is like a watercolor paper
The colors float across the sky
Small narrow clouds create stripes
The sun drink some water from the ocean
Dipped its colors carefully in the ocean
Playing a bit with the waves
It is an amazing sight
The colors are so intensive
It is sensual and beautiful
The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
I do not know where
but it has given me an inner peace and pleasure
03.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
If I went out today,
just one person I have yet to meet
will kill me for sure.
If I do go though
I will buy rice, beans, and chicken,
but there is a chance, perhaps remote,
but a chance all the same,
that the rice, beans, and chicken
will have been
molested by diseased hands
and then I will surely die,
unless I wash my hands
and bury them in the backyard
under a full moon.
If I go out today
I must be as crafty as a fox or snake,
I must slink, and slither
through the crush of other shoppers,
I must breathe through a tube attached
to the internet
where nothing bad ever happens,
unless of course
a virus has mutated into digital space
and then I will surely die.
Numb without a good soul near me
Numb without a bad thought lingerin’
Numb – call my name and my blood runs...
In fury, I back away from this scene
I breathe constantly…bring me to life…
Awake my mind from upcoming troubles
I’m nothing to you…
Living this lie…refusing my cries
Frozen inside and feeling kind of numb
I feel dumb…well, it’s a bummer…
I slept for way too many hours
It empowers me – the thought of reaching out to you
Numb without you motivating me…
And now it’s over…
Numb without a good soul near me
Numb without a bad thought lingerin’
Numb – call my name and my blood runs...
I was walking in a graveyard…and wept tears of bittersweet agony
I breathe one last time – bring me to a better place
Break me and the pain doubles…
I’m nothing to you…
Living this lie…refusing my cries
Frozen inside and feeling kind of numb
I feel dumb…well, it’s a bummer…
I slept for way too many hours
It empowers me – the thought of reaching out to you
Numb without you motivating me…
And now it’s over…
Numb without a good soul near me
Numb without a bad thought lingerin’
Numb – call my name and my blood runs...
My brother told me to sing like a man
I push through the water and I’m freezing
Cold…it feels so damn good to feel your touch…
Raise your wings and follow you heart
There’s an end to all pain and suffering…
Fly away and believe in Him
Fly…who cares about the numbness
I’m nothing to you…
Living this lie…refusing my cries
Frozen inside and feeling kind of numb
I feel dumb…well, it’s a bummer…
I slept for way too many hours
It empowers me – the thought of reaching out to you
Numb without you motivating me…
And now it’s not over…
"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." "There has never been a good war nor a bad peace." Quotations which held true for two separate generations. Nations declare war to increase their territorially expanse into other nations where it does not belong. They caste their covetous and greedy eyes upon rich natural resources. Why bother to trade with other countries?
When aggressive nations can snatch and grab their ill gotten gains. Trade routes and access to water ways. Nations were doing this before the beginning of recorded history. Before tribal groups organized themselves.
Focusing our attention spans. Backwards into the first Old Testament Biblical book of the Bible, Genesis. When Cain took a stone and killed his brother Abel, because he was jealous and filled with wrath. And people have been killing each other and declaring war ever since.
Warfare only provides an aggressive no win solutions to preexisting premediated circumstances'. Frequently spiraling rapidly out of the control of the waring nations. Resulting in massive genocide! Famine! Pestilences! World wide epidemics'! Why not read the last book of the New Testament Bible, The book of Revelations for yourselves? All warfare succeeds in accomplishing is "making the devil laugh." And widowers, widows, and orphans travail!
The Bible predicts the Psalm 83 middle eastern war. The Gog and Magog war mentioned in the Old Testament Book of the Bible, The book of Ezekiel. And finally the Battle of Armageddon mentioned in the book of Revelations.
The second coming of Jesus Christ to the earth, will occur at the sounding of the 7th trumpet. He will be riding a white stallion, and will have an escort service. The heavenly angels and the heavenly saints will be accompanying him. Both the False Prophet and the False Christ will be cast alive into the Lake of Fire! Satan, his fallen angels, demons and condemned mankind will be
joining him one thousand years later!
The Holy Trinity, the heavenly angels and saints. Both during the church age of trace and Tribulation saints will live to see. The one thousand year reign of Jesus Christ! The tribulation saints only will be able to reproduce themselves.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 30, 2020
Their hands, only bones and skin,
reach towards the heavens, seeking an answer
that only the wind whispers, in the deep night,
where the moon dances with the shadows of the trees.
Their gentle eyes, merely light and longing,
shine like stars on a black velvet sky,
where dreams intertwine with reality
and time flows like a river of memories.
Parents do not leave, do not die,
they just transform into tears of stars,
guiding our steps through the labyrinth of life,
in a silent dance of light and darkness,
where every moment becomes eternity,
and every breath of wind carries an echo
of their wisdom, etched in our hearts.
And thus, in summer nights,
when the sky weeps falling stars,
we remember them, those who were,
those who are, and those who will be,
in a symphony of melancholy,
where each note carries the story of a life,
and every silence hides a truth.
Their hands, only bones and skin,
touch our souls with an unearthly gentleness,
offering us wings of thoughts and dreams,
in a universe where time has no boundaries,
and their love remains eternal,
like a light guiding us through the darkness,
on an endless journey,
in search of the meaning of life and eternity.
I texted her Thanksgiving.
Asked what she’s doing for a living.
I texted her on Christmas Day.
If she was doing ok.
I sometimes admit.
That I almost quit.
Trying to reach out to old friends.
But the holidays are when hope upends.
I texted her New Year’s Eve.
It feels like I was just raking the leaves.
But the cold has settled.
I almost want to backpedal.
I text her each holiday.
With not much to say.
Using exclamation points!
Hurts my finger joints.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Easter is all I can say!
Even the Fourth of July.
I want to talk, but simply say “hi.”
I texted her Thanksgiving, once more.
She sends a smiley face I adore.
I sent her a turkey back.
Old texts start to stack.
I decided to delete them right then.
If not now, then when?
I texted her Thanksgiving Day.
There’s not much more to say.