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Britain
Why did they fight for our freedom of speech?
when we as a nation are afraid to speak
Led by a government that’s corrupt and weak
the future for our children looks dark and bleak.
What’s happened to this great nation of ours?
Once so powerful,
now it’s us who carry the scars
more concerned with our image and fancy cars
Then protecting young defenceless children from the countless grooming gangs and peadophiles,
The police and MPS are to scared to charge.
Young British men fighting for twisted Islamic authors,
sharpening their knives to behead innocent news reporters,
it’s time for the government to stand up and end these slaughters,
before more men don’t return home, to their sons wives or daughters,
murderers and rapists infiltrating our borders, hiding behind a smile with no care for our orders.
We're no longer a nation that prides itself on earning,
cashing in our next giro cheque seems more concerning
when’s the system going to stop giving, and start learning or
will it take another Philpott to leave his kids burning?
A nation of scroungers has become the impression,
with a work shy attitude and a Jeremy Kyle obsession,
happy for you to work to pay for their homes and possessions,
while there’s soldiers left homeless in a state of depression.
When will there be justice for the victims of all these terror attacks?
we shouldn’t have to walk the streets looking over our backs,
The victims of Grenfell deserve more respect,
but with the government holding their own enquires what do you expect ?
It’s time for us to unite and end this frustration,
because after all they fought to keep this a great British nation,
it’s not about race, sexuality or religion
we’re all one people a part of one creation,
A convention was held in a foreign land. Playwrights, writers and authors (young and old) were recognized for their respective works. Everybody was overwhelmed for meeting new friends, beginners and veterans in the field of prose and poetry, scriptwriting, narrating, storytelling and publication of different sorts.
When the female guest speaker ended her speech, a male writer-author was silent in many casual conversations because the topic is about success. Nevertheless, everybody else is happy during the chitchats because by majority success was defined by fame and how much money you make.
The silent writer-author sold only two books in the market, but was never ashamed of the results of his work.
A young female author asked the silent writer-author, "What is royalty?"
The silent one replied, "It is when you are included in the statistics of big earnings without earning a single cent in reality!"
Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.
The mon ami that drank for you
when you could drink no more.
Long after the late-night rides,
I see their features pressed against
softly glowing bus windows,
as London transports them
from other decades, even to far Ohio;
their lips silently mouthing –
warnings perhaps, or
maybe just trying
to cadge another ten nicker.
~~~~~~~
Authors Note: "nicker' and 'quid' are Brit/cockney terms for
pounds sterling - money. "Cadge" as in - scrounge.
~Veteran's Day Tribute~
(Hotan)
It's Veteran's day
Today we honour all the
Living military veterans
For they do
Today remember
Their bravery
And their sacrifice
We're so proud of all
American Veterans from all wars
They keep us safe, free.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
November.11.2015
~Authors Notes:
~On November, 11, 2015... here in the USA, we celebrate "Veteran's Day"
Please remember and pay honor to all our American men and women in the Military, the Air force, the Navy etc...from the very long past, to the present and future generations. They sacrifice a lot and some have sacrificed it all ...they give it all they have... and too many have given it their all....their own very lives.
Please support all our American troops in any way you can not just this day, today, but everyday.
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much thought
Decided in man’s life to interfere
For He has observed Man’s mistakes
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation
Act with which God can never agree
So the Lord has most recently chosen
The book of life before long to reprint
Revising certain of its very old chapters
While others out will leave, He has hint
The concern of humans is now to know
Which chapters the book will not contain,
Which are going to be, somehow, revised
And which intact will forever remain
What was heard through the vine though,
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity
That made our almighty Lord and creator
To eliminate the chapter on humanity
The reason that our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet
And stop behaving as a dim-witted buffoon.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2016
* Lately mankind is witnessing extreme natural phenomena around the world.
I though, after revising it, to repost this poem of mine so to remind ourselves
of the upcoming dangers.
** According to UN’s report “We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,” said Chris Field, one of the two main authors of the report, and Rajendra Pachari chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: “Nobody on this planet is going to be untouched by climate change.” For that UN suggested measures to be taken immediately for to save the planet.
Moreover, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS),
announced that " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ...plus endanger the health of people."
***It is up to us to act in order to protect our planet, ourselves and our children!
~Pray for the Lost~
(Linked)
Pray for the lost
P
Lost of this world
R
World needs prayers
A
Prayers love God
Y
God sent His Son
F
Son to save all
O
All who are lost
R
Lost and confused
T
Confused in life
H
Life needs to change
E
Change inside heart
L
Heart needs repent
O
Repent hope soon
S
Soon, so let's pray
T
Pray for the lost.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.31.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV )
~Authors Notes:
" The Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.
