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Little girl witch is stirring the pot.
Brew might not be tasty, but it is hot.
Froggy takes a nap on the shelf above.
Unconcerned as a sleeping dove.
The cat’s eyes are huge, he is afraid.
He has seen other things little witch has made.
The mice are scurrying, hiding away now.
Before they hear the mighty pow!
For when the brew turns into a thing
There is no holding back its sizzle and sing.
It can come creeping along the floor.
And you will be annihilated forever more.
Unconcerned, the little girl witch is stirring
The cat is looking for a place, no longer purring.
In a few seconds he knows it will be too late.
BAM! Creatures left behind now will live their fate.
A gentle man of peace who greatly respects human life
Has faced the difficult decision he must stand and fight,
Well within his Powers to end a terrorist world-wide strife.
He didn’t start the conflicts or wild and fiery contagion
But he finished it quickly, with no reserve or consternation.
An evil regime leader challenged him with threats and lies,
With no care for his own people’s welfare or valuable lives.
The enemy’s death-toll tally still rising within Israel’s borders,
he threatens still
To carry out nuclear destruction against his own people’s will.
For 50 years the Ayatollahs killed their own and reigned with an iron hand,
And spread terror, torture, destruction and death across Israel’s land.
Now Iran’s military leaders are annihilated one by one with a stealthy hand,
And their nuclear weapons turned to shrapnel glistening in the sand.
One final time President Trump offered peace instead of conflict and war
To the so-called Supreme Leader of Iran but his rejection was sure.
In his arrogance and delusion, he still calls for death to America, death to Israel.
His people and proxies withdraw their support, unsure what they are fighting for.
An ancient ideology, a belief sustained with thousands of deaths along the way
Offers no future, no hope, no way to support the masses who never had a say.
It’s clear and decisive what now must be done to restore order and a future.
Our Supreme Leader, President Donald Trump will never stop or turn away.
He will not bend, negotiate or soften his stance against the glaring truth.
Iran cannot and will not have a weapon that will end millions of lives.
It is clear to the Ayatollah that much has now shifted as he heads underground,
His lethal military leaders and proxy supporters are nowhere to be found.
The true Supreme Leader is President Donald J Trump.
Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.
He somehow also grabbed up horses, which seems a stretch.
But this is Greek mythology, thus a teensy bit of a far-fetch.
The Romans borrowed the legend, renaming him Neptune.
They threw in some extra ideas, waxing and waning of the moon.
Atlantis was the island of Poseidon’s thoughts and his domain.
He annihilated his enemies, to his brother Zeus he was a pain.
Hades hid in the underworld, not a part of the competition.
Homeric hymn of Poseidon’s adventures was a wonderful rendition.
If you hear the horsemen coming from the storms above
Get out of the way quickly, for it is Poseidon’s love.
He takes no prisoners, still furious about the blinding of his son.
Lightning is Odysseus, his most hated foe, enemy number one.
New year starts from prayers to cheerful soul and nice eating habits
Nutritious foods, balanced diet and purity of life always keep us fit.
Every morning, let’s all stretch, bend, jump, walk, run or dance
Exercise controls weight, heart and brain cells are enhanced.
Working every day at long hours…so exhausting, we sweat a lot
We need to drink 2 to 3 liters of water especially if the weather is hot.
Sunshine-exposure each morning strengthens muscles and bones
Stronger body resistance to diseases boasts soundly like horn.
Temperance regarding foods, smoking, alcohol or liquor
Trash vices! Health is annihilated at a drunken stupor.
Air is fresh and soothing at beaches-- take time to walk, inhale
Always check air quality index, wear mask if AQI is low, fails.
Relax once in a while, watch movies, listen to music or sing
Rest from long days’ work, refresh mind, have enough hours of sleeping.
These health laws add life, bring peace and joy, dodging all tears
Trust God above all, for spirit and body’s strength throughout the year.
No mystery here.
I’ll speak the truth,
Whatever that truth may be.
Some say truth is relative.
How can that be the case?
What’s relative is our personal slant
Seen through a particular shade.
Truth stands alone.
It doesn’t change.
"Truth is like a lion.
You don't have to defend it.
Let it loose...
It will defend Itself."
Facts can’t be manipulated.
Beneath all structures
The Matrix stands unmoved.
It can’t be annihilated.
Consciousness governs the essence
Of life and is what keeps it spinning.
Everything else, we hang upon
Its structures and accept in acquiescence.
Not truth, but conjecture,
Projection for personal gain.
The Truth is much more beautiful
Than we could ever imagine.
It smiles at our naiveté
And continues to hold
The universe together.
