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President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
Do You Want To Know the Future?
“ 4 The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water, and they became blood. 5 Then I heard the angel in charge of the waters say: “You are just in these judgments, O Holy One, you who are and who were; 6 for they have shed the blood of your holy people and your prophets, and you have given them blood to drink as they deserve.” 7 And I heard the altar respond: “Yes, Lord God Almighty, true and just are your judgments.” Rev 16:4-7 NIV
Do you want to know the future?
It will follow the history of the past.
History does repeat itself
And this adage continues to last.
The future for some will be difficult
And for others their ‘fait accompli’.
It will depend upon your alliance
And whether with God’s truth you agree.
The world won’t last forever,
And Christ will come in the clouds
To give the faithful minority immortality;
His loyal subjects to enshroud.
Before this marvelous final event
There will be a time of trouble.
Many Christians murdered as heretics
And false worship minds to baffle.
There’ll be a one world religion
Not the purpose of church and state.
Something the Founding Fathers
Sailed from Europe to abate.
Folk will either choose allegiance
Or stand for truth and with God alone.
This one world religion,
Will place Lucifer on its throne.
Worship has always been the issue;
It began in heaven's war above.
When Satan and one third of the angels
Were driven from God’s throne and His love.
Satan still desires to be worshiped
And will do so through this power.
Should you choose this congregation
Life will be a mixture of sweet and bitter.
Yes, you’ll be able to trade
But you’ll have sold your soul.
For you’ll have no freedom of worship
And your conscience under men’s control.
Do you really want to know the future?
God’s justice will be finally crowned
By the seven last plagues of Revelation
For those this religion has cunningly earthbound.
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Inspired by the book entitled, “Windswept House” by Malachi Martin & Revelation 16
"She will reign on the cliff above the quay, this derelict house restored to her former beauty. No beast of the field, nor bird in the air shall wander her halls. Now she belongs to me." ~ quote by poet
As I walked along the cliff path early this morning
a fine mist seemed to enshroud the derelict home.
I always thought of it as if it was in deep mourning,
with its weeping willow's roots buried in the loam.
It had been abandoned when I was but a child.
I didn't know who had lived there, inside the walls
but I recall it always left me feeling quite beguiled,
wishing I could walk inside its fading carpeted halls.
Once, I'd peeked in a dusty window when I was ten
but Mother said it was dangerous and to stay away.
The ruins were haunted. I was not to go there again.
Twenty years later, she still sits, overlooking the quay.
And now, that I've returned to my childhood house,
my fascination with the abandoned home is peaked.
I brushed aside a cobweb and shooed away a mouse.
Carefully, I stepped on the porch steps that creaked.
Clapboards had fallen off; I recall they had been gray.
Bird nests were tucked between rafters and eaves.
A "Do not enter," sign was nailed across the doorway.
meant to keep out squatters and the likes of thieves.
I backed away and looked up at a broken windowpane,
as a seagull flew out, then swooped down to the shore.
Damage done by nesting birds and decades of rain.
Such a grand old dwelling, someone should restore.
I walked for a mile or more, thinking all the while
that if anyone's footsteps were to tread her halls
they'd be mine after returning her charm and style.
My hands would scrub, paint and repaper her walls.
I turned around and started jogging in her direction
until I stood before her with a smile upon my face.
"I will bring you back from dereliction to perfection
in a restoration to show off your splendor and grace."
February 7, 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
When the
seaside sepulchre
of a kingdom,
without its queen,
is smeared with
screams of lighting,
I wish to crackle
these slivers
of silver shakle,
and devour
that consoling
taste of balsamic
twilight, which
drapes every
ritual of woe with
maleficent vows.
I wonder, if
the thievery of
of my soul, will
enhance the
crawling of
raven sun
or, bestow power
upon the baptised
mannequin,
by slaying those
jealous lilies,
floating in
summery
estuaries of
my stolen destiny.
As these sage flames
fly across the
chambers of
my castle,
petrifying those
puerile promises
of life, I seak to
be an amaranth,
rising beyond
oak skies as
I engulf those
taunting meteors that
enshroud my
solitude and
dethrone every
essence of
false light, that
consumed those
waltzing scents
of my sangria spring.
