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President Trump once said, “Never give up”!
When faced with opposition, use it as a motivator to do what is right!
To be yourself!
I say, we have all made mistakes in life or opened our mouths,
In ways that could be different
We all can learn and strive to be better and wiser!
All the while, holding onto our beliefs
This is a man who has shown to truly care about our country
To reach out and take action, caring about American lives
To stand by the founding of our nation, one Nation under God
If you look beyond the hatred, listen to him alone, not media, it is seen!
This is when I was able to see it, after taking a long break from politics
I have the righteous belief in Justice and I have always had faith
I believe prayers are being answered
There have been less attacks on our country, also no violent protests,
No buildings burning or people laying in highways or destroying our flag
As law and order slowly gets restored
Our country fell into a place of lawlessness over some years
There is now a president trying to help with this
He has maintained his vision and beliefs against strong opposition
Just as he advised others to do with their lives
I want a president who cares about protecting our country values
Who cares about American lives and wants people to be safe!
He is proving to do this through everything we are up against
In this process, while he is faced with challenges, he donates his pay
He fights as hard as he can in an atmosphere of hatred cast against him
I had not voted for him, maybe judged too quickly, now I see these actions
I am now thankful he is fighting for us and grateful for his accomplishments
I pray God will guide him in all his efforts to do what is best for our country
At this time of great divide, so that we may find our way to be united again!
Heidi Sands
2/5/19
Placed 7th in A Positive Trump Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
"Disobey the orders of Trump. Obey the orders of humanity.”
— Gustavo Petro
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That order to kill
is just to assuage an ego,
Palestine deserve to live too,
Just like the Israelis,
So, oh soldiers of fortune,
Disobey that his orders.
Blood suppose to flow in veins,
not into the soil,
Peace needs to reign in Palestine
not only in Israel,
Children in Palestine need
their parents alive as in Israel.
Donald donates war to the poor,
yet accuse Hamas of amassing weapons,
to destroy a once beautiful country.
Now that Sinwar has seen the war,
Has Trump been able to trump
his remnants out of Gaza,
Instead rains of bullets form their bazaar.
If their brains are blocked
Are yours too blocked?
Oh soldiers of fortune.
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
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March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Asiya the angel of my heart
Is my daughter with a fine art
Of enchanting people she meets
Whether at a party or on the streets
Her kind heart beats for everyone
From the time her life had begun
She cares for the poor and needy
With aid in hand she is always ready
The beggars for her are special people
She donates a lot on the double
Animals come under her care too
She loves to watch them coo
Her tender heart bruises easily
But her hurt she never takes seriously
She has a gift of smile for the old
They cherish her like gold
Asiya an angel on this earth
I hope the world realises her worth
Enchanted
By the pleasure felt
When His hand
Brushes mine
Captivated
By the wonder, desire
When His lips
Fell across my own
Hypnotized
By sapphire eyes, piercing
My own with an embrace
Like I’ve never known
Mesmerized
By the details of light
Pouring over my smile
Reminding me why
I’m alive
Fascinated
By a dreamy whisper
A sigh that clings to my breath
Murmuring, relishing
The surprise felt
This magic, this spell
Beguiling my heart and soul
To believe that romance
Love that is deemed best
Washes my mind, my spirit
In a feeling that is rich
Vibrating with feelings
And I love… with a tenderness
That will not question or doubt
Love this haunting, this loud
In the end, love wins
And the music donates
Its passion to my feelings
With a fairytale charm
That never leaves my heart
Magical Spell Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
March 11, 2022
What a splendid vista is displayed when a new dawning is begun!
No mortal artist could create a canvas as magnificent as the setting sun!
Mere poets can never express in their most flowing verse the beauty thereof!
But of these, there is nothing, absolutely nothing more beautiful than love!
Love glowed in their hearts when they were united as man and wife.
Romance was very much alive as they celebrated 50 years of wedded life!
They weathered the vicissitudes of life with beams of Love from Above.
Ah! There is nothing, absolutely nothing more beautiful than love!
What overwhelming love warmed your soul as you held your newborn child!
Tears of happiness welled in your eyes as it peered at you and sweetly smiled!
That precious and helpless little gift from God - you felt so undeserving of!
The thrill of it! The very thrill of it! There's nothing more beautiful than love!
There is nothing that binds like love for comrades marching into battle,
To face the stench of war, the roaring cannon and the muskets' rattle!
They press on caring only for their buddies, facing perils undreamed of,
Forfeiting life that others might live free - now that is unconditional love!
'Tis love when a father donates a kidney that his little son might live.
'Tis love when foes find it in their hearts to forget and forgive.
Love for one another is what this troubled world is more in need of.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing at all more beautiful than love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Masked Singer is an entertainer on stage in masquerade
A baker by day; a singer by night with accolade
The Masked Singer dresses as a male and sometimes female
He is a ***** but with many personalities of a strong male
The masked one bakes bread in the morning
Before dawn donates bread in an orphanage
That's what he does in bright days of living
Sings and dance in the evening passage
The masked male renders songs of praise
To God and to all of humane haste
Once he was awarded in the Hall of Craze
Disguising as a singing pauper on streets of blaze
It's a short-lived life narrated about the masked singer
Who died shortly after a sponsored-play with a ringer
A runaway train in the dark that ran over
His untenable body wringed and flattened headless
Yards away from the rail... a rolling head of the masked singer
"I dedicate this simple poem to a friend representing all other hardworking LGBTQs of the World who offer more than enough of themselves in saving other people's lives."
(Prosebite)
OH MY JESUS SAVE US FROM THE FIRES.OF HELL AND LEAD ALL SOULS TO HEAVEN ESPECIALLY THOSE MOST IN NEED OF THY MERCY MY GOD PETE WHY DID YOU TELL ME YOU WERE IN HIDING THIS WAY LOOKING FOR A NEW IDENTITY TO HIDE BEHIND I REALIZE CIRO’S IDENTITY WASN'T A GREAT FIT ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU WEREN'T TWINS NO WAY YOU BOTH BORN IN 1934 YOU IN OCTOBER CIRO IN DECEMBER IT'S CLEAR ALL THE CARDS AND LETTERS FROM MA YOU WERE BORN 1937 UNLESS YOU AND CIRO WERE TWINS BUT THEN NO TWINS HAVE EVER BEEN BORN 2 MONTHS APART NOW HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET AWAY WITH BEING BORN IN 1949 YOU SHOULD REALLY TRY SOMETHING NEW SOMETHING FITTING YOUR AGE YOU ARE A GARGANO FOR CHRIST SAKE WHAT ABOUT YOUR KIDS GRAND KIDS WHY ARE YOU SO ALONE IN THESE TENDER YEARS I DO FEEL AWFUL TRULY MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND AND I DONATES TO ST FRANCIS XAVIOR OH PETER ARE YOU WELL HOWS YOUR CANCER YOUR HEART WOWBI MUST PRAY FOR YOUR SOUL RIGHT NOW AND YOU PRAY TOO HOW'D YOU SURVIVE CIRO’S MADNESS HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE JUST ANOTHER BIRTHDAY WHY YOU'RE ONLY 88 YEARS OLD I DON'T KNOW HOW I COULD HELP YOU I AM SURE THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS IN SAN CARLOS BEACH AND YOUR WONDERFUL FAMILY CAN PROVIDE YOUR CONTINUED CARE HOWS SANDY AND CHRISTINA WHAT A BLESSING TO HAVE SUCH A HUGE FAMILY OF LOVED ONES MOST OF ALL YOUR LOVING WIFE WHY YOU GUYS HAS BEEN TOGETHER OVER 60 YEARS NOW PETE TRUE PIONEERS ALL THE BEST WOW 88 YEARS AND STILL STRONG AS EVER KEEP STRIVING PETE GOD BE WITH YOU ALWAYS
In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach
Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream
In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one
Who handed such a fleshy gift to the gypsy Queen of Fairy Land
Bestowed upon her by night’s prophesy she carried the vision of
Requited love and blissful peace brought by subconscious longing
And spiritual clarity of a Higher Power submerged in compassion
A passionate fruit with soft skin and one huge seed of togetherness
We eloped together into a new dawn
The doomsayers had a field day as they harvested bitter doubts
‘It will only last a couple of months and the peach will turn rotten’
‘You cannot feed on clairvoyant oracles and meek pagan beliefs’
‘They are deluded insane and caught up in misguided romance’
They called her a witch a seductress and labelled me irresponsible
With so much at stake painted pictures of broomsticks and failure
While we had found the jewel in a haystack without even searching
And set fire to the past as we danced naked around a fire of passion
We knew the truth of intuitive feeling
One can never be sure what lies at the end of paths never taken
Whether road blocks and diversions belittle emotions and faith
But they who ignore heavenly signs forfeit adventure and truth
Stay stuck in spent time and hail its dubious comfort at their peril
We travelled and found a small hut on the beach out of sight
Collected starfish and driftwood and caressed wounded souls
Carved wedding bands out of sea shells and called upon dolphins
To witness our marriage surfing along happily ever since then
A cormorant applauded the feast
Under a star studded canopy on the miraculous shore of belonging
We never strayed from what intuition and feelings offered for free
Meandered on the shoreline and set our sails into a magical ocean
Tasted the salt of a mindful earth and soothed our recovering minds
Never questioned the wisdom of our union shared by hungry souls
Treasure pleasure and joy weathered powerful storms and all tides
The cosmos donates all we ever need once we are willing to navigate
Waves and effervescence sparkling desire and in our case a peach
Leading the universal way
13th May 2020
Missy is an only child with no kids of her own.
She’s never been inconvenienced for long.
She sets her own agenda by following whatever is trending on social media.
She learned about relationships from watching reality TV.
She knows all about Mercury in retrograde and the color of her chakras.
She was married briefly, but didn’t like the hours.
She loves cuddly animals and generally feels good about herself.
She’s a gluten-free vegan who drinks a green smoothie every morning.
She recycles, composts and donates cat litter to the local animal shelter.
She reads O Magazine and considers herself well-informed.
She takes spin, Pilates, Cross Fit and yoga classes.
She’s never known a moment of self-doubt.
She has confidence when she embarks upon safe adventures.
She favors the ambience of quiet coffee shops for first dates.
She’ll speak with great authority about meaningful causes.
She espouses noble sentiments, and the allure of exploring distant shores;
She has never strayed far from shallow water herself.
She’s never been inconvenienced for long.
Missy is an only child with no kids of her own.
When she’s at a loss for words, she adorns herself with ornamental laughter.