*Dr. Robert Malone
Copyright Chula Fleming © Sept 30, 2024
The tides of time sweep my soul away
from the life anchored in the present
to the distant obscure shore left forever,
that’s the receding past yet to be obliterated,
but lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
and generating the convivial flood of copious love,
time carries to inundate the landscape of lives carved
in my mind where dwells the desire in perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I like to see the entrancing memory un-annihilated
in the abandoned recess of the past,
for the birds of my love flies in the present,
spreading wings in the firmament of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating on the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the wind of love blowing on the sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity
the surreal gift…immortality.
___________
July 26, 2021
Contest : Immortality Yes Or No
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Death by suicide
Death in agony
Agony of poison
Agony as emotions race
Race through organs
Race through minds
Mind tortured
Mind destroyed
Child without a mother
Child in tears
Tears flow
Tears remain
Remain insecurities
Remain fears
Fears torment
Fears hold captive
Captive to separations
Captive to uncertainty
Uncertainty of life
Uncertainty of love
Love evaporates
Love uplifts
Uplifts in thoughts
Uplifts in deeds
Deeds done
Deeds good or bad
Bad action
Bad examples
Examples of adults
Examples of illness
Illness overwhelms
Illness destroys
Destroys humble home
Destroys reputation
Reputation disappears
Reputation negative
Negative example
Negative life
Life wiped out
Life cut short
Short of joy
Short of hope
Hope disappears
Hope not suicide
Suicide changed all
Suicide annihilated
Annihilated
All
When earth was engulfed in the amniotic fluid of mother abyss,
Your power moved upon the surface of the primeval depths,
Like the coordinated contractions of myocytes in the uterine walls,
And the earth emerged like a baby expelled from its mother’s womb.
After the human race You created was plunged into a spiritual abyss by sin,
It was time for You to demonstrate Your creative power once again.
Mankind’s act of rebellion did not catch You by surprise and without a plan,
Before the foundation of the world, redemption was conceived for fallen man.
In the fullness of time You sent Your Son, implanted in a virgin’s womb,
Like Adam’s race He must experience the darkness of the watery tomb,
And then be expelled by the powerful contractions of the uterine wall,
Because the purpose of His coming was to rescue mankind from the fall.
From the moment He emerged from the womb, the battle with evil was enjoined,
The lives of many infants were sacrificed in an effort by king Herod to destroy His,
O what cruel irony that one in need of rescue would seek to kill his rescuer,
And that the redeemer will be rejected and annihilated by those He came to save.
From the elevated position on a cross, He was then placed in the darkness of a tomb,
Reminiscent of His condescension from perfect heaven to sinful earth,
But death and the tomb could not restrain the Creator of heaven and earth and life,
On first day of the week, with life that was within Him, He arose victorious over death.
So, for us lost and wretched creatures, trapped in a prison of sin.
There is good news in the offing for the Savior is about to return,
Not as babe in Bethlehem’s manger, but as Lord of Lords and King of Kings,
With healing and salvation in His glorious and mighty wings.
To accept God’s plan of salvation and experience peace and joy within,
You must turn from your life of rebellion and accept His sacrifice for your sin,
And then the Holy Spirit He will give you, to guide, transform and help you,
Gain victory over sin and be ready to spend eternity with Him.
In Memory of Giulio Regenti – a useless killing
We carried him on our shoulders
Crying our hearts out.
Annihilated Time had no meaning.
Comfort seemed a helpless fairytale.
Inside lay the tortured disfigured body
Of a twenty-year old mutilated beyond repair.
A young man, brilliant and promising,
Killed by suspicion of being a spy.
Who could dare comfort his bereaved relatives?
Or assure his fiancée of his undying love?
Time might heal all wounds but not the deprivation
Of a life once full of vitality, now lacking style of life.
Meantime those that remain had to deal with kisses
Handshakes, tender hugs and tears.
But can anyone forget the unknown murderers?
Can anyone suppress the hate that now festers in us?
Forgive? Can we forget? Some might try, others not,
That’s when we realized that the youth was really dead.
Killed, tortured slowly by unknown persons in Egypt. He was studying Egyptian Economics and was mistook for a spy. The Egyptian authorities could (?) not solve his murder.
it is four- thirty-eight a.m..
I was not aware until I heard the loud knock.
Bam.
at the front door
next to my recliner
I glanced at the clock.
Four-thirty-eight a.m.
BAM
BAM
two more loud angry-sounding knocks.
I froze for a couple of minutes.
who would be out there?
If I answered the door, would I be sealing my fate?
Would I be annihilated?
I had to walk in front of the picture window to get out of my chair
the curtains were wide open.
I expected to see a face; I knew it would frighten me.
I peeked out the small glass window in my front door.
A small raccoon was staring at me.
He was drinking the dog’s water
I saw no person whatsoever.
My husband was awake by now.
He wanted to know who had knocked so hard on the front door.
I looked up “ghost knocks”.
There are many stories about them.
I truly do not think it was a person.
My husband thinks it was the raccoon.
I do not.
this was the knock of an angry grown man.
we may never know.