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THREATS FROM MAFIA HITMAN FROM DETROIT FAKING HIS DEATH TO IMPERSONATE MY FATHER THE SON OF A MASONIC TEMPLE MEMBER 33 AND 3RD CHICAGO CHAPTER DUR TO PETERS GARGANO TIES TO MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION HE HIRED HITMAN TO MURDER ME TODAY I AM BLESSED I AM SAFE FROM THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF WISCONSIN KKK MEMBERS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS FALSIFYING HELL IN EARTH PETER IGNITED A CAR BOMB BLOWING UP MY BRAINS HE THEN GATHERS STRIPPERS TO IMPERSONATE ME ALONG WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ARSON MURDERER OF VICTIM 9 THE HOMELESS MAN ON SHERIDAN RD TORCHED CAB COMPANY EMCO CHEMICALS IMAGING CAMPHOR PETROLEUM BASICALLY VICKS ALLOWED A SLOW BURN KILLING THE SLEEPING HOMELESS MAN THE FBI WARNED ME OF THE GARGANO KLANSMENS TORCHING ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE CORRUPTION LANDS SWEEPING THE ASHES UNDER FBI INFORMANT FILES ARLINGTON HEIGHTS CHICAGO SO NO I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR .Y ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HELP PETER GARGANO TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM INTO SHELL CONSTRUCTION CARPENTERS HOME BUILDERS SCUM FRAUD COMPANIES IN WISCONSIN DRYWALL TILE PAYING CASH LAUNDERING PETERS DRUG OPERATION INTO CONTRACTORS PAYING ALL THE EMPLOYEES IN CASH IN DRUGS FINALLY FALSIFYING FALSE FRAUDULENT TOTALLY TAX EVASION PETER GARGANO ALSO FAKING HIS DEATH TO EMBEZZLE A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS MASONIC TEMPLE POST OFFICE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE 33 AND A 3RD NO FEAR OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS KKK GARGANO CRIME FAMILY BURNING INNOCENT BEINGS ALIVE
“Hello, officer—why block me from the site?”
“Mr. Minister, orders from above.”
“From above? Your building has no papers.”
“No sir. Soldiers don’t need papers to build.”
No one defies an order from above—
illegal or not, it still stands tall.
Oga is always right; no bloody civilian
dares question the law his mouth is the law.
But Minister, must you chase ghosts to every site?
What if the gentle officer had pumped lead
into your belly—an accidental discharge?
Next time, wear the vest; save us the funeral.
Fifty-something is too young to bury a thief.
Generals never retire; politicians only
cross-carpet or vanish.
Focus, sir—
embezzle cleanly, let the vault stay fat.
Why is your tummy still flat?
Have snakes and rats swallowed the cash,
or is it mixed with faeces in the soakaway?
Spend it, sir—septic money never smells.
NB: "Oga" is borrowed from Nigerian English meaning "boss".
"Bloody Civilian" is the derogatory way Nigerian military men address Civilians trying to challenge their authority.
"snakes, rats swallowing money" and "money buried in soakways" are some of the ways Nigerian corrupt officials have used to describe how money put in their care disappears.
"soakway" means septic tank.
Unafraid of my stalker Jay Townsend Johnson Henry Jamaican Tampa native data breach cyber attack identity fraud truly sad she was born 1972 clearly obsessed with my identity my prayers are with this stalker arrived with a gunman to end my life 8-14-2003 attempted to impersonate me and extort my American poetry I’m sending prayers because arson murderer Ciro Gargano hired this stalker to obstruct justice in the arson murders of 9 people because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi they then ignited a car bomb in my face to destroy my brain to allow her to become me after death that failed cause I survived the car bomb Ciro Gargano his brother Peter decided to embezzle my traumatic brain injury claim to pay this imposter off that failed she went crazed crazy obsessed fatal attraction dangerous she believed she was actually me this is very traumatic and scary I feel unsettling but I must be brave stop identity fraud equivalent to ISIS terrorist cyber attacks on government offices truly horrid staying in my faith god bless America
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
What is the real meaning of a handshake?
Is it just a greeting or something a bit more?
It’s such a small gesture that anyone can make.
It shows a little trust that wasn’t there before.
We seem to have lost the meaning of the little things.
What is it about life that has hardened our hearts?
It’s easy to smile and see the happiness that it brings.
A simple nod to a stranger is where it all starts.
Seems we’ve forgotten about the Father’s only begotten,
Son sent to a foreign land immoral & rotten.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, placed in a manger,
Honored and presented gifts in the face of danger.
Christmas is now X-mas, meaning lost through the ages,
Gifts given in vain, no wonder we squander our wages.
Will we remember Christmas as the birth of Jesus,
Or just another day off to be people-pleasers?
What is the real meaning of a wedding vow?
Is it just an empty promise that pretends reality?
Marriage seems to be a convenience for now –
Divorce our scapegoat when it’s no longer easy.
We seem to have lost the meaning of commitment.
What is it about the world that makes us break that oath?
It’s a simple matter of accepting a chosen arrangement
And following the path that’s right for us both.
Love has lost its meaning, a term of endearment,
Misused to embezzle feelings after a one-night experience.
Expressed freely and in abundance, often spoken without seeing,
Love is sacrifice from being to being.
Life is indecisive stage answers to the all kind of questions
Life, where performer is answer sheet
Poetic words are natural crystal mirror
where poet finds out himself spontaneously
Poetic expression is thoughtful interlink of knowing self
I never wanted you but poetic life;
because falsehood is eternally beautiful
The lie is mighty invisible;
visible is always weaker than invisible
No prayer there is in my pen;
fears make me not pious but repentant of opportunity
Who will forgive me I do not know
but if I embezzle the rights of invisibility
please pardon otherwise punish...
Not poetry this is but verbose aristocracy
where truth and falsehood is substitute beauty
19.05.2020 Chattogram
I feel bound to sustain my love for you in this verse,
However, none of what I wrote appears to be terse.
I wished to express how attractive you are,
And say how bright your eyes are like stars.
I wished to tell you that your rays were missed,
I wish to be real when I cease my gist.
I would buy flowers every day if I could,
I have been thinking about this for the good.
To be seen in this unwritten poem of mine,
If I could, I'd tie my heart to your faint signs.
I was thinking about the time I had noted this,
I scrutinized it while kneeling on one pelvis.
I do not agnize how I developed this lyrical idea,
When you embezzle, my best muse with my stria.
Written: October 08, 2022
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience.
8th place brian contest winner
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zephyr fluxes goose bumps jittering across my flesh
Tempestuous weather looms on the wide horizon
avaricious storm intends to embezzle this nautical day
jeopardizing ritual of sun worship, prompting a solemn orison
gloomy shades interweave, enclosing glittering white clouds
vibrant azure iridescence fades into opaque hue spawning dour sky
peerless panoramic plug, thunder rumbling from nirvana
impregnable dimness hurriedly eclipses the brightness
Persistent tremors induce serene waters to wiggle
unceasing wails of celestial hosts cascade from bleak air
Natural forces unleash tremendous terrifying turmoil
wielding imperium forces to ensure their obedient yielding
Imposing coniferous Emerald reigns over dimmed scenery
quaint dwellings foster an alluring air, drawing their audience
tumultuous weather indelibly etched in oil glaze on linen
'Stormy Weather' by Jeff Ripple; his unique insight memorialized
winterparkpaintout.org/paint-out-archives-2015/