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Headline News Hypocrisy
"If you see anybody from that cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store,
at a gasoline station, you get out and you create a crowd.
You push back on them. Tell them they’re not welcome anymore, anywhere!" Maxine Waters
Main Stream Media “She is such a dynamic leader.”
“I’d like to take Trump out behind the gym and kick his ****!” Joe Biden
Main Stream Media “You tell’em Joe.”
“We can’t be civil until we are back in charge again!” Hilary Clinton
Main Stream media “She should have been President.”
“When they go low, kick them!” Eric Holder
Main Stream Media “They deserve it.”
“Get up in the face of some congress people!” Corey Booker
Main Stream Media “You go Spartacus.”
“Make America great again!” Donald Trump.
Main Stream Media “Man, that guy is so hateful, always promoting violence”
Ok, I am sorry for this but it is infuriating me and the main stream media is the enemy of the people. Stop reading me if you like because of this
but it is every day and has been for the past two years. What really gets me is people act like they don’t see it or feel that it is okay.
Whether you like the guy or not, this is just too much. I have seen numerous poems on this site trashing the President of the United States.
Everyday there are more. I mean really? Yes, I agree he’s not the nicest guy in the world. He shoots his mouth off too much but he is doing something,
Which is more than I can say for any other President, Democrat or Republican. He works hard and that is what scares these other politicians.
They look at politics as a job where they don’t have to do anything except sit around all day arguing with each other. They are scared to death of work.
Tim Smith just posted a poem about Kindness…everyone should read it. Why can’t everyone just be kind to one another? Yeah, I know…stupid question.
The headline this morning on MSN read: "Pittsburgh mourns synagogue shooting victims as protestors await Trump." Did we really need the last part of that headline?
Can’t they let these people and the country mourn in peace? Why do they always have to stir up crap? Why didn’t they just write, Pittsburgh mourns synagogue shooting victims and we still hate Trump?
That morning he headed off to the store as they were having a big sale
In life he was looking for more as lately things had become a little stale
It was Faith this department store was selling with every size and style
In walking through that door it was this need he thought of all the while
Each and every lonely night and all those heart aches and growing pains
How this life would so often slight even your own mind sometimes feigns
All of that continuing questioning of why, never once getting a real answer
In now giving this a try in beginning to see that there was only One cure
They had some popular door busters as the large crowds clamored around
From afar you could see their shiny lusters but close up none could be found
He quickly just skirted right past for he was looking for what was in that flyer
Something that would keep him through eternity this being his greatest desire
Off in the distance towards the back there was the Faith he saw in the ad
He now knew he was on the right track and not just hooked up in some fad
The warmth that was coming from the display warmed him inside and out
And in the continuing of making his way he was shedding all that old doubt
In the Cross he knew that it was real as soon his heart had began to break
He couldn't believe how it made him feel that Jesus had died for his sake
And as all those tears began to come a store clerk asked if he was alright
As this would seem strange to some, but not to those who've seen the Light
To see this happen, I am not at all surprised.
Forty million bank accounts appear to have been compromised.
It happened at a popular chain of department store.
An incident on this grand of a scale has happened just once before.
This was one very big security breach.
Personal identity information is within almost anyone’s reach.
In these modern days of cyber identity theft,
something like this can leave many persons bereft.
There are many derelicts out there who can’t be trusted at all.
When we receive news like this, it certainly does appall.
From a news story found on FoxNews.com
She was a Jew in Germany, when that became a crime
Hitler in power, but she left in time.
She thought back to friends she had
Incredulous laugh, then she looked sad.
She said all nations have a style
Good points, bad points, a kind of profile.
Those are the cards that nature dealt
This was genuinely the way she felt.
She gave her heart to a tall dark guy
He owned a department store, but money couldn't buy
Because on the Sabbath it had to be open
Her parents forbade any kind of eloping.
So she married my Opa, though she had doubt
The photo shows regret, but it did work out.
My other Grandma fell in love too
But he'd once divorced, so that was nixed too.
Odd to be descended from two second choices
And two women who didn't raise their voices.
Strange how people's lives are steered
One outcome was me, and I was weird.
A black sheep, or a wave of trouble
Don't come into my radius, into my bubble.
Their other descendants were much less odd.
So to the deity, a thankful nod.
'I'm thinking positive thoughts,'
says the voice from an orange tent
in Suicide Forest.
Since he hanged his alter ego in effigy,
Mr T. Hashimoto has canceled
all his psychiatric appointments.
He lies on his back
and mentally calculates
his cortisol level.
His crooked smile
duels inconclusively
with a crack in a coffee cup.
He has learned that life
is as long as a roll of pink ribbon
from Mitsukoshi Department Store,
stretching from trunk to trunk
and ending in the arbitrary place
where death waits.
But here, under an old pine,
the wind has cast
a litter of new needles.
And as the mist creeps closer,
the whitecoats are dancing,
delirious in the drugged air.
First published in Takahe, New Zealand
Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.
Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.
Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one was looking?
A: The linguini Houdini.
Q: What is a day in the life depiction of the First Family on view in the rotunda of the White House?
A: An Obama diorama.
Q: What is a doctor who operates on a big fish to remove the roe?
A: A sturgeon surgeon.
Q: What disease did the star of "Veep" get from drinking unbottled water when she was in India?
A: Julia Louis-Dreyfus typhus.
Q: What is a debutante dance for snakes, alligators, etc.?
A: A reptilian cotillion.
Q: How do people in third-world countries view America's "open door" policy?
A: As an immigration invitation.
Q: Selfridge's was a fine example of what kind of department store?
A: A Victorian emporium.
Q: Where would you be if you found yourself trapped between this world and another?
A: In dimension suspension.
Form:
Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?
One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.
A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,
Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.
And send you to
the most magical of
places.
Something from your
childhood,
Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.
Something from that
department store shelf
at that street corner you
never thought you’d actually
go to. But then you did.
Something from
a bad day.
Something from a
good one.
All of that energy,
all of that time,
and still, I can’t
put a name to what
that feeling is.
Nostalgia?
No, it goes
deeper than
that.
Much, much
deeper.
After a bit, you’ll
wonder a while,
and then you’ll simply
move on.
Maybe all it is was
grief expressed purely.
Because living
in a world where
things are so temporary
is a bittersweet thing.
Better times,
worse times,
doesn’t matter.
It all
sticks
around.
Love on board
The seas can’t separate our commitment for each other
Through the challengers that so be
It’s our love being you and me
Guided through the storms of final chapter
Love will always live ever after
Devoted shall remain
Ida & Isidore Strauss, partners to Mr. Rowland Hussey Macy of the Macy’s Department Store Organization were aboard the Titanic
Their love ever and always strong
When fate hit the Titanic, the vessel that was unsinkable became unthinkable
History that was became to an end
The ship’s crew had requested women and children board the Life boats, but Ida refused and stated with a discerning voice, “Love brought us together, and we shall die together”
Their love was truly connected like no other
Souls for the seas
Their love transported through the breeze
Danger into the atmosphere
Ida and Isidore Strauss spirit transcends in always a preserver.
The view through my eyes is through the glass of the window to my soul
Like a little boy in the department store in the toy section looking at all that he sees
His visit vision is purest as can be he misses seeing through the glass of all the things that he can be
Like a little girl viewing a pretty purple spring cotton dress so floral and beautiful she misses what she sees
As a woman who comes walking down the aisle awaiting to profess the love for her new heart the bridegroom stands as he looks upon his blessedness
Clean sparkle his eyes shine it's the beauty of God's daughter walks down the aisle
He misses not what would not be
Gratified the heart gazing on the eyes embrace the space raised hands and arms toward the sky a shout of Hallelujah a thank you God for all that you have provided
Within this he sees what God has meant to be
Beautiful and glorious is the third eye God has given the
For the most purest and holy sight is the windows of the eyes,
that shows the soul the Fathers heart---
The view through my eyes is through the glass of the window to my soul
4/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Mall, Boutique, Department store treasures to my commercial heart do speak
Must frequent all to earn preferred status and join the frivolous clique
Glitzy curtains, fragrant candles, gaudy clothes through glamorous show windows peak
Sales, promotions, every-day values entreat any time during the week
Checks, petty cash start the extravaganza; plastic cards extend the streak
Nick knacks, valuables, and everything in between must seek
To grand openings, holiday giveaways, early previews, away I sneak
Revelling through posh galleries, gilded show rooms in the presence of chic manequins so sleek
Reconnoitering new fashions, suave styles, designer wears so sheek
Through crowded aisles, up squeaky escalators, into narrow corridors not for the meek
With such dedication, resolve, and passion you dare call me weak
My cabinets are stuffed, my closets are packed, my halls are cluttered; but I'm no freak