Has my heart
become a
fickle thorn,
who will keep
bleeding guidance
in moonlight or
shall this
fortnight be
traced by the last
streak of treacherous
bloodline?
Perhaps,
'The Goddess
of Thunder'
is unfurling
those flaming
rose' maidens,
who wish
to splash ebons
of roaring wreath,
across the
woeful vaults of
my ribcage,
which concealed
their silence
in sentinels of
sacrifice.
I don't assert
the want of
swathing myself
in the perfumed
petrichor of
heinous healing,
as I don't want to
quench this
rage that
is carving a
strife to
refuse my
surrender towards
this succumbing
darkness.
" I wish to be
the soul of a marionette's
pearly pupa,
satiated by fiery halo
of chrysalis,
and slowly weaving
silken hymns of
desperate hope,
desiring to emerge
from the emeralds,
that betray every eye... "
12/06/2020 03:41 PM.
Imagine a long and winding line
all the way to Jabip
upon the handle of small grocery cart
envision mine white knuckle grip,
as the misses commandeers
moseying up and down every single aisle,
whereby an electrocardiogram
would indicate spiky sinusoidal blip.
I experience social anxiety
and feel like screaming aloud,
particularly when series
of unfortunate events
finds your truly
within onrushing madding crowd.
Unfortunately courtesy divine comedy
one erstwhile indiscriminately
cast out obsolete player
creator endowed him
with his trademark shaky spear.
One hapless generic garden variety guy
plagued with panic attacks
accursed lifetime providence
hellacious interminable suffering
until permanent escape
quasi vacation deliverance regarding...,
when grim reaper doth
cometh and taketh me away.
Oh savior enshroud impotent mortal man
at long last terminating suffering
welcoming me into portal
I willingly surrender
and welcome release...
beckoning death be not proud.
Impossible mission to describe
how fast paced life in general
generates utter confusion
analogous to floundering trout
besieges mine mental redoubt
mental helter skelter all about
as if mine entire body electric
forced, kickstarted, subjugated...
to perform (yes folks) hokey pokey
mental gears and cogs
snapping, crackling, popping
inside tumbler like noggin
purportedly linkedin hashtagged
with schizoid personality disorder.
Onset of emotional paralysis
stops me dead in my figurative track
metaphorically wishing me to skuttle
back into hermetically sealed manhole
invisible among interleaved bract
where within mine secret cubby hole
I play knick knack paddywhack...
to idle away leisure time
as well as solve crossword puzzles
meditate (on the gift of a watermelon pickle)
while listening to natural soundtrack,
and self hypnotize courtesy biofeedback.
A walk around the park of the ever loving heart...
Brings back to thee mine ever loving romantic sweetheart.
I met her one fine spring day down b'tween love avenue and ever green
sweethearts lane...
Let me to you to try to of this love story -explain.
She is my wife...
My loving beautiful life.
She fell for me with my smile of no denial...
She called me cutie-That woman of mine-That ever loving beauty.
We met as if on by a lark...
Tis true my sweet-Our eyes met first time in the man's natured filled park.
She calls me from work with stories of being lonely...
She has my heart-My one and only.
She loves to smell flowers after fresh April showers...
She holds me enslaved to her enfavoring powers.
Why do i love her so most ever much? ...
She i depend on most-She be's my emotional loving crutch.
Flowery daisy's petals assemble to her nose for an odorus inspection...
Happy were i if i were chosen to be running for her office of affection-
Happy only if i had won her heart's ever wanting and lonely election.
A kite that rode the wind currents in the park one day...
Resembled my rising devotion and love for her to rise and leave this
stratosphere and hemesphere for her this one day's well traveled
journey must stay.
A burning desire will keep us both forever together...
Our twosomed love shall always adhere to each other's to never end
to the mistraveled land of 'Never Never'.
A dismal sadness shall enshroud me in it's darkened saddened
evil shroud...
Only if i allow it to become real will i fall defeated to it's ever darkened grey black
cloud.
This shan't never to happen...
Cannot ever to ever be allowed.
A heart fast love remains unchanged...
Forever held still as weighted as chained.
Sweet forgiveness of sweet one mine...
Hope to remain as yours-Sweet of thine.
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I talk within the frame of my thought, I eat within frame of my ability, I
go to school within the call of education
The language in the streets enshroud me to the shoulder of a singer
The crack of my feet on the ground with my feet stamps signed the effects of
the long journey I have been taking
The road to success is a slopping, but I managed eclipsed it with total
focus
I remember the boulevard roads from the day one I smelled the wind in my
world
I never give such thought to talk star. I poet the lines with the sound of
personification
I built my thought to mountains of Trembling fingers with curled hair
I living in my imagination, I wasn't dare to be distracted from the ponder
of education
The looks of the lemon salivates my tongue, to the brewed of coffee in the
morning
I'm addicted to my thought, Um! Um! he groans within wisdom in his calories
He ditch to flinch the fog through the trash that tall his ambition
Mum middle her kids, while dad sleeping in his shallow box where no amount
wealth can will him to salvation like King Solomon
I couldn't understand, why my dad dug hole so early to helm the rim of his
kids behind with single mum at the edge of wearing the gown of
responsibilities upon that tiny brain
The kids crippled with no option except opting in towns and cities wanting
to dribble remittances to the wooden house under the boulder
He lynches the hurdles from his Oceans of struggling like boiling water in
the morning
His ideas met with pain but his smile shall dwell in heaven
As fate is weapon designed to fight poverty within the frame of my thought,
it will rain with prosperity.
The frosh of imagination is the fruit of my labor where I coined the truth with colorful look.
People surround until they stop expecting……...the upright stands alone…an intelligent walks alone……moral and ethics struggle to prove themselves right……friends and relatives are born disguised competitors…smiling faces burn inside……money is all that allures, attracts, builds and shreds!
The purpose of living has some how changed. Sadly love, need, relations and satisfaction just have one synonym and we call it ‘Money’!
Just opened my eyes and looked around.
To see relations and loved ones surround.
Warmth and love galore a protective enshroud.
To the relations _ my treasures I bowed.
Powered emotions hazed out the vividness to decode.
Seeking requite bleeds as most excruciating pain to hound?
Smiling faces, comforting gestures confound.
Meaning of life, someday somebody may expound.
Altruistic and empathizing hands of those who smilingly crowned.
Laughs and gags of illusive friends abound.
Sinking heart still eager as sleuth – hound.
Ability to serve the greed _ monetary worth redounds.
Disquiet feelings are profound.
Greed is love and money impounds.
Magic of money is spell bound.
Meaning of life astounds.
WORD REFERENCE:
Sleuth – hound: an eager investigator
Altruistic – unselfish
Astound – Surprise
Impound – Seize and take legal custody
Profound – Very great or intense.
Redound - Contribute greatly to (a person's credit or honour)
Hound – Scare
Abound – Exist in large number
Expound - Present and explain (a theory or idea) in detail.
Confound - Cause confusion in (someone), especially by not according with their expectations.
Enshroud – Envelop completely and hide from view.
Disquiet - A feeling of worry or unease
By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi
pact wrought since time
immemorial bye and bye
temporarily, symbolically,
and unwaveringly
superstitions, phenomenal mysteries
jaw dropping eve vents out of sky
explained where within fie
foo fighting mythological
pantheon, the dualistic forces
of light and dark
didst die whar,
yours truly did e'er lee ask why,
and simultaneously warily eye,
whence no idea why
aboot twelve hours prior,
predictable regular
tug of war try
ensued, when twilight didst sigh
leant lee enshroud
the dusky sky
light speedily seeped away,
hence nightly raiment
of Astraeus predictably quashed,
nee wrested with nary a cry
this September twenty ninth,
unusual wakefulness state
crafted golden opportunity
didst nudge me fort hoo try
to maximize spate of bright
tailed and bushy eyed,
state, which rare
quotidian event, I
unfortunately rarely espy,
cuz my circadian rhythm
usually well nigh
finds me sound asleep at least
til mid morning this guy,
thus flush with more
energy than usual aye
make a feeble (minded) attempt
to nudge, kickstart, and coalesce,
viz nebulous thoughts within my
fog enshrouded noggin
unable, unaccustomed,
and unwillingness
relented for me to pry
opened tightly shut – cubed bricked
hermetically sealed
steel trap eyelids
ocular orbs didst defy
Herculean dramatic attempt
yielded futile tussle,
where outcome brought
stellar surprise high
hoe, a spectacular dawn
scene rarely seen by this guy.