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Premium Member Nazi Propoganda- Usa Style

GOEBBELS, PROPAGANDA TECHNIQUES, USA StYLE



He may be dead but his methods in practice
today.
The media, TV, and social, censored in every 
way.
All spew Leftist philosophy,night and day.
Let's not forget Hollywood, the newspapers 
even Netflix, too.
We, the truth uniformed, truth-starved, human 
zoo!

Even in our sports the snake of censorship has 
had its way.
Team names changed to placate political correctness, 
it must have its say!

I am for rioting but only on Zoom!
Using Hollywood sets, let them all go Kaboom!

The honest, the non-criminals, they get hauled 
off  to jail.
Like that asthmatic mother, manhandled by the 
police and  she was quite frail.

Watching a football game was her
crime!
Oh, excuse me, she is an asthmatic and cannot 
wear a mask at anytime.

You can be a conscious less looter in the USA, 
an illegal immigrant, kill police or be a sex 
deviant, too.
But God-fearing, patriotic freedom loving, 
Americans, sorry, the hatred is all against you!

Best we pray, we don't become a socialist nation!
All bets are off, we will then be a twin, to that
hideous, Venezuelan pitiful sensation.


   " A lie once told remains a lie.
     But a lie told a thousand times
     becomes the truth."
      
             Joseph Goebbels

          September 29, 2020
             2:30 pm PST
Form: Couplet


The Eyes, They Never Lie

Written on May 7, 2017

She miss you everyday 
Your eyes reveals your love 
They're not sparkling as before 

She's hoping it'll comeback 
For she lost you while loving you 
Please tell her you love her still 

She needs you everyday
Always looking for you 
Searching for what was before

Always wanting you 
Always needing you  
Where thou art thy love? 

Your love one is getting tired, 
My heart is dying now 
Please tell me you're holding me, 
With sparks around your eyes 
For my heart can’t hold this long 

I might die anytime 
I love you every time 
I’m sorry I’m not enough

Premium Member The Second Miracle,,,,,,,

Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer

Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air

Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands 

My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans 

So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word, 

to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd. 

To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised 

Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised. 

They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made 

With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed. 

I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose, 

with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse. 

This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run 

So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun 

I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use 

My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse
© Tom Larrow  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

As You Resume

Congratulations
On your admission
I am sure you are eager about resumption
And some of you already dreaming about matriculation
Keep it up for it is the season of celebration
But don't be scared, should there be delay in your graduation
And don't let it affect your vision 
Neither your ambition
For it shall all end in jubilation

Now as you resume
Of course without much Resume
And you have a lot to assume
But know this, garri is a must for you to consume
It is a must you take garri
Even if you are from warri
Furthermore in case you don't know
OAU Mosquitoes?
They are not from this planet but pluto
For they can visit you anytime even when doing touch your toes
Or maybe when you are close 
Issorite...If you know you know

And should you not know
that in OAU we lay low
Because we are all equal
Although some do take liquor 
Notwithstanding even if you are governor's daughter
It does not matter
Because on the eportal
Who you epp does not matter

Ehn ehn...Ancient car park
To know more about it
Contact me (07032277508) to get it
At ancient car park
The Innocents become No-saints
You'll understand more When you come
Because over there some of you will still cum

The blood sucking monsters of OAU 
Are also  waiting for you
And again contact me to get the poem on it
But briefly...
They are OAU bedbugs
Your soon to be indispensable companions
Yes! because they will follow you anywhere and everywhere you go
Just like MTN
Contact me for more...
But for now I rest my case
As I remain my humble self
ABSOL
Form: Rhyme

Formality of Reality

I think it was Aristotle who said reality= mass +stuff 
One of my favorite lines from one of brightest of anytime 
See I believe there are all these little formalities in realities 
That makes life all the more fulfilling even for thos who have it rough

I never think things through instead I think through it
I don't take every branch climbing the tree but reevaluate my choices from the top
I'm not to much concerned with the questions most pose about life if its real conversation tho I don't want it to stop
But I just have one question
 where are we what nothing became a void 
capable of instantaneous creation and constant expansion 
This can happen in 2 places the brain nature made or the computer store bought

Here is some access to the synapsis of this particular 
Human and this is his opinion only but theory is really where the facts is
If heat rises why is it cold on mountain top
If all other things considered how is there terminal velocity
 How can we track this

How can they say green house effect is all natural 
And people didn't cause global warming
We caused that big ******** over Alaska 
Which allowed gasses in that then were trapped in by ozone 
These are questions I will always ask you.

Why is there motion in stillness
Why are their dry spots in the rain
Why are the evil allowed an easy life
And the saints get nothing but pain

Did you know they found molecules that seen to live in small numbers
But gather in many like families 
They are present in all objects animate and inanimate 
To this end everything has a soul your soul feels best ifyou don't grind the clutch its ceramic 

How is it q rain cloud 1 square Mile weighs 10 million lbs 
that there are babies qnd animals should just float away 
But they don't because the formalities and  the facts 
I really don't know if I can explain it better or what to say 

What if you made it all the way through life never of had to burden 
Those close to you based both on choices you did and did not make
This is the reality your in its not always  the best  so many joujourneys to take
So what to do next just a few minutes live for God sake
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I'M Fine - Thanks For Asking

Ask how I am most anytime
I'll tell you that I'm doing fine
Whether or not that is the truth
That is what I always do

All my walls crumbling down
Shaky feet on rocky ground
Death knocking hard at my door
My day is fine, how is yours

Feet in the fire, heart on ice
Struggling just to get by
To tell the truth forget the facts
Doing fine now that you ask

What do I hope when asked by those
And do they really want to know
Don't they answer much the same
When they're asked how they are doing

Whether fried, boiled, broiled, or baked
I try not to give too much away
If you don't dive in too deep
I am fine if you ask me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sleep

Some work to escape loneliness
Others drink to forget
A few take a more measured route
On a slower journey
Towards a tranquil place
Called sleep.
I myself like to sleep
Anywhere. Anytime.
Is OK by me.
But just when I feel warm 
And comfortable
Sleeping my life away
Nighttime slips away
And grudgingly allows morning 
To barge in
As always, uninvited and unwelcome.
Sitting on the edge of my bed
Legs dangling to nowhere 
I shiver in the early stillness
Feeling alone and vulnerable. 
Paralyzed, I beg for more time 
Please a little more time is all I ask
To gather strength
To face another day
But all I hear is the ticking of a clock
Reckoning each spent minute.
Not sure of how my day will begin 
Or how it will end
I pause to collect my thoughts
And a smile creases my face 
Because I know a secret
That I jealously guard. 
No matter what happens today
One thing is certain
When the sun goes down
And nighttime descends upon the world
Sleep will tiptoe back to me 
Holding me close to breasts 
As she always does.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Penguin Walking

Recently I was blessed to watch a penguin walking…my eyes followed him for a while…and I realized, the more I watched him…the more his walking made me smile.

As he waddled in his tuxedo with his own peculiar style…and grace…I began to wonder how many other simple things in life have brought a smile to my face.

The moment I began to think about it…from my mind examples flew…so I thought I’d catch the ones I could and write them down for you.

When I look at my bald head in the mirror and realize…I don’t need a comb…children praying…a sunrise…a rainbow…welcoming a soldier home.

Anytime I see the ocean…a mountain…or the trees…flowers in bloom that welcome into their petals the butterflies and the bees.

Finding faces in the clouds before they change as they float across the sky…the chicken dance…a baby laughing…watching paper airplanes fly.

Finding money in my pocket…listening to the honking sound of geese…twins…triplets…quadruplets…an old hippie saying…Peace.

The perfect cookie fresh out of the oven with its aroma sweet and strong…wearing silly birthday party hats…my first kiss…my favorite song.

A child’s artwork…you get the picture…but it’s time for me to stop my talking…
and allow you to find your own inspiration…
that begins with…a penguin walking.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Peace and Love Ohh Flower Child How I Wish I Was You

Power to you

Flower child 

Peace and love 

Right back at you 

Oh sometimes oh how I only
wish that I was you

If only just for a 1 single Day

To see for myself what it must be
like to be blessed with your own
individual

Sunny disposition inherent unaired 
positively elevated viewpoint and
outlook upon life

And firm belief in the humanity we
human beings possess and our ability
to change for the greater good

As apposed to my here self who views
the world through cynical and weary 
eyes not rose tinted perspective

Hope to me has long since been
merely just a word comprising of
4 alphabetical letters

1 of many you can look up under
H in any English dictionary 

In every other respect we are both on the
same page and have similar points of view
as are the beliefs we hold dear

Unfortunately I can't seem and rather
prefer not to block out all the bad
that exists in this imperfect world
world we live and take it into account 

Because unfortunately and as sad
and unsettling and as hard and as
that may well be to admit

In reality there is no way from getting
away from it as it most definitely exists

And isn't going away anytime soon

As long as we us human beings remain
in charge and are free to roam this here
planet earth we reside upon

Premium Member Still Holding My Own

"Somethings become part of our existence, never dispensing them however old or cracked they are...! May not be out of any special fondness or attachment, but simply so, defying all rationale."- By Poet

The syllable count-10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks.

I owned my house many many years back.
Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack.
But there is a rusted sink. 10, 
It is tilted at the brink
Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack

Now my sink looks a worn out contraption.
My wife's upset, has a hot reaction.
All its former glamor, gone.
In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn.
Still hold it to my strange satisfaction!

Though a washbasin, looks a urinal.
Water keeps flowing as through a canal.
In lower pipe, there's a kink.
Anytime my sink may sink.
Why I keep it, I have no rationale!
Form: Limerick

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