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The supreme leader of Red China wants his state workers to get by with a 30% reduction in their salaries! Some of their hard earned money will line the pocket books of himself and his mistresses and his family! But the Red Chinese people have never known a democratic form of freedom government! And in fact would not not know what do to with one even if they could have one! And I am truly sorry about that but it is very sad and very true!
The rest of the money probably won't go to his military but most likely be used to make even more dangerous nuclear weapons to launch on its neighbors, the USA. India, Japan and Australia! In order for him to fulfill his nefarious dream of world domination in 2035 or even before then! And he certainly is not keeping it a secret!
He is even boasting of it and defying the rest of the world to do any thing about it!
There is a God in heaven above and on the earth below who will do plenty about it! In the fullness of His own time schedules and not any mortal man!
He does not care about the plight he is causing his very own state employees! They are his minions and his puppets and he is their puppet master supreme ruler. Who dares in the sight and in the presence of All mighty God his creator! And deify himself and chairman Mao to be worshiped as Gods and they will be judged by All mighty God, Himself!
He wants to worshiped as God not just by his minions and puppet people, but by the entire world! He is not nor never will be any God of any born again Bible believing Christian, or any Messianic Jew or any devout Muslim! "No one man or no one country shall ever rule the world," Jesus Christ!
When we see these things start to happen, we are to look up, for our deliverance draws neigh! The return of Jesus Christ during the Rapture of the Church is almost at the door. It is just right around the corner! We know the times and the seasons of His return but not the hour nor the day!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea/ October Country
December 15, 2021
Deify me, I illuminate your world.
I shine like your luminous guardian angel.
In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel.
I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning.
I always your routine activities herald.
I glitter for the flora to have their fill,
so do I for men to energize their mill.
Of the ocean currents I keep on warning.
I make the flora lush for medicine and food.
I awake for the globe's universal good,
and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile.
I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while.
The globe's life would cease without my needful presence.
Of the firmament, I am the very essence.
he’s the cream of the fetid crop drop my dream off at the bank and cash it in sin grins demons demonstrate and deify stratified simpletons who caress videos with pornographic poverty mediocrity meditates on mushroom clouds stalking world peace foreclosed homes stripped fixed and sold to the highest bidder the inane riddle chuckles in every direction rock-stars teenage cop cars crowd the camera-addled peasant lanes fire pistons plug the hole first down and ten yards to go score and win next season begin again push push push once more beyond the wall hear the women call they want you with a painted smile to finish the last cracked concrete mile denial of the loss sets in as he gets ahead of you and there’s nothing you can do except sit at home and stew over the fences you fell through
E'er since slip of a lad
little boy painfully shy
think Holden Caulfield
Catcher in the Rye,
(a teen cult classic penned by
Jerome David Salinger),
now resuming poem
about me, no why
ne'er beseeched, implored,
or pleaded to our Unitarian father
art thou in heaven...
socially withdrawn kid
wherefore I ne'er did ply
risk taking, and rarely did try
to test (dis)comfort zones,
nonetheless did despair
and silently decry
failing with flying colors plus my
lackluster luck concerning
absolute zero friends, I don't deny
abysmal classroom experience
linkedin with comprehension how to try
adding insult to injury teacher's pet
chosen to help, course
I wanted to disappear and die
feeling utterly inferior no lie
hated life (mine) anyone
could easily espy,
non verbal body language
spoke volumes, imagining
Matthew Scott to vanish
into thin air whisked into sky,
and even now envision well nigh
alien abduction, one garden
(hybrid) variety guy
taken as token Earthling, an ally
among nonhuman species, where
unconditional acceptance doth apply
feted as guest of honor trumpeted
profuse gratitude expressed to fortify
genuine appreciation, where the
multitudes of highly
intelligent robot anoint and deify
one humble scribe formerly
residing in Schwenksville,
the above I certify
as true so please don't vilify.
" Definitions:
Delineating Means: Depicting or describing.
Deify Means: Adoration or exaltation for a beloved." - Oxford Dictionary -
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Darling, desire dominates dearest dreams.
Daydreams discover deepest devotion.
Despite demonstrative dauntless dedication.
Decades didn’t dampen delicate delights.
Daylight dawned, dazzled by a daisy a day.
Doting directly drives desire to dance.
Determined to declare deify for my dearest.
Distinguished, debonair, dignified date.
Dress, diamond, Diocese, document, a destiny.
