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We're in the midst of trump times and
We need to understand
That that individual in the White House
Is not a righteous man
He's all about division, discord
And disarray
And when a domestic terror act occurred
He did not have much to say
White nationalists staged a rally to keep
A confederate statue in place
No regard and no respect for any other
Ethnicity nor any other race
A group of anti- protesters were in a
Peaceful march as well
Until a nationalist in a car mowed them down
Causing utter hell
We're in trump times the country's
Moral barometer has done a reverse
We're in trump times trust and believe
It can only get worse
Threats against the North Koreans
Who are launching potential weapons to kill
Instead of using diplomacy
Trump wants to assert his will
On the precipice of what could
Possibly become world war 3
What should we do?
What are our spiritual strategies?
One, we would do well to accept
The invitation from Christ our Savior
To worship, witness and walk
With a Christlike behavior
We need God to remind us
That we are not alone
And never ever forget that its He
Who sits on the throne
God is in charge He's still in control
Hopefully He'll work on presidents
Trump and Kim Jong Un souls
Two, we need gather together in
Remembrance of He
Jesus the Christ who died
To give us the victory
To eat of the bread and drink of the wine
Remnants of His body and blood
To examine our own hearts
And acknowledge His unconditional love
To stay in touch with reality
To remember our past and our pain
Of the slavery that is still on American
A badge of shame
Let us never forget
what has come to pass
Let us never forget Jesus
and the love for us He has
For when we remember we reestablish
All truths and how they came to be
And no tweet will erase nor change
The true reality
Trump talks about fake news
But free press will prevail
As only free press stops a nation from
Becoming a dictatorship from hell
Spiritual strategies for trump times
We need to realize
We need to stay united
And keep our eyes on the prize
Let us never forget the blood
That was shredded and the sacrifice
Let us never forget that for our sins
Jesus gave His life
Let us look past skin color
And ignore race
Let us remember God
Who gave us His infinite
Mercy and Grace
Lily Valentine
By Franklin Price
5/19/2019
I'm here to tell a timely tale
Of lovely Lily Valentine
It may be slightly slanted
She's a relationship of mine
She's the daughter of my daughter
She has great talent in her voice
Since her early days of childhood
Music always was her choice
Was the lead in most the musicals
Was Drum Major of the band
Sight reads all the music notes
I just barely understand
Plays piano and the French horn
Maybe others, that's her game
Directs an a cappella group
Gemini Boulevard its name
They compete with other college groups
Awards for her are quite a few
She's been named the best soloist
And the best arranger too
Tried out to be professional
Was just the other day
For Musae, an a cappella group
Here are some words they had to say
We loved the way you interviewed
The way you used your voice
The way you copied Windex
Hands down you are our choice
Now she's on another branch
To climb the music tree
I know she has no bigger fan
Than her pop pop, that is me
I landed among feathered creatures who pecked at my legs
Glad I was to have metallic bands to cushion me
Take me to your leader I said; someone ran out and cut its head off
It ran around but it had stopped clucking
I feared they might get my head too, so I ran off.
The next group of strangers I found were tall molting things
Dried bits of red, orange, and brown things landed on my head.
I tried to talk to them, but they ignored me.
There were mushy squishy things at their feet.
I ate them and began hallucinating.
This is not the place for our new colony.
The two-leggeds have eyes, but no mouths.
They wear cloths on the bottom of their faces,
As far as I can see there are no chins.
We need to find a different place for our colony.
A place where rioters are not running around screaming.
A place where guns are not killing wildlife “for sport”.
This is a planet for the deranged. Beam me up Commander.
This is such a special lovely island
having spent a wonderful seven days
there in the month of March full of sun
enjoying its sunshine with its warm rays
Spending such peace and tranquility
having mild winds so humid in its climate
the beaches make it a windsurfers paradise
with just 8 days rain yearly, sun on your plate
This island looks barren in many parts
where the goats graze on the open plains
but its beaches are so beautifully long
giving one lovely view to make a start
Its name comes from the Spanish wording
"Fuert" means strong, "Ventura" means winds
the delicacy of its Majorero cheese
bringing many visitors to say taste, please
This island wasn't found till the 15th Century
but it exceeded all native expectations
Caleta de Fuste, where we stayed, is a super resort
sun sand and even seals make it a sensation
(Having spent a wonderful week on the island of Fuerteventura, one of the group of islands that makes the Canary Islands which sits 100 kms off the North African coast, it was a week of wonderful sunshine, great views, and lovely food. So this is a little piece written to show poetically what a lovely island it truly is.)
If you've noticed there's no problems,
the government has too.
There's a billion cars poluting
and a mask to put on new.
There's a tax upon your property
for nothing they might do.
And a pox upon your neighbourhood
the cops will card at you.
There's a billion kitchens rinsing
what the government calls trash.
Where the people doing the rinsing
pay the bill of their own cash.
And a group of food been modified
they pass off as organic.
With no label to say otherwise
and keep us guessing frantic.
And a thousand private food banks
telling government we're poor.
When a wealthy funded welfare
should exist for our tenure.
Making several billion dollars
from a loan invested gold.
On a mint who's plates are rendered
for a government to hold.
Where the deed to our own dollars
are a travesty of old.
And the breech of our own value
for the talismen's last fold.
Where no food's upon the table
and the market sold to one.
That the note to one another-
"Hold your own until you're done".
As wise as serpents, as innocent as
doves' So we are told to be; by the creator
Of all from above..Now i chanced into
a prayer
Group once,
listened and took part,
the praying was fierce there ya know?
scriptures spoken
off by; and from the
Heart, and so' when time it came to take of
the Host, i noted one strange thing,
an old guy
Took four cups and wafers,
And mumbled ' in the Ghost' i thought he
Must be starved poor thing.? When it was
Over and time to go, i pressed him on his
Act.' He gazed at me with steel blue eyes
When i offered him for dinner tho..
He said you did note, when
i took
the
cups and
Bread? i swallowed just slightly
and nodded my head.'
He didnt explode, just sorta
Smiled..He said do ya reckon satan can
Count.? My child.. I answered i don't
doubt,then he added its kinda became my style
As we know nine of us were here
tonight; for a little while, now satans
got an
extra three in his head, to
Follow around and chide.' And even dread'
You see he does a visit once we're gone'
Studys his enemy; counts the cups of
their throng?
He then donned his
Jacket and doffed his hat, and as he went
through the door ( i thought on that!) And
Doves and serpents, and a devil counting
quite
mad..Yet never knowing? how good;
he'd really been
Had.)
Roses are red. Violets are blue,
But Violets for you, PD, just won’t do!
Roses mean passion, for roses are red,
And though I don’t want this to go to your head,
PD, you’re sweeter than dozens of roses
So those who give violets to you ---- Up their NOSES.
A thousand red roses for you. No, a TON,
For you are too awesome and way too much fun.
I’ll take off the thorns from each rose one by one,
And finally when all of my thorn-picking’s done,
I’ll wrap them up nicely in big bright bouquets,
The fragrance of thousands to last many days!
Roses are friendly, but violets are shy.
I won’t give violets to just have you cry!
Happy Valentine’s Day to my good friend, PD,
For your zaniness, wit and your sweet poetry.
May you ever remain in this fun tight-knit group,
The spice that enhances our Poetry Soup!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
and Dedicated to PD in honor of Valentine's Day
With vital role as antagonist
Marked by being oppositionist
Foes become functional activist
Bringing out best from protagonist.
Good show midst evil scheme they insist
Villains defy hypocrisy mist
Even in truth, group is terrorist
Like “Serpent Society” of theft-heist.
Snake-themed criminals on business twist
They would fight hero and aim, resist
Yet Captain America’s kind fist
Still won while deceit he did desist.
Learning from adversaries’* wrong whist
To God I cling as faith's optimist
Since He reigns in love’s champion wrist
Making me His righteous conformist.
*1Peter 5:8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.
July 4, 2022
5th place, "Captain America's Friends or Foes" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 7/5/2022
Now in the twenty fist century
Now is like the land of despair
Now there's so much uncertainty
Now tensions are starting to flare
Now, there’s a different set of moods
Now, is this completely different era
Now, is like a change in altitudes RE
Now, not so referring to the weather
Now, times they just seem awful
Now, measures taken are drastic
Now, just seems so unreasonable
Now, I think is just way to plastic
Now, havoc is starting to reek
Now, I ask who dose then rule
Now, the future seems so bleak
Now, the world has gone cruel
iNSPIERD BY FRIENDS GROUP CONVERSATIONS OVER YEARS
PAST AND PRESENT ALSO TAKING EXCERTS FROM OTHERS iVE WROTE A NEW AGE
JILTED GENERATION WORLDS STATE ECT FOLLOWING SAME PATTERN
AS THOUGHTS FEELNGS WITH YOU WITH OUT YOU
WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT OCTOBER 2012
PART TWO TO THIS IS CALLED THEN 2012
So, XYZ Company, after my five years of servitude and loyalty
you close the doors, you dissolve the department
with less than a day's notice, because, hey, that's all we deserve-
And it was no accident you announced right before Memorial Day
So you don't have to give us holiday pay
And of course you think that's fair
You would rather deny a dozen people their livlihood
Than deny yourself your vacation home in Hawaii
Or your Montana ranch, or your private plane
At least, you avoided the hyprocrisy
Of pretending to be sorry.
And what of our bonus, XYZ Company,
that you promised, oh so ardently!
Oh dear, so sorry, quarterly revenue goals
were missed by thatmuch
so whoops, can not pay bonus after all
And it would be super great if everyone
Could just develop group amnesia
that we ever said it was 'absolutely' on the way-
Oh, XYZ Company, you scammed us, you flim-flammed us
You lied and you know it and we know it
We were betrayed like an unfaithful lover
Burned like an untrue friend
But there is no illusion here of friendship, or respect, or trust
Or even professionlism
You have no future, XYZ Company, for you are dying
diseased, corrupt, and caving in,
squeezing pennies 'til the end
And I am glad to be long gone
When the collapse comes
When the avalanche of your ruin is complete
And you are done-
Submitted to 'The Gem that Slipped through the Cracks' contest on 2/09/21
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh