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Oh! Be ware whenever you answer your cell,
or land line phone. I received a call from the
Everett's Marriott Hotel. And did not answer
my cell phone. My personal friend, told me.
It is a place for prostitution. And I thought it
could also be a place for drug trafficking?
She told me it was how her problems,
and her daughters first started.
The hackers deleted all of her
photographs of her daughter's
youngest child. She had stored
in her cell phone.
The hackers hacked into her computer,
and had access to her files. They
tried to frame her daughter for
crimes she did not commit.
They tried to mess around with
her back ground check,
claiming she had a criminal
background.
They stole her car in the City of Arlington,
and messed around with it.
Taking all of her valuables out her
motor vehicle. Spreading lies
about both her and her daughter.
They tried to destroy the lives
of her daughter and her children
by spreading vicious and malicious lies.
Her grand daughters were both
sexually abused!
Her daughter arranged to have a date
with a man she found on one of those
internet dating sites. A child abuser,
and a wife beater advertised himself there.
You can apparently lie about your background
on those internet dating sites. They
probably can't check into the backgrounds
of people who post themselves on line
for dating services.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 29, 2020
It's not the exchange rate or demand I value,
When I think of any United States Dollar;
I think of the currency note or coin whose view,
Depict biographies of persons of valor...
John Quincy Adams, nation-thinker of no class,
Thomas Hart Benton, eminent and credible;
Salman Portland Chase, an inspirational bass,
Henry Clay, a slave-owner turned slave-loveable...
George Washington, known for highest integrity,
Abraham Lincoln, best of men of principles;
Theodore - stood for the earth- regularity,
Thomas Jefferson, gentle and personable...
I'd collected some dollars to keep them with me.
It's not because I am a dollar collector.
I collect currencies of any small country.
It's to be in touch with them as their respecter.
Struggle and freedom from merciless genocides,
From slavery, slave-trade, national apartheid;
Theft of land, heinously greatest of homicides,
Each in a dollar imprinted and embodied.
Bills might come and go even Bill Clinton did so.
Bills have values only when they have their backgrounds.
Bills have no values when newer bills make their show.
Bills or no bills. Life goes on just like hare and hounds.
Bills have much value when they come to India.
This is why the American's like to visit.
They argue, bargain with the common media.
They find Indians are full of humor and wit.
The dollar is the treasury of history,
Let us not just look at the number and transact;
Stop; look, think and contemplate on its mystery,
That you get many a meaning to facts abstract.
13 June 2021
$ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Diminished Expectations
Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations
Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children busy with visual fascinations
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations
Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished expectations
Rejecting even logical explanations.
Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017
plus Doctor Kaunda also says family names
in tandem should not determine,
who to associate with, any more than nap
pulled lying flat hair, but rather character of hearts,
viz each one of every Zambian availing their lap
necessarily if seat space in short supply.
Speaking at a vision
ambassadors promoting peace
campaign fundraising dinner,
Doctor Kaunda says increase
in toto with discrimination,
suspicion, hatred, betrayal, malice, fleece
sing (the golden calf)
re: greed, selfishness, grease
sing palms, and other
negative behavior release
zing threatening opposition
to zeitgeist, and core values crease
and crimp unity if left unchecked.
He has recalled that during
struggle for independence,
people from various
backgrounds humming and purring
worked hand in glove together,
realizing that they were, spurring
above everything else,
brothers and sisters of
one nation hungry stirring
potential for harmony whirring.
Dr. Kaunda says the “One Zambia One Nation” slogan
coined many decades ago still holds
true and continues starring Hulk Hogan
to unite Zambian’s together as one motley crue
clinging as one to solid state craft toboggan.
He says Zambia remains
a beacon of peace in Africa,
that dare not smother
snapchat, nor shutterfly - oh brother
scuttling important all Zambian citizens
should pay obeisance with mother
land maintaining grew ving
peace and loving one another.
sometimes it harder to find something interesting to
write about
being popular leads us to want things certain ways
the level of professionalism steeps throughout
each piece of work
great i greater from it's appeal
the way it makes you feel
and it's charm upon delivery
it's rangey but I can try to appease
sid the singer about the song
they made it sound like
her former works
cushioning for her audience
the intros needs more attention
the first structure needs to have more
appeal
the subject matter questions her sincerity
asking the audeince is she for real
don't wanna say ooh when the chorus change
we should channel our effords here
the ooh's the ahh's need refreshing
come baby let's keep it real
said love to many times before
only to have the backgrounds say
bla-bla won't get this done
takes some time
let's be for real!
Conditioning myself to sing like this
won't have this done if
ya'll aint real.
practice see where I'm coming from
take some time let's be for real.
strangs real sweet a groovey bass
rattle your drawers off on the floor
damn that sounds right
in any place
twick the lyrics and keep it real.
Like what I feel
sing with me
make me right
do your thang
sang in accordance with me
written and composed by:
Forte-Ritard-Trill-Cresendo
Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others.
Especially when the notes are singing in harmony.
A Harmony that is purely Bella to the fall of the first winter snow.
Snow that calms the hot ground from the heat that escaped the summer and landed into late Autumn.
Both forms of love are based on the unity of love.
Cold and hot cannot exist without one another.
Even when they oppose one another they are still brought together by the Melody and Harmony of music and life.
They are the love born of constant sadness and perseverance of truth.
They come from the unity of two that have different backgrounds that were meant to unify for a complete bliss that begins with four angels, and ends with more bliss.
Nothing can be done as all of the Gods, including the one that is the chief of all has ordained it!
The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
In photo albums of the past,
The pictures stayed in place
With little stick-on corners
That today you can’t replace.
The albums after that had pages
That you had to lift;
The photos rested under plastic,
‘Til they’d start to shift.
I have a bunch of those, with pages
Turning brown or loose.
Instead of getting them in shape,
I find a good excuse.
When I’m no longer here, those pictures
Likely will get tossed.
Those moments captured by a lens
Will finally be lost.
So even if my albums are
Intact, with full repair,
I seem to be the only person
Who might really care.
My recent photographs are kept
In books I make online.
I choose the backgrounds and the fonts –
Each masterpiece is mine.
But someday they will, too, be gone
As memories do fade.
Until that time, my albums all
Are front-row-seat displayed.
Visual air fading Into night,
Eyes becoming shunted with
the bending of the light
My sound becomes an echo,
My soul becomes a mirror,
Me becoming you,
To nearer be.
Not grasping, but releasing,
Not gasping, almost breathing
Forsaking all the world for your touch.
I cannot make myself so small
To disappear yet still exist,
The finest line between
My shadow and your mist.
Summoned by your gaze,
My eyes see only everything,
My lips un-parted speak in kisses
Deep enough to fill the oceans of this world
And all the worlds that there could ever be.
Your lips are mine, your heart becoming me.
I disappear in you.
Emerging into life anew,
Unchanged but uncontaminated.
Shameless shamen
Dancing to the beat of Heaven’s fire.
The whispered sound
Of backgrounds visual life
Whose touch so piercing soft
That I am left amazed and dazed
Deep depressed beneath the edge
Of wisdom’s knowing knife.
And I bleed out and disappear in you.
So willingly would I become
That which you create
Forsaking life for truth
Forsaking life for beauty
Forsaking all for this.
This mad, sad, cryptic moment
Touched by many
Missed by plenty
Now the bell
So freely tolls
As time renews its moment
And I must take such bitter pill,
My leave.
Eleven years ago, it was a glimmering, gleaming, spanking new house
And we were so pleased, as we had designed it, our way, for us.
We immediately eliminated a dining room, preferring to eat in the
Livingroom on the multitude of couches, or recliners, reposing as we eat.
I have noticed so many things about it lately that are
Not spanking new, glimmering or gleaming, but I do not care one whit.
I have outgrown the need to spend hours and hours
Doing something I despise doing – namely housework, vacuuming
And other crazy stuff that is a waste of time as it perpetually needs
Re-doing.
I believe in living every minute of the rest of the time you have
Left doing stuff that is worthwhile, and fun, which explains my art
Studio full of paints, and brushes, and glitter, and canvases always
Sitting, waiting, with big white smiley faces on big white smiley backgrounds.
And my computers, one in my back office, and one in my garage office,
And four bathrooms, for two people. I wish I was kidding, but I am not.
No, it is no longer a glimmering, gleaming spanking house, but we love it.
It lives in the woods, with woodland creatures, and it has flowers galore,
It is a haven to bees, and wasps, and spiders, and snakes, and a boxed turtle too.
It is the only place I ever want to be, it is heaven on earth to us,
Our perpetual go-to-spot and best of all? It is home! My stay-cation palace
In the woods. I cannot imagine heaven being any more suited to my needs.
Best of all? It replenishes me nightly, helping me to eliminate the gloom
Of a sad day, or the memory of a lost child, who does not dare dream or hope anymore.