She’d married him for security,
and his needs she’d most ignored,
she hadn’t strayed to seek out love,
she’d cheated because she was bored!
Deep down she’d craved the bad-boy type,
the kind she has slept with in school,
and that cowboy had scratched the itch,
but things would get even more cruel…
See her cowboy, he was married,
with a wife and two children fine,
but the author wasn’t bothered,
in fact she knew this the whole time!
She was fine with wrecking a home,
so long as she could see to her wants,
the only thing she didn’t know
was that he took other girls on jaunts.
And worse still there was that business
of him giving her a ‘parting gift,’
it turns out that he gave her three,
Her poor husband never knew it!
It only ever was found out
when the daughter who was oldest
wanted to research her family,
took an ancestry DNA test.
The results that she found shock her,
shocked the family to the core,
none of the kids were the husband’s,
he now was a father no more.
And even thought the kids all said
that the husband was still their dad,
he couldn’t make sense of it all,
and things got very, very bad.
She’d taken his whole life from him,
his understanding of all things,
all those decades of sacrifice,
and what, in the end, did it bring?
The thought that it was null and void
was just too much for this poor man,
he went out and bought a pistol,
ending his life by his own hands.
His no-longer children found him,
it was a trauma none should bear,
they no longer speak to their mother,
need therapists to fight despair.
All this was brought out to the news,
but it mattered little to them,
didn’t fit with their narratives,
society cares not for men.
And did the author feel awful?
Did any of this cause regret?
No, she wrote her romantic book,
made her millions off of the dead.
The best authors are narcissists,
not one of them think they’re malign,
Hollywood wants to make a film,
I think she’ll fit in with them fine.
But I can’t just ignore all this,
and when I see love tales with cheating,
I remember that husband’s death,
then I feel my anger rising…
We lost a special guy
Worked secretly as a spy
Sean Connery was his name
Acting smooth in a manipulative game
Taking a character from literature
Making it good looking using a moving picture
Getting attention
Using the latest invention
That was not a flying car
Whose driver is still a living star
Appearance very calm
Stating many times Bond, James Bond
Like a good Scottish Brit
Displayed the powerful stiff upper lip
Shaken not stirred
Sending a message not needing to say a word
Traveling the world
Next to the latest cover girl
Some good some bad
This film fantasy was truly the cinema fad
Tonight, Sir Sean could be on the prowl
Seeking out enemies being foul
Maybe Pussy Galore
On the heavenly Casino floor
Having English Breakfast with Sir Roger Moore
Which results in both Bonds being shown the angelic door
Now talking about placing gold on the finger
Could be the record hit by the well-known singer
All artists working together
Presenting a blockbuster peaceful action pack letter
Explaining the well-groomed leading man
Waving a heroic hand
When taking the adventurous stand
Good night
My fine theatrical knight
You put up a winning fight
Giving the written vision a proud visual sight
Leaving a dreamer author eternal might
At Last
Over ten years, hanging out on my coffee table.
Finally, one thousand four hundred and sixty pages,
collecting dust, in-between, in conclusion are able
to join two dozen, previously read, in various stages.
During these years, I did catch them in the corner of my eye.
Unfortunately, life’s journeys intervened, so they waited,
as did I, the years floated onward, they and I were passed by.
The journey stretched out over years, this is why we were fated
to savor tidbits of knowledge and wisdom throughout,
over ten years hanging out on my glass toped coffee table,
reflections before concluding our journey, ending without doubt
among the stacks of previously read book in my stable.
This being unusual for one who leaves nothing in the air.
Everything must be completed in a reasonable length time.
This unprecedented act of tardiness, ten years, my cross to bear.
Realizing it is all laid out in the lines of this rhyme.
Today, March forth, two thousand and twenty two, at one thirty PM
I gazed upon the last words, of the last page before closing this book
for evermore, this literary text of authors, poets, play writes, a gem
for this unaccomplished novice, receiving understanding, an inside look.
B. J. “A ”
March 4th, 2022
Authors Note:
-Preface-
Here is a short nature story in Haiku form. It is about fish who wonder off on their own only to find a waterfall which happens to be going in their direction, (over and down.) Rocks are also part of this story. It does not end well. Do not read on if you are squeamish. (If you are Amish that's ok but keep the children at a distance for their protection.) There is no telling what this author might do or say to confuse you and your youths.
waterfalls, deep breath
tumbled down fish wave good-bye
rocks collect, then rest