Delineating developing dependence divinely.
Deserving dedicated devotion darling.
Dissent divides, devotion defends, to dispel dire divisions.
Wilderness edible forests,
to hungry mothers,
became wild undomesticated wastelands
to commodifying and taxing FatherLand patriarchs.
Wilderness matriarchs once Pledged Allegiance to the Sun,
and Gratitude to GrandMother Moon
for both interdependent fullness
and new womb emptiness,
grace-filled promise
of future healthy integrity,
pregnant with promising fertility.
We pledge allegiance and gratitude to our Sun,
One Icon of our First Native Nations and Wilderness Tribes,
reforesting and harvesting indivisibly synced
under and within SkyMother Earth
with liberty to not be unpatriotically bullied
to rescind each democratic individual's right
to equal liberty of mind and heart and body,
and forest wilderness ecojustice
for all GrandMother Moon's health planting
and wealth harvesting children,
Moon-matriotic matriarchs
and Sun-patriotic patriarchs.
Expressing grateful loyalty within
wilderness edible forests,
to and for hungry parents and grandparents,
becoming wildly domesticated fertile lands and waters
co-arising fire-lit atmospheric climates
to cooperatively commodify
and sacredly deify
and co-invest Mother EarthTribe
matriarchs rewombing
maturing matriarchs with patriarchs,
born equally of transubstantiating Sacred SunLight,
Love,
Grace
breeding and feeding
cooperatively owned Gratitude
of sun-drenched EarthTribes.
Could our polycultural history of sun worship
trump mere nationalistic supremacist flagships
for more sustainable healthcare
within patriot/matriot-balancing
multiculturing identity?
She has fought feelings like soldiers at war
Revering him in a quiet dark place
In reticence she carries the torch for
This man who has set her heart at fast pace
Throughout their time they have traversed a trip
A long trek causing such veneration
He has grasped her heart with a vice like grip
Which she feels in times of separation
The force of this love sets her soul on fire
Her default mode is programmed to adore
Her adulation causing such haywire
All as a result of this girl’s candour
Her worship spreads like waves of the ocean
Drowning in her need to deify him
Stifling him with consuming devotion
Her idolisation full to the brim
Intoxicated by this man so sweet
Mind altering he is much like a drug
Their time together she feels is a treat
Doesn’t care she’s infected with love bug
Perhaps he feels there’s no means to escape
The pure whirlwind that is this mindless girl
But when your mind has undergone reshape
There’s no choice but to let feelings unfurl
Giving her heart has been much like a dream
She realises that she was starving
Idealisation through her bloodstream
A new path she has found herself carving
So he should realise he makes her whole
A mere truth she knows in her very soul
Dreaming of sugar spun so high
I could barely touch the sky when
a bird came and sat on my shoulder
she said she was messenger of the
gods of this realm and we (the humans)
of course had forgotten to sow our
souls with seeds of true harvest
most notably we strew our seeds onto the
hard ground of leeched existence where
little can be gathered other than motes
awaiting the rain of content to soften
our fields, we discover perhaps the
drive to exhume something thought
lost but not buried, at least in the
usual of sentiments, not in the ground
but in the concrete village we call
our selves...we hope, we pray, we
silently scream for anyone to listen
the gods of this realm have turned
away to their parlor games as we no
longer remember to deify their
existence, so who will deify ours?
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colorful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 4, 2018 for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,
yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,
thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching psalm body
e'en the Sultan of Brunei
or sovereign from Abu Dhabi
to administer euthanasia,
I would willingly rectify
to bid good riddance and goodbye
experiencing said unpleasant reactions
listed above, hence death wish
of mine to comply
expressed modus operandi doth underlie
trawling the net whereby, to crucify
rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate
gofundme site could justify
assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing
repurposing... biodegradable cross -
guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify
upon me rising masses will deify
an imperfectly square profane guy
skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,
or descend into Dante's inferno,
hmm... methinks hot meal my
olfactory organ doth nasally espy
summat good cooking, therefore aye
got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms
amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,
now get secular humanist off doggone †
lest he gets cross and promises to nullify
future aery missions...
sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry
else fans ye will need to pacify,
and posthumous rock star status
martyr on your stained hands
leaving widow whose syrup prize
zing tears unceasingly cry
without spouse to henpeck,
she cannot deny
cuz, body (mine), saintly
nicked peep pulled, tattooed
with apostolic marks
sharp nib she did apply.