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John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
"Troll"
The silent
incessant chatter
thick black ooze
jeers and laughter
jolt lightening barbs
slicing a heart in two
the dark undercurrent
pulls a light soul under
while writing life striving revolutionary new
troll smirks suffocating the sands of true
a new tyrannical rule eviscerates
the mind bleeds red
punched backwards
into murky clouds of deadly
midnight black and blue
dead
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vvs4__2XRI
troll/noun/1. (in folklore) an ugly creature depicted as either a giant or a dwarf
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_troll
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https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-10-07/online-trolls-and-cyberbullies-in-nsw-face-tougher-new-laws/10348246
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https://www.iol.co.za/news/world/uk-dad-live-streams-suicide-after-being-goaded-by-trolls-16316715
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https://nypost.com/2017/09/04/family-blames-online-trolls-for-driving-young-mom-to-suicide/
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https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6395503/Mother-teenage-son-driven-suicide-online-trolls-tells-heartbreaking-loss.html
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https://blogs.findlaw.com/law_and_life/2014/10/are-you-an-internet-troll-legal-consequences-to-consider.html
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https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-10-07/dolly-everett-akubra-campaign/10348252
For the 'Epiphany' Poetry Contest of Constance La France
"No one ever graduates from Bible study until he meets its Author face to face." Everett Harris
That AHA moment
that hits you all at once -
it’s a wonderful feelings
especially if you’ve been praying for it
I’m looking more and more each day
for my very own epiphany
as I read the scriptures followed
by watching videos that make a deep dive.
Pastors with great wisdom
and also Biblical scholars
give lots of awesome insights
into many of the books of the Bible.
The study of scriptures has become
fun for me now that I’ve found
interesting podcasters to follow,
for example, on Youtube and other websites.
Stories I once took for granted
are coming alive for me now.
I thank God for Eureka moments
of profound and clear comprehension.
Deep in a forest a river flows
and there floats Ophelia, in death-
There is a deep silence, a hush and beauty in the landscape,
deep green water grass and drifting jade moss
so soft and delicate like satin it seems-
The water is dark and deep and sinister
yet the scene is one of peace-
Foliage lush and overgrown hangs over the river
and an old tree leans into the water
and growing everywhere are yellow buttercups
purple nettle and white daisies-
Ophelia holds a bouquet in one hand
the other she holds up where once flowers she held
the colorful blooms represent beauty and immortality-
Her rich brocade dress is sodden and heavy now
and her beautiful face sees only heaven-
Oh, my painters hand wants to continue
to paint the beautiful decaying and ever blooming forest
oh, over here more ferns . . .
more red poppies.. some purple, some white
more, more, more-
My hand is an extension of my mind, I have lost control,
time is nothing, time is suspended and I paint . . .
and my pseudo shall be Beauty-
_______________________________
June 19, 2017
Free Verse/Landscape
Copyright Protected, ID 910910
Landscape
Kim Rodriques
First Place
Inspiration - John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1851/52
Poetry is watching the sail boats go drifting by
on Port Gardiner's Bay.
Poetry is the happy laughter of children playing
at Forrest Park
Poetry is free out door music concerts
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching free outdoor summer's
movies at Box car park
after dark.
Poetry is watching people walking family pets
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching harbor seals,
and the ducks. Not to mention,
our friendly neighborhood seagulls.
Poetry is the Schack's artistic Colby's Avenue's
walk. Seeing and watching
the local artisans at their trade.
Poetry is downtown Colby Avenue's antique
car show and display. Hearing local
Elvis Presley's imitator dancing
and singing our blues away.
Poetry is the Everett's Farmer's Markets.
Local singers perform, and the food vendors
are there. People are working at and
displaying their wears. On Colby Avenue and
adjacent streets.
Poetry is watching the 4th of July parade,
and fire works display at Legion's Park
after dark.
Poetry is the Forrest's park animal farm,
animals and chickens, pigs and goats
and horses too. Don't forget the
rabbits and other live stock too!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 22, 2020
In that lonely room on the third floor
overlooking the town of Everett,
a town on the outskirts of Boston,
I fell asleep while murmuring a prayer
dreaming of mom through many a night;
in those dreams distance
became an absence,
a devoted brother and son
longing for mother and sisters...
cried remembering their sweetness!
In that lonely room on the third floor,
I wrote long letters with emotional words...
telling mom I wanted to desperately come home;
and that room was a prison filled with horror
and not getting enough rest, I hid under the linen sheets
fearing ghosts and listening to their horrendous sounds:
what I left was the ideal home,
where I could feel motherly love!
In that lonely room
shut to smoggy air that clogged my lungs,
nights had no glittering stars,
only cloudy and bleak skies...
sulkier than absurd thoughts
crossing a youngster's mind;
did I deserve solitude,
loneliness and gloom?
What was the purpose to seclude
myself and miss someone's human touch?
All those years were extremely tough
without a comforting hand
touching mine and assuring me I was loved!
Painting: 'Ophelia'
Artist: John Everett Millais
John Millais, today I pose, frozen, just for you -
a blank canvas, your lonely, soul-saddened muse.
Love me with the iridescence of your inspiration.
I am whoever they want me to be -
Beata Beatrix to Dante Rossetti.
But to you I am Ophelia, and we are alone.
Allurement to your compulsion to create and paint,
ever patient, never late, though this ice-shimmery water
slices my nicety, has me tingling hypothermic-faint.
I breathe sleepy, big-bloomed poppies;
purple panicles glitter in my lungs like starburst pinnacles.
Water-mirror reflects back crystalline light, fern-feathered pool.
The flame-copper fronds of my hair
unfurl in your fantasy; my beauty bends like a willow
to softly kiss your canvas, your brush caresses my curves.
I hope your fame remembers my reality
and how my vision camera-caught your creativity.
On glacial, arctic wastes of my wasted mind, blanked by laudanum,
whitened by nauseous opium, colour-clouds burst,
water lilies open starry pink hands in a pool of jewels.
This cold clutch is finally unclenching.
My stillborn child, that crib-cooled one,
light-cradled, thaws the bone-biting chill,
reclaims me from this dream-drowned prismatic pool.
8 July 26
It was once upon a nursery rhyme,
An old familiar story line –
The prelude to some fairytale disaster
Where the trail of breadcrumbs through the woods
Is known to lead to damaged goods,
Bad coffee and a wicked morning after.
But I took the bait and ventured on,
Enchanted forest vagabond,
A sucker for a two-bit roadhouse gimmick.
Till at rainbow’s end I did behold
That emerald skyline, streets of gold,
And stumbled into town a hardened cynic.
On a quarter moon mid-summer’s eve,
My lantern filled with kerosene,
I shone a ray upon the Great Uncertain.
When the palace doors swung open wide
I got the hint and slipped inside
To peek behind the wizard’s flimsy curtain.
There were freakish treasures hidden there:
A giant’s tooth, Rapunzel’s hair,
The goose that laid the egg that hatched King Midas…
I was unimpressed with all that bling,
But then I found the One Big Thing -
The Hand that rocks the Cradle deep inside us.
It’s the sunshine in a mother’s smile,
The father of your inner child,
And every kiss too intimate to mention.
From the homestead where we plant our roots,
To the farthest place we walk our boots,
It’s there where Love remains our true intention.
Let’s make that cakewalk hand-in-hand,
Two refugees from Wonderland;
We’re good no matter where the twister lands us.
Regardless how the chips may fall,
There’s comfort at the mending wall
Where all the signs say, Welcome Back to Kansas.
I’m through with waiting for the elevator.
Come on, babe, let’s climb this beanstalk down.
Summer love, starts slowly. But as the summer nights last longer, so do the
feelings of love resonate in the air for young lovers. This is exactly where our
story begins. It all started near the end of August. I had just found out my family
was on our way, to packing up in a race to move to Toronto Ontario in just about
seven days. I had no idea, how much my life in Everett would have changed my
life forever.
There was this boy, of course there always is a boy. In highschool he seemed to
be the quiet type. You know the mysterious ones, that you look at in the corner of
your eye and tease. He barely exchanged glances back, and when he did I would
always flash a mischievious smile. Oh the glory days, when you get all dizzy from
the sensation of "crushes". I have never been able to clearly tell someone, when
I feel something for them, and this was definetly a case. We did as most people
do these days. We exchanged msn's and spoke nightly for hours. In the secret
quiet of the night, I finally got to know him. He was kind, and sweet, the type of
guy I never thought I would fall for. It just seemed right, if you know what I mean. I
always went for the angsty, bad boy basically the hottie in the leather jackets
leaning over their trans- ams. So what was so special about James. He was this
diamond in the rough. At first glance, almost dull. But as you looked closer, the
most brilliant color. He could make me laugh, he had one of the highest
intellects of anyone I had ever known, and the most captivating eyes. I remeber
looking in them, and feeling as if the dark brown pools could suck me in and
keep me there forever.
Our relationship to start, was that of a slow one. He went with walks with me,
humourously walking on the other side of the path from me. I remeber always
thinking, " When is this kid going to smarten up, and hold my hand." But everyone
has those sort of stories when they are young. From there on out every second of
the day, I could I would be spending the day with him. He was the one release
from the pressures of the hustle and the panic inside of my home. My parents
indecision to pick up our lives and move was to say the least exhuasting. I grew
nauseated as every day past, because what I knew what was to come was for
the worst.
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