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One Sided Minds Telling Leave Dumb

Remain arguments focus on the future
Worst case not yet real what suits ya
 economic decline like 2008 9 

hand over control to be wealthy 
who controls your wealth 
must be mentally unhealthy 

until bad times please 
I plead help me 
hand out freebies 
yeah that’s wealthy 

don't need to make our laws
let some unknown 
like all history before
dictators the best time's shown

zoning in on potential benefits 
unknowing the hell could hit 
Potential benefits, could be couldn’t 
assured it would be why wouldn’t it

seeking selfish gain
a pawn in the EU game
becoming a subject
they fought wars too reject
 
yeah we could fund other countries development 
history tells us we shouldn’t be confident 

dream versions of what the EU could become 
in reality stalled, just begun 

always theorise the EU on the rise 
improving while Britain declines, 

True EU progress a tortoise 
no legs or eyes, shelled assuredness
True youth unemployment rise 
drops in productivity not faultless 
no action taken no planned delivery
remain have the thoughts "best"
if best means deluded blindly 

remove Germans and the EU bye byes
Remains unseen hanging in there theory 
but all the worst Brexit sites they eye up clearly
selective correctness bigot oh deary

As though Britain sits unconnected 
unskilled crumbled with no sun 
and the Brexit hit will have sunk never sprung
One sided minds telling Leave “dumb”.

Remainers remind me a wheel
will you get your head out you're getting ill
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.


Silly you

They told you, "You deserve a speedy trial,
On you no scrum of jackals pile
They said you'd know each charge they bring,
And as for rights, every man a king.

They told you that your speech was free,
That you could choose your company.
Your home's your castle, safe and firm,
And you can keep what you can earn.

You believed that Karma's true
Built in the rules, silly you.
For government is not the only throne;
The crowd can have a heart of stone.

No judge need speak, no law be bent—
Your rights can die by mere consent.
In other spheres, rules not applied
The door to slavery is open wide.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

50 Shades 0f Blood

1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings mouth bleeding hunger.
9.The abrasions of fiery passions.
10.The plasma of inflamed desires.
11. Poinsettia’s in a snow storm.
12. Droplets of deep regret.
13. Squashed cherries, red berries, and ladybugs.
14. Clawing finger-nails.
15. A surgeons restless dreams.
16. Iron oxide in ferrous rocks.
17. A bull, a matador, and a slashing fear.
18. The breath of a bucking bronco.
19. Poppies thriving on a battlefield..
20. The face-paint of warriors
21. The face paint of the murdered.
22. The skull stomping feet of Kali.
23. Daily pinpricks.
24. A wet dagger in the dark.
25. Prints in a crime scene.
26. The blushed snorts of a wounded deer.
27. The prayers of a sorcerer.
28. Hands washing away guilt.
29. The chaotic splatter of magic.
30. A thought tied to revenge.
31. The spurts of feeding frenzies.
32. Gills caught in unbreathable air.
33. The dark secrets of vino veritas.
34. Rubies bathed by candle light.
35. An aroused areola and nipple.
36. The pulse of a ********.
37. Sandstone at sunset.
38. The nightshade luster of tomato skins.
39. A bad moon rising.
40. The froth and suds of a punctured lung.
41. The tears of a Sufi poem.
42. Menstrual flow in the time of the moon.
43. The eyes of a night hunting cats.
44. A mime artists poking a tongue.
45. The lining of a dictators coffin.
46. The simmering heat of fevers.
47. Reflections in a sleepless eye.
48. The body heat of love.
49. Birth and the open womb.
50. The end and beginning of all that live.

Premium Member A Domenating World

Sometimes in life we just exist
A changed soul thirsty for survival
A Domenating World to its own delusion 
Dream of reality or illusional deception
What is the heart we live but life 
A hatred feel where good exist even so 
Zealous being to freedom but with price
Greed of mankind's tales,a slave to every race 
A Domenating World falling to truth of God 
Revelation,not just a premonition foreseen
But the change of man, even to woman they are

Right from wrong, they call this America? 
Soldiers die for freedom, you oppose dictators 
Riot's, killings, destruction of mankind prints 
A world, not even new generation make effort
A Domenating World, one which we close our eyes
As it falls to sin and constitution's change
The people,wild at the calf's feet 
The pleasure of life taken their soul
Their heart's as corrupted as their mind 
A Domenating World,a fight to extinction
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Manipulative Monsters

Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs
Are everywhere; they are the dictators
Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers,
Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs.
They rob and ransack innocent citizens,
Steal elections and after a lifetime in power,
Categorically refuse to leave the tower.
Very often, they do everything to muzzle the chickens.
Monsters are constantly in disguise,
They are well dressed, they wear uniforms,
They know how to blend and to socialize.
Monsters, at every turn, want to control the dorms,
Manipulate the data, fool the media,
Hire henchmen and spread false propaganda.
Monsters behave like manipulative magicians,
They suck the air out of the innocent bystanders,
Befriend desperate and impoverished musicians,
Surreptitiously inveigle the nosy neighbors
To exteriorize their feelings, and they spy and lie,
At every opportunity; and at every occasion,
They bury their preys alive in the dungeon.
Believe it or not, monsters are like rats,
Their appetite is insatiable; they crawl under the mats,
Bite babies, steal millions, and hide the money in overseas coffers;
They rape young boys and girls, and destroy the future of many.
The revolution was not done right ‘cause the kidnappers,
The pick pockets and their accomplices are still under the tree.
Those raccoons, those bedbugs don't go away easily.
They outlive the exterminators. These goons are really bright.
Be cautious, because they are out there day and night,
Operating at every meeting and at every party.
Believe it or not, all bad things must come to an end:
The lies, the crimes, and the arbitrary executions of the church band.

Copyright© February 2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books:
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Merry Christmas

Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.*

Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless.

Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders humiliation.

Rebellion is in the heart of man, and redemption lies at the core of the heart of God.

Yesterday, The Savior's birth; today, He lives; tomorrow, King of Kings-Lord of Lords returns.

Countries, emperors, kings, queens, presidents, premiers, dictators, Caesars, or czars.

History repeats itself because rulers seem unable to do things differently; God's way.

Reasons and rhymes, crimes and times keep turning like the globe of the world.

I do not anticipate nor expect lasting peace until the coming of The Prince Of Peace.

So it is written, so shall it be done; every knee shall bow to The Virgin born Christ Child.

The fulness of time is rapidly approaching, and  neither your vote nor mine will stop it.

Mortal men, the whole breed of Adam's seed, have constantly fought against God.

And we are getting closer to the end than we ever realized, when Christ will rule.

Saints and sinners, popes and potentates, elects and elites; all will submit to Christ.

112320PS
*I pray that we will let nothing, absolutely nothing, take 'The Merry' out of our '2020 Christmas'
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member With Love From Venezuela

With love from Venezuela to the people of the United States of America.
Once upon a time were one of the most prosperous nations of South America.
Our nation once upon a time was a democracy and a representative government. Elected to represent our beloved homeland.  But our hopes and our dreams have been washed away by Socialist tyranny and a dedicator who enslaves. 

And improvised its people. We do not have enough food to eat. We long for safe places to be able to sleep.  All who fight for freedom, even those brave souls.  Who came from the United States, were arrested as agitators against, our government.  They were the true freedom fighters, who were not paid and trained professional communists agitators.  Which are running rampart on the streets of America today! "If the black people are not careful they could lose their country."  Almost just exactly as we have lost ours!

If America does intervene, they will become involved.  In a qua mire worse than the Vietnam War.  It was a promise engraved in stone by our El Presidenta. Who clocks his misdeeds under the guise of the highest title of a governmental official. When he is nothing more than a paid and highly trained Communist agitator.  South America has been plagued by a series of dictators and revolutionists. Who made false mandates and proclamations to the unfortunate South American people. But he stands heads and tails above them all!

In America people are still free to protest and speak out about their governmental leaders.  Anyone caught doing that in Venezuela today
would be taken out and shot.  I would not be in the least surprised if they
choose the Mexican execution by firing squads!   Any one chanting Viva La Freedom! Viva La liberty! Would be taken out and shot! He or she would be imprisoned and tortured! 

I am speaking out for the people who have no freedom.  I am speaking out
for those who have no voice or no hope of their own. I am beseeching the throne room of God on their behalf as well as the people of Hong Kong!

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020

Another Name

Another name is added to the ongoing list
 authors, actors, visionaries, advocates of change galore
 now, passed on to the obits of evermore.
Too many from my youth and younger ways
 found the cause and time to mark your days
 with dreams and wishes, seeking changes on parade.
Today, the less well known
 seem to cater to kings and dictators on a throne
 with the masses bent and adoration prone.
World Wars and police skirmishes
 sought to imprison those who resist
 and a generation's senses awaken and with fires burn.
History repeats itself until we learn
 freedom reigns free only if we earned
 the humanity for which we yearn.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hate's Campaign

The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.

Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.

Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.

Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Because I Choose Freedom

Imprisoned 

They robbed me of time, 
controlled me by their lenses 
censored my opinions
took my rights away 

mere men speculating

ignorant kings from central casting 
spoke for simpleton from the   Labs 
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.


They Robbed me of time, 
shamming me for my choice 
Taunting me with divisive tags 
unvaxx unfit to live 

They shut me in like a prisoner 
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel 


to gain control of my body 
These experiment has  failed 
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life 
and Ignorant Dictators colluding 

These Fascist 
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators    
barring us like a plaque 
 
discriminated 
restricted
Denied 
Abused 
deprived 
Banned  
denigrated 
Shamed 
Coerced
Because i chose freedom

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