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The life of a fraud officer
For eight years
I worked as a fraud officer
Combating visa and passport fraud
Back when I worked
As a US diplomat.
In Mumbai
There was so much fraud
But we often had no choice
But to hold our noise
And issue visas.
In Spain not as much
But still quite a bit.
I learned the hard way
So many people
Are con men and women.
Lying, cheating
To get what they want.
One learned to not take it personally
Just part of the job
Working in a broken down visa system.
Where if the client has a good lawyer
And the paperwork looked legit
They would prevail.
And so the constant games
The lies and deceit continued
To this day.
I became so cynical
About people
But detecting fraud
Was like playing detective.
Once in a while
We were able to deny
A visa.
When the fraudulent activity
Was too blatant to ignore.
I passed a house in a darkened space
A number flew before my face
I saw an elephant on a car
A man with an "L" shaped scar
I found a baby lying upside down
Bugs and spiders eating together on the ground
A plane bounced on barn roof
A horse limped with a wagon attached to its hoof
...I'm weird
Voices are shrill and thick in my ear
A presence of evil is drawing near
A little girl is skipping rope on the lawn
A bear growled loudly, then was gone
A Ferris wheel rolls round and round
A kitten in a pool is trying not to drown
The highway of silver lines the barren land
A crowd watches the marching band
...I'm not relevant
Emerald green uniforms hug the armed soldiers
Blood red balloons celebrate the drinkers of Folgers
Baby blue shoes enfold the new tiny feet
Pink poppies line the banks of the creek
Fifty four houses all in a row
Ninety eight graves create a flow
Sixteen schools of thought on life
One hundred and one ideals of combating strife
...How shall I mean???
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-02-2018
Note: What is life without meaning? What would happen if we allowed circumstances, places, people, events to be what they are, where they are without assigning "meaning?" I believe we would experience life anew, fresh, every moment of every day, and that kind of life is worth living :)
Restless and heart heavy
When i think of all the deception in the world
Oh how there are always gods aplenty
And heros....but why so many?
Its oursleves we must save
And examples that stretch our minds
For we only know when we are shown
Just how blind
As i transform i hide my abilities within
Just how far they grow...i honostly yet do not know
All i know is effects of sin
They wound greviously
Like a seeking arrow they try and find
The weak points in my armor
Until im born again
Not in flesh
But of spirit combating the dark within
That tries to trick me. Tell me other things ...many things
Are needed to win
But they just dont want you to see what u hold within
Some hidden art
Within you it has always been
One became example so we may see
And be eternally
As a lantern in the dark among the shadows of men
A blessing from the creator not to scorn...
But so we may each observe and mend
What the power of love does to those who rebel
If they listen but do not hear
Then how can they draw near
Close minded people do not often
Observe beyond there own ears
How the seeds grow and form
Same as with man throughout the years
God gave animals the things they need
And how more awesome are we
If God gave us his Son
For us to see metaphysicaly
Past the obvious and in ways of love
It is called poetry
The religion of Love is what i speak
Pure uncorrupted ...the dreamy stuff
That keeps the heart meek
A war one lost to win the war for many
And in 3 days ...there was overwhleming joy
In a peacuful city
That dwelt in the hearts touched by ones love
And they were loved
Deep and unconditionally
Tell me of what other God so selflessly speaks?
When God speaks without speech it is because he isnt speaking ...but because we arent reading it right
In life he uses everything for his art....his poetry
So many have perished
In a fight for a cause
Combating fake demons
Built just for false wars.
Secular prejudice
Satan’s offspring at heart
Breeds daily with terror
Faith gives it a start.
Infidels’ against sinners
Spin the compass around
Sinners see infidel
There’s no middle ground.
Crusade is a jihad
Influences the same
Modern kings rolling dice
Powers greed is the game.
Young seeking a purpose
Congregate to war cries
Banquets for connivers
Serving articulate lies
Foot soldiers aren’t fighting
Against what they think for
Agendas so twisted
They've caused hundreds of wars.
Definition:
Corona ' the rarefied gaseous envelope of the sun or other stars'
Dose that mean this virus is space born or maybe from mars?
The media will inform you to Heed the warnings and feel that fear
'That we should Close the boarders
"let's not have it here" .
don't touch that ‘
and avoid that place the latest reports confirm it’s from space .
Just a cough at the beginning this heralds its start
'but watch the hell out
‘for this virus is smart .
I heard on the radio that hospitals can no longer cope
'this thing from the stars has robbed our hope ,
thousands have fallen and some have even died
from this astral weapon that's now been applied .
So What's the government’s line to combating this plague ?
It’s to Forget this poem
‘As it’s misleading and vague .
"For only in imbalances we feel
the balance that keeps life on even keel."
-by Poet
Each life can offer hurdles- somewhat hard to solve
filled with imbalances that rock the soul and heart.
The pleasures versus struggles battle to resolve
a peacefulness that governs when ordeals depart.
For what is joy without its contrast with despair?
No tides would push and pull devoid of ebb and flow.
The earth would die with just the sun- no rain affair.
Sans darkest night, no day could wake to renewed glow.
Life's struggles shape realities defining peace;
must strive to overcome each dire adversity.
Combating, pushing to adjust- new joys increase
to help forget- accept new-found diversity.
Life struggles create stormy days that come and pass;
with hopeful perseverance- brighter ones amass.
March 5, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Life's Struggles
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged:03/09/2021
Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken
Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected
Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination
Swooping on prey with strident screech, hook talons
Flashing vengeance at every turn, a bandied sword
Combating stance slices hearts in half, no challenge
Her hurtful words were weapons, feelings' neglect
Evil clenched a crusted clump, grew gross, ignored
Repugnant bulge, cancerous cruel crept unchecked
Charm which lured folks religiously, flung them ruthless
Ice in vicious veins fed malicious mouth, a habit abhorred
Path obscured by pain unresolved, killed kind maneuvers
15th September
... For Ace.....
Growing up in the GOP, the
Shadow of Lincoln, among others was strong.
Yet as time rolled through, subtle but
Drastic change has occurred, both in the short & long.
It has morphed through a rear-view mirror,
Looking for its greatness and glory in the past.
While failing to work on any future,
Or any progress that might stand and last.
At the core, they're seen combating truth,
With enough lies that burden and inflame.
With the power and legal agility, to
Try and displace reality and delay the game.
Holding on to conspiracy as concrete footing,
Such that Q-anon and the satanic are real.
They attach to the fanciful by fear mongering,
With only repetition as a fraudulent seal.
So as they chase down the boogeyman and demonic,
Lo and behold, they tend to find a democratic face.
Where even 'RINO's are tracked down and hunted,
Becoming endangered in their once-safe place.
This pursuit has shown its vile nature,
As violence threatens those to dare realities view.
And I can only hope that justice will survive,
And the truth will provide the final clue.
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
Our jubilation doth transpire ten-fold
Accepted passion from my lover’s breath
Tantalizing the heart, with love untold
Benevolent guidance pending our death
Elation encompassed within one’s heart
Magical light shine down from up above
What God has joined let no one tear apart
Combating man’s loneliness, lasting love
Gregarious in time, I reach for you
Conscripted parallel by legends hand
Endowed with such beauty my heart, stay true
Spectacular joy with a golden band
My heart is now yours for all of my life
Please accept this ring and become my wife
October 6, 2020
Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton