Long Boarder Poems
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when the lion roll's
in the jungle
the lesser kings never cross
a boarder
limits are made
when power differs
in the jungle
we are hungry for a life
our world is made
with troubles
no escape root
despite we work
like the elephant
in the jungle
of no humanity
yet our story never change
in the third world jungle's
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
the lion is fearless
ever ready to protect
ever ready to fight
ever ready and awake
now I realise why every
lion in our third world
countries are wild
but die young
if not why our heroes
are a lot underground
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
one can't mess with a lion
it could eat you up
it can tear you in pieces
it has a lot power to fight
you down while blood
rolls down your body
now I understand why
the brave is hunted
and feared by our enemies
like the rolling lion
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
you have to be prepared
you got to be alert
a lot has gone down
a lot can still go down
in our ghetto jungle's
a lot of our lions
has been cut off from
our reach
a lot of our brave lioness
has been killed
they got vision
they embark on their mission
with out fear
and roll like a fearless lion
when we saw their motives
in our jungle
we hole heatedly made them kings
yet not too long so many
of our lion are underground
cos enemies are always scared
and ready to kill
when the lion roll's
note
a dedication to our fallen heroes!
Constance was a hoarder.
Her life was out of order.
She lived in a mess
I must confess
I would not like to be a boarder.
Nobody could walk in the door,
Excrement and junk covered the floor,
She could not throw anything away,
She collected more rubbish each day,
Items she had no use for.
Constance fed the cat, dog and the rabbit,
Who all had disgusting habits
Which made the house smell
And it was a living hell,
For her neighbour, Mrs Crabbit.
There was no room to move in the house
Even the rats and flies, and mouse
Found it a squeeze
Made them all sneeze
Even the parrot had a louse.
Poor Constance had a compulsion,
She had a disorder and didn't have a notion,
How strange this would be
For you and me
When we showed our revulsion.
What a dreadful affliction
A hard-to-understand addiction
They need to change
But it's challenging to rearrange
And go in another direction.
Words at times brief
Words never a full sentance
Words of relief
Words that bare referance
Words can be powerful
Words at times stark
Words can be hurtful
Words can leave their mark
Words not used that often
Words a whole vocabalary
Words left unspoken
Words of empaphy
Words on a great shrine
Words that spell doom !
Words profound or boarder line
Words that speak Volume!
An old poem l put on soup in 2012 thought update
The old white bearded man spoke in soft voice,
in front of the seated crowd in elegant poise.
Honor is a divine spark that has a hidden affect,
the mask of vanity and truth attract every soul prospect.
Ancient prophesies have risen from the depths of hell,
into the masked faces - impossible to break the spell.
Every desire in life has its answers what needs to be done,
if it were not so, creation would not have gone on.
The soul in body and part of earth spirit entity,
speaks in natures equilibrium and diversity.
Respecting natures elements become the walking on water,
sparking manifestation reaching honorable boarder.
The domain of oneself in God himself perception,
the love-steam in change of heart reception.
The lockup pointed to the wisdom point break,
needed to be attained in that grateful solitude.
You are mine;
My sweet banana wine;
With you alone, I will dine;
For you are too fine.
She calls herself your big fan,
Mama says you are her son,
To me, you are my first plan,
From which I learn.
For you, I will sit on a boda boda
Just to cross this boarder,
To a land broader,
Where you will be my holder;
Before any doing,
I take the reading;
To be sure about my feeling;
That you are more worth than a shilling
Daddy calls you his heir,
Coach says you are the best player;
To them, you are just fair;
A reason I don’t want just an affair;
We could sit under the pine;
And discuss about the lines;
If you do not mind,
I can always call you mine.
Rosie Hammond went to a convention held in the town of Gig Harbor
With vacuum salesmen she would wine and dine while worrying about her daughter.
She was suffering from pain caused by the medicine she took for her insomnia disorder
Drifting off to sleep before the meal was complete she dreamt a UFO took her to the boarder.
Being in such dire straits to stay awake she sniffed a Listerine soaked tissue
Loosing their wits watching these tid-bits her friends asked, “What’s been bothering you?”
“Don’t get your spandex boxer shorts all out of sorts making lunar craters from wormholes,
You’re daughter will be fine just give her some time,” are the things that Rosie was told.
So they continued to taste the nuclear waste sent from the restaurant’s kitchen
And Rosie’s mind was free to let her be a contributor to the convention.
Sweating his blood
Someone is serving you food,
Someone is ready at boarder
to drain his blood,
You know….
River is to water and garden to flower,
Don’t you feel …..
Love is to farmer and hug to soldier,
Let the flower to blossom and river to flow,
Let the birds to sing and the lions to roar.
Milking her blood
Someone fills your hunger,
Someone is ready at door
to hold you on his shoulder,
You know….
Candle is to light and gold to shine,
Don’t you feel …..
Mother is to Goddess and Father to Thee,
Let the rainbow to paint and the cloud to sprinkle,
Let the ocean to dance and the mountain to smile.
From when l wake untill l go to bed
Wheather boarder line or profound
These thoughts that are in my head
That constantly go round and round
Perhaps at times lm simply missread
But that dose not really anymore astowd
Even if l just simply play dumb or dead
It would seem then am l safe and sound
Though being carful where l then tread
Will l ever find some higher ground
Its like every single day l now dread
As by my thoughts l often feel bound
An exstension of poems a state of mind l against l
A state of comfusion ect
Ght
How did RED CHINA implement its very own depopulation agenda and thereby eliminating 90% of its own population? ***
It all began with declaring a small margin of only 5% of its population to be their national enemy! And having another 5% of its population bury their dead bodies! The 5 % of the burial detail became their very next 5% of their eliminated population.
These inhuman monster activities continued until only 5% of their entire population remained! They were selected to become brain washed (brain dead) by being indoctrinated into their RED CHINESE propaganda machine!
President Joe Biden only pretends to be concerned about vaccinating his own population!
Every day multitudes of illegal unvacintatedl immigrants of are crossing our southern boarder and being admitted into the USA! Already benefits our people are being allocated for them and thus depriving our own people! RED CHINA is giving him and other progressive politicians money to destroy the USA!
Concerned citizens need to call the House of Representatives before 2 PM EST and tell them: Do not pass an infrastructure bill of trillions of dollars which will place our children into the third generations into debts they can never re pay!
They need to call (202) 224-3121 for Washington State and tell them to stop selling out our country to RED CHINA! And to secure our southern boarders or be voted out of office! They need to call other members of the House of Representatives also! And to stop rigging our elections in their favor!
They need to tell them their children belong to their parents not their school districts and the government. Who only seek to brain wash our children! And yes electric cars will only cause more pollution than gasoline ones! .
We need to act accordingly and to vote responsibly by voting all of those political traitors out of public office! We do not want Red China to complete its hostile take over of the USA! We need to humble ourselves and to pray to God for our deliverance from all evil especially RED CHINA!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 22, 2021
DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist
"Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend?
Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end
When “Google” tells you turn right at the bend
Daylight night time Run Johnny Run gets dark at ten
~
Its GPS systems “Google” shows and tells you the road there
Maybe curb site lodging house in front of thee
As connecting when they actually do not trail, where?
I fell off the rugged deep end plummeting free
~
Keeping wheels on the road round, round you go
Rounded end to facilitated to slow, flow on cul-de-sacs
I driving off the freeway, spinning my way to and fo
Up down alleys down yield, slow, stop, dead end signs surface
~
Disconnected streets filled with trash cans, homeless and police
Crimes and gangs’ darkness rends why do dead end roads exist?
Limit through-traffic in residential areas.
Conjure up visions of quiet suburban bliss,
Curb line barrier curbs sidewalks houses meet barriers
Far removed from dangers and noisy high-speed traffic
~
One with low wages and no hope of promotion
No speeders, skate boarder, permitted on the shoulders
Cul-de-sac deadlock stalemate blank wall blind alley
Catch me if you can you can’t I am running blindly
~
Short street with a bulbous end, or even to the end just a portion
Why do neighborhoods have dead ends?
A long road that is a no-through road and terminates abruptly
All those speed bumps, curbs, Cul-de-sac deadlocks not our friends
~
Dead ends are added to road layouts in urban planning
To limit through-traffic in residential areas no one carrying
Is the dead end a road or street, an alley or sidewalk meet
No through road or no exit road,
Is a street with only one inlet or outlet?
When you come upon a dead end"
11/13/23
DEAD END STREET Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless