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The referee stopped the bout@8:05 and awards
The winfall to " Bester" Bully Thurston. the winner
Of this match and still your Independent All Pro
World's heavyweight Champion, Bester Bully Thurston
(Announcer) you heard ladies and gentlemen, Bester Bully Thurston retains the covernat crown defeating Bulldog Byron Freights via submission mind you.
Hello everybody welcome to the Saturday edition
Of Pro Wrestling Superstars I am your host
Kelp Seaworthy bringing you nonstop wrestling action.
We told you last week, and now here it is
The main Event is something Specail for the fans
The guys involved weren't to Happy about it
But promoter Chaffey " Bigfist" Hossinger has signed
Both members of the World Tagteam Champions to go one on one with each other, he says they were getting along to
well and he didn't have understand why.. he booked the match in full protest of both combatants,
The ranking members of both of he board of directers and the championship committee have filed greivances, curing promoter Hossinger, who insist that the World Champion atteam champions violate the rules restricting them from defending the their tagteam titles in a non sanctioned match in New Zealand. He spoke of the trainers unsportsmen like conduct not being artistically creative enough to talk down the heated combatants, which resulted in a nonsaction match were the titles turned over and the promotion had to strip the champions of the belts and reward them to these men, Hexsel and Swivel Maddox, who now must compete, against one another but n the his no disquilifcation bout to
Satisfy the Promter Hossinger.
I believe in Christ Jesus,
But what does that really mean?
For each Christian there's a jesus--
Then there's the one that few have seen.
I've read the Gospels a few times;
Know what the witnesses said.
I try to read between the lines
To know Him that rose from the dead.
During his three-year mission
He encouraged forgiveness,
To many he showed compassion
And taught folks to love righteaousness.
(Chorus)
The modern world is different,
But people are still the same.
Instead of pointing fingers,
Good folks should help the bad repent...
Both finding forgiveness through His name.
Jesus loved everybody,
Helped the sinners change their ways,
Fought against hypocracy.
I think He's still the same today.
The modern world is different,
But people are still the same.
Instead of pointing fingers,
Good folks should help the bad repent...
Both finding forgiveness through His name.
“Eric L. Boddie(pronounced body)”
I am somebody
I am nobody
I am anybody
I am everybody
I am my mind, for this is His body
I am a lover of women, but I only need one body
I am blessed, He gave me a beautiful body
I am a believer in bringing pleasure to the body
I, one day, want a wife, but won’t accept just anybody
I want a lady who wants respect from everybody
I want a woman who aspires to be somebody
I want my girl to be strong enough to seek approval from nobody
I want a female who has pride in her body
I want a female who will only give me her body
I want a female in search of the limitations of pleasure for the body
I want a female whose mind is more beautiful than her body
I, only, truthfully, need God because He loves everybody
I need my mother because she wants me to be somebody
I need love, which can be given by anybody
I need wisdom to understand that no one is a nobody
I need strength to carry my body
I need my mind to maintain the health of my body
I need a woman to bring pleasure to my body
I need nothing else than being Eric L. Boddie
I am one of those. At one time I had eighteen dogs.
None from the same litter. I neuter and spay my animals.
Here is the thing. I am an elementary school counselor
And I cannot bring children home,
Even though I want to rescue some of them sometimes.
So I stop by the pound if I have had a really bad day
And I adopt a cat, a dog, or a dog and a cat or two cats.
Do you see where I am going with this?
I brought home Happy, Go and Blue the same day, three dogs.
And the next day had to run back to the pound for Lucky.
When they give me "that look" as I leave,
It is on! And Lucky had given me the saddest look ever.
Pretty soon, we had so many heated sheds
And we had roped off so much of the forest with fencing,
It looked like we were running a concentration camp.
Because being a grandma takes precedent we decided to move
Closer to our ten grandchildren.
We bought six acres, and knew we could bring our dogs and cats.
Yes, I have four cats too.
Only two dogs, and a cow were allowed. No more than two.
What? I called everybody. They verified it.
I had three months to find sixteen dogs a home, and I did.
Lucky lived to be twelve, and Blue lived to be eight.
Success, a much hyped word today
Everybody speaking about it here and far away
We have TED talks, gurus, life coaches all churning out the same stuff
Why has it become a word that we all have to snuff
People trying to outdo each other in all avenues
Cant we just stop and instead greet other bienvenue
Gone are the days when life was simple and just a 9-5 job
And work place another extended family cob
We clung to each other and wished each other well
It was a time when there was no Apple or Dell
Life was a routine meant to be loved and cherished
Have we become more loud and garish
Has technology made us robotic nerds
Looking for the next best video clip or something absurd
Movies are tagged with sex, violence and nudity
Have we gone from quiet wisdom to stupidity.
Success you have become quite excess
Just leave us a little while to catch out breaths and suck less.
Even good persons will be judged for their character,
for not having done enough when they could have;
ah, the judgment of the condemned will be harsher...
some believe it's a bluff, and they continue to misbehave!
There are different ways of giving,
it depends on how a heart is feeling;
the most generous give abundantly
and those less kind give meagerly!
Then who should be judged harshly?
The ones who hesitate to demonstrate kindness,
and are motived by their eagerness,
or those who are cold and refuse to show mercy?
In the eyes of God generosity is very delightful
when a hungry mouth devours a meal and is full;
be generous and give away some of your riches...
if abundance has blessed you beyond expectations!
Even good people will be judged for their character,
they might be humble, but their joy is undeniable;
everybody doubts that opening hearts has its rewards...
won't they feel a tenderness that is louder than cheer?
Born to;
Born to rule
Born to die
Born to live
Born to cry
Born to reap
Born to sow
Born to watch everybody grow
Born to see
Born to be blinded
Born to live free
Born to live confined
Born to be sheep
Born to be slaughtered
Born to cry wolf
Born to be martyred
Born to be experimented on
Born to be told not to go outside
Born to become vitamin deficient
Born to grow sick
Born to go to the hospital
Born to be diagnosed a hoax
Born to be injected with poison
Born to be silenced
Born to be cultivated like numbers
Born to be put into concentration camps
Born to be told we’re not human
Born to fall victim of legal genocide
Born to stay quiet
Born to be told not to rise up
Born to be threatened prison, will be for those whom have a voice
Born to sleep weary
Born to grow tired
Born to become vengeful
Born to hate the corrupt
Born to condemn the elite
Born to realize we were lied to
Born to understand we are the product
Born to know the product is costly
Born to wake up to the idea that evil is apparent
Born to love but learn to hate
Born to know that Politian's never actually debate
Born to know this is all a lie. If you still think this is about a virus, then the wolf will eat you alive.
Block this, block that
Black this, black that
I am sick and tired
Of seeing the hatred
And the obvious prejudices
Destroying countries, counties
Districts and municipalities
Where biased authorities
And utterly corrupt and ornery judges
Rule like lions in the wild jungles.
Black this, black that
Block this, block that
Where nobody wins
And everybody loses
From venomous doses
Of ignorance and intolerance
We are all fraternal twins
With different level of shade and nuance
Oh! Nobody is perfect
And I am daringly correct
Like the angel snoring on the deck.
I have never seen a black country
I have never lived in a black county
Unfortunately nonsense prevails
And common sense is assailed
Oh! I will spare you the details
So you won’t faint, fade, fall and fail
As you lurk, search, muse and chase your tail
Black this, black that
Block this, block that.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Everybody’s looking for Christ
Everybody wants salvation
And everybody pays a price
For the bigger situation
Everybody tries to conceive
Of a Paradise somewhere –
It’s at the end of history –
Or it’s way up high in the air
For some, the Kingdom is near
For some, the City is far
Some want their banquet right here
Some envision it beyond the stars
Everybody wants to end pain
Everybody wants to rejoice
A plan, reasonable and inhumane
That speaks to the inner voice
Everybody yearns to believe
That everybody’s equal and free –
The diversity of the leaves –
The solidarity of the tree
For some, the Kingdom is near
Everybody would rebel
Against a prison after birth
Be it the cauldron of Hell
Or the rusted factory of Earth
Everybody craves to receive
The body and the blood of man
Either dished out by a priest
Or exacted by a politician
‘Cause for some, the Kingdom is near
While for some, the City is far
Some want their banquet right here
And some envision it beyond the stars.
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.