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You left me all alone again in the therapist office we went over all the scenarios what we would say but there you were stunned knowing your head was bashed in your lip still bleeding from his brown fist you said nothing holding your arm while the pain crawled down your back and again he'll get a free pass I hate you for that he mangles us as his friend meet at the bar cackling about the bruises they left on their wives just so they could have a beer and a sandwich rather than sit through meat loaf and potatoes hearing Bobby talk about his championship game wanting both his parents to just get along long enough to see him receive his trophy but here you are broken battered in tears unable to stand or open your swollen eyes I'm here looking at the therapist crying weeping what a waste of flesh allowing yourself to be abused by this coward being respected a great guy a woman beater hurting his children oh well this is America women are conditioned to except his raunchy characteristics and he still swings a baseball bat who are you lady I'm triggered to let the world see what we've done cause he's not coming back to ever harm us again thoughts have been acted out only because you couldn't get out and well he's dead now there I said it Somebody had to stop him the authorities take him around the corner to return more violent I am not sorry for saving you it’s not your fault tell them it was me remember
survive to stay alive
Alto Enhancement Mental healthcare
Thank you
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
Today is Christmas!
A day set aside
By Christian authorities
To celebrate the birth
Of someone special
Whose coming was foretold
By the prophet of old
To lead to the rising
And falling of many in Israel
A heavenly king in form
Of a human child born of
Virgin Mary in lowly town of
Bethlehem of Judea
And in keeping with his mission
He went up disgracefully to the
Cross crucified and was buried
And rose up on the third day
Ascended into heaven and now
Seated at the right side of his father
Who sent him on the mission
To redeem the world and bring
Back all his father’s creation
Into his heavenly kingdom
Christmas is time for appreciation to God
For giving us His most precious possession
Giving is the basis of His birth
God gave us His best at Christmas
We need to give Him our best
We celebrate Jesus of story
We celebrate Jesus of history
Above all we celebrate Jesus revealed by Holy Spirit
Merry Christmas!
Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths,
Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths?
Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl,
Both 'lived-in' long relationships and pleasures seemed to curl.
Did neighbors know the couple's inside world? God alone knows,
Everything seemed like cream on Christmas cakes, the story goes.
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Quarrels erupted betwixt them like sudden volcanoes,
These are, often, extinguished, yet, as sounds of pianos.
Marriage used to be the talk sometimes; or fidelity;
Fighting tooth and nail, they slept as though in enmity.
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As the days went by, Shraddha Walkar was not seen around,
Aftab Poonewala was, often, with other girls, found.
When genuine doubts mounted like the highest of mountains,
Aftab found the truths splashing out like Artesian fountains.
Having been cornered, his crime of murder Aftab confessed,
Revealed, truth after truth, having, by authorities, pressed.
Sliced her into thirty-five pieces; kept them in the fridge.
Threw one piece per night, into a ridge past the jungle bridge.
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New truths are unfolded each day like petals of new blooms,
As and when the law, on its vivacious spheres, justly zooms...!!!
(This report is filed by ANI news service. India. The legal suit is on)
15 February 2023
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
A nation rainbow
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
Possibly the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialism
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
Classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class, and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
Their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone's
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
2026.06.26
What a bl...y blametastic
Of the City Melbourne library.
From Staff (P) who lied,
To the manager (A-M) who turned a blind eye,
Then, the Director (T) who repeated the same false allegations,
Finally, the Complaint Coordinator (J),
Who blabbed all the way.
Accusing me from threatened to request
To film the Makerspace,
When there was plenty CCTV in placed.
Yes, they found the Footage,
But could not make any comment on it.
Because, the evident incriminated them.
They used authority bias in making decisions
Distorted the facts in their investigations,
Misconstrued the facts and information,
Lack of communications and organisation skill.
None of them could provide a single evident,
Only generalised with own false statements,
How I was negative, disrepectful and disruptive.
I lodged many complaints with facts,
They never get back to clarify my findings.
Continued on using personal and undisclosed notes.
Wrote a formal letter without day,
Hard to follow without number of the page.
Repeatedly mentioning their goals and policies,
But inconsistence and contradicted practices.
Shame on them, with these authorities figures,
As Pauline Hanson said "Fire the liar,
Dumped them aside, make ways for others"
Shame on you City of Melbourne library,
Especially and the staff at the Makerspaces.
The matriarchal deeper
and therefore slower growing Slorax
plants rich networks of Truffula Trees,
restores justice to Her Earth's unitarian community,
cooperatively owned and managed.
When excess harvests feed greed,
growing across monoculturing
less competitive
colonized fields
over-ruled by authorities to punish trees for non-uniform compliance
to meet and greet enslaving commercial needs
and commodified values of prison workers
measuring value only in capital outgoing
against financial investments incoming per day,
per hour
per minute
per second of progress v loss of accumulated fiber value,
Then ecofeminist time has come,
and hopefully not yet too gone,
for unitarian yin reverse-hierarchies,
for cooperatively democratic
restorative healing,
for Earth-therapeutic
revolutionary Slorax to speak,
to cooperatively learn and educate,
to non-violently communicate,
to polyculturally plan
ecosystemically healthier,
ecologically re-creative
economic outcomes for all resident people
plants
planetary nutritional infrastructure.
The Slorax worships Truffula forests,
where LeftBrain/RightWing deductive western dominance
justly balances
RightBrain/LeftWing eastern inductive prominence
As Yang revolts
returns
universally reweaves
toward yin's warm-wombed unitarian compassion,
Then, as Now,
we embrace ancient nutritional Space
creating bicameral Lorax/Slorax WombTime,
As BreathFlow economizes nurturing Light
of and for hungry Truffula forest leaves
and hearts
and minds
and roots
toward future healthy multiculturing generations.
Mid Eastern Tales 5
Curtis Johnson
Long, long ago,
before Greece, Rome, or Great Britain,
there lived a queen of relatively short duration.
She would not survive today’s penal system because
her fellow inmates would deem it unjust to be near her. She was neither sweet nor tender, but cruel and depraved.
She was the mother of the king.
I suspect that she was simply an evil seed.
It seems she acted out of an instantaneously
depraved mind. Perhaps she was already planning an evil plot sooner, or later.
There was in the Region another evil queen before her; but if one had to choose, what a challenge that would be!
When Queen Athaliah learned that her son the king had been murdered, she immediately went on a killing spree of her own. She hastily killed all her grandsons. I agree. It’s sickening. By so doing, she became the ruler of her troubled country.
After 6 years, her ruler ended abruptly when it was discovered that one of her grandsons had been hidden by his aunt. The authorities then crowned the newly found 7-year-old king. Though justice was delayed, at the end it was well served. They quickly surrounded and captured the evil queen and sentenced her to death.
10232016 cj Bible, 2 Kings 11
Lingering in the shadows
Thinking no one can see
To him it is such a thrill
Following and watching me
For weeks no it's been happening
I noticed him late one afternoon
He doesn't think that I know
I don't want him to know too soon
Although it seems a little creepy
And I question myself as to why
He doesn't seem to scare me
All he does is hide and spy
Establishing a pattern each week
It's the authorities I notify
Of his whereabouts I inform them
At a lineup I have to identify
Positive identification I swore
He looked at me with a smile
That part of my life is over
And a stalker now in exile
10/11/2017