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With love from Venezuela to the people of the United States of America.
Once upon a time were one of the most prosperous nations of South America.
Our nation once upon a time was a democracy and a representative government. Elected to represent our beloved homeland. But our hopes and our dreams have been washed away by Socialist tyranny and a dedicator who enslaves.
And improvised its people. We do not have enough food to eat. We long for safe places to be able to sleep. All who fight for freedom, even those brave souls. Who came from the United States, were arrested as agitators against, our government. They were the true freedom fighters, who were not paid and trained professional communists agitators. Which are running rampart on the streets of America today! "If the black people are not careful they could lose their country." Almost just exactly as we have lost ours!
If America does intervene, they will become involved. In a qua mire worse than the Vietnam War. It was a promise engraved in stone by our El Presidenta. Who clocks his misdeeds under the guise of the highest title of a governmental official. When he is nothing more than a paid and highly trained Communist agitator. South America has been plagued by a series of dictators and revolutionists. Who made false mandates and proclamations to the unfortunate South American people. But he stands heads and tails above them all!
In America people are still free to protest and speak out about their governmental leaders. Anyone caught doing that in Venezuela today
would be taken out and shot. I would not be in the least surprised if they
choose the Mexican execution by firing squads! Any one chanting Viva La Freedom! Viva La liberty! Would be taken out and shot! He or she would be imprisoned and tortured!
I am speaