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An enraged man was arrested
for berating school board members.
Now he's branded a terrorist.
By a cluster of Capitol Hill elitists...
What the "woke" won't reveal is that
The man went off because his daughter
was sodomized in the girls' bathroom at school.
By a predator dressed in a skirt.
Who claimed to be gender fluid...
This animal who'd previously assaulted
another girl not long before.
The school board. at the time. was pushing
transgender agendas and in their blind wokeness.
Largely covered up for the animal and its excrement.
(at the young girl's expense...
That's why the man snapped.
He was just being a good dad.
the Terrifying Teens
2010
The dark days of the great recession
Begin slowly to fade away
Ending my Barbados experience -the best job in the foreign service on high note best labor officer award
2011
the president and Congress locked in battle battles
glimmer of hope as economy comes back to life
Studying Spanish arriving in Spain
worst year ever part of three years bad luck
2012
the US re-elects the Black President
rejecting Romney entitlement mentality
I leave Spain my last foreign posting
buying new property in the fall
2013
In the US the religious right
loose the social Battling gay marriage, legal pot
Starting a new job as an evaluate program evaluator
ending my six month wandering the halls of State
2014
The Obama presidency
The tea party rebellion on the right
Moving to Capitol Hill
My sister’s sudden death rattles me
2015
The end of the Obama era
Was this the beginning of the end of America
Beginning the year with a new job
resolving to retire, enjoy life while I still can
2016
American voters and at the madness
Elects the mad would be king President Trump
We traveled across the country 10,000 miles
To celebrate the end of my foreign service career
2017
the year of the chaos president
Fast and furious disruption to the norms
Went to Oregon to renovate property
becoming wealthy in the process
2018
the American public woke up
Send a blue wave to clean up the mess
Moving back to Korea
Blogging up a storm
2019
in the end of the year that was
The house races up and impeach is the president
I travel to Vietnam, Alaska, Washington, Oregon, California and Okinawa
Mister money bags no more
Ah..., how I idolize the days of yore
before June twentieth, and twenty first
two thousand twenty three
when utter senselessness wore,
a trail of woe brutally
ravaging and savaging mine psyche,
yours truly attests gullibility tore
and rent asunder
leaving cumulative finances
decimated, pulverized, and frankly zapped
rendering me poor
as a Unitarian church mouse named Kishore
dirty deed done dirt cheap extempore
courtesy yours oblivious to "red flags."
I still bitterly lament how
the computer/scammer
who called himself "Harvey Specter"
exhibited exceptional faux zeal
and blame myself,
whereby figurative cog and wheel
within sixty plus shades
housing mine gray matter
did not properly turn
ordinarily (when perspicacity,
sensitivity, and acuity optimally function)
setting off an ear splitting squeal
loud enough to rouse
a sleeping Leviathan
when upon awakening would bellow
now cue the giant
from Jack and the beanstalk
Fee-fi-fo-fum!
I smell the blood
of an Englishman:
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Nevertheless significant loss
viz medium of exchange
(enriching the coffers of another -
particularly him that scoundrel
née fraudster foisting financial fiasco
frazzling father most definitely nonideal
modus operandi I envisioned,
hence the gofundme page
(ofttimes sited with
gentility, honesty, integrity...
when crafting previous poems),
yet passage of time did not heal
severe financial hemorrhage,
keeping checking and savings accounts
analogously under critical care
(think intensive care),
whereby heroic measures undertaken
wads of cold cash linkedin
to many intravenous tubes
but ideally capitol offense
aired once again toward remuneration
imposed upon ganef
who bled me dry
courtesy convincingly, glibly, liberally...
sweet talking his way,
and I swallowed hook, line and sinker
(fabrication that Citizens bank employees
scheming to siphon investments)
yielded zilch (the big goose egg),
absolute zero positive result,
i.e. even partial remittance of lost monies,
when yours truly did make an appeal.
Hello to all you Americans
out there in the USA.
I’m talking to all my fellow citizens
the ones that were allowed to stay, anyway.
I feel there is no camaraderie
in this nation which we reside.
No union in our Capitol
no loyalty to each other to stand beside.
Our Government states they work for us
why then do all we see
Is a split right from the very top of it all
starting with Republican or Democracy?
Shouldn’t we truly be a union
as it states in our great saying?
Instead of fighting among ourselves
on things like when and where should we be praying?
I don’t understand our Government
so maybe I shouldn’t even speak.
Maybe I don’t see the whole picture
and to say anything alone would seem so weak.
One leader works hard to make a change
so worthwhile at the time it seems.
And the next candidate tells how he’ll do
everything possible to fulfill our dreams.
Wouldn’t it be simpler and better for all
for one to continue where the other left off?
Instead of spending all that money
showing the people at what they can scoff?
Greed and glory are dangerous things
too powerful for ones own good.
Too easy a plan that was intended
today people have misunderstood.
Treat others as you would treat yourself,
a simple notion that could mean peace.
But no one sees the value in this
and until we do this chaos won’t cease.
6/2017
In Memory of Ashli Babbitt
Your name, to many, it matters not!
Killed in the Capitol like a piece of rot.
Against a wall, you……just standing.
Capitol Police shot you, with Pelosi’s branding.
What a great plan by the conspiratorial Left!
Allow peaceful people to come in~ then.take away,
Their very last earthly, warm breath.
This woman of course, was in no way a Socialist.
A Retired Air Force woman, you destroyed,definitelly
was no terrorist!
What a game plan: “Let’s give the protestors, Trump hats,
An unethical, deplorarable move, designed by Swamp rats.
Hundreds of good Americans in the hole since that day.?
Tienneman Square in our Capitol, how tragic, that day!
1/19/2023
Our country’s strong,
we all know that,
said the politicians,
to the diplomat.
There’s no such thing,
as economic depression.
Then they scurry on by,
so they won’t have to gaze,
down the dark streets,
or the cold alleyways.
Where America hides,
all of its transgressions.
While high upon,
the Capitol Hill lawn,
lies are taken as fact.
Though the truth may be gone,
we still must live on,
only now, it will be at their discretion.
Rome was once,
a mighty land but alas,
yielded to destruction.
Be assured the past,
will again repeat,
if we continue in this direction.
If there was just one thing I could change
I would request an odd divinity to ferment in an Elixir
Which never intoxicate, nor take the state beyond rationality
No one is an aftermath of coping, coping in understanding , way upstream.
As fallen shadows on a puddle of rainwater have nowhere to move or shift
Only a hazy vibrations tell them a lot, as eloquence are often that, just that
I can take a book that belongs to you, even without passing the faith test
And outside, the lonely balcony and a streak of a moonlit story, is still viable
I will wait for you there, your warmth, shirt and your a bit hardened posture these all,
I can still try to smell hair oil that slowly calms down a bird nest, in a placid way
And you can still surmise, after all these are turned down, and burned down,
“I was thinking about her, as, she could be a better one!”
Am I a transcribed poem? I often think these days.
Am I a sound, like an abacus on a motif, that knew today, gathering yesterday or before
As sunlight, dimmed prayer bids, these all are reaching, till none or nothing are there, in further need of anything
To debate, derail or to juxtapose even, in any specific way
I can rub your wrinkled skin, and wrinkle free attire, too.
You and I, and the nemo in an axis, of a world, as a dipthong, somewhere
The inevitable, frequency and the outlier, befitting for a fitting remnants!
I am encapsulated by your love
Dramatized uncleaned in a soap opera
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
We together Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
In The Edge of Night, As the World Turns
In this The Clear Horizon, A Flame in the Wind
Oh, my darling I will promise you anything
Never Too Young, Bright Promise
Though we're The Young and the Restless
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Engulf in those Dark Shadows
As we forever long to be forever, together
Throughout Somerset One Life to Live
As I give, as I give
Witnessing the battles
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
The Doctors at General Hospital have tried to fix my troubled heart
The City for Generations in these long Days of Our Lives
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Those The Nurses helping doctors
Keeping our love heal and sharp
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
Hopes of marriage proclaiming our love
Procreation, producing All My Children
From Texas Santa Barbara
In Port Charles on Sunset Beach
It's Ryan's Hope to win you back Capitol
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
Together we Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
10/03/18
For Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sian St. John
An accident of history,
a coincidence,
I wonder,
EurAsia's Nightingale
sings toward newborn dawns of life
hope
faith,
while New Western Hemisphere's Eastern Whippoorwill
sends a darker through SouthWestern chill
warning of dualdark's bodily demise.
These two,
Nightingales with transatlantic Whippoorwills
continue singing through our outdoor dreams
of nights
FullMoon Nightingales of EurAsian love
and NewMoon Whippoorwills
warning of impending loss,
climates of emerging,
co-gravitating pathology,
descent
waving toward Nightingale repressions,
reweaving nocturnal memories
of happyYang Opportunity within sadYin PromisedThreat.
An accident of history,
a coincidence,
this confusion of colonialism's economic hubris
with anthro-elitism's Whippoorwills
warning shared political LoseLose demise.
Nightingales heard LeftBrain dominant
echoing NewMoon Whippoorwills sung RightBrain
sacred
ecological
matriarchal concave womb,
nurturing dualdark mythic warnings
flying through troubling climatic dreams,
like distant rolling thunder
coming toward a capitol investment
near Earth's groundnest,
GoodNews Nightingales
with BadFeeling Climates
revolving bright and dualdark
GrandMother Moon
sung in Whippoorwills.
~*~
God, don't let me fall, into Satan's trap.
The evil, infamy, and destruction.
Led by my snout, to no longer be free.
In speech, movement, I am tracked.
Simply, shine your light on me and let
me adore, Thee.
Show me the path, only your will I do.
Not some dervishes on Capitol Hill.
A nation founded under God, now falls.
My end, send soon, all morality has gone.
Lies pave the streets like amber coals on fire.
To exist on your earth, unfree, is not my desire!
1/16/2021
3am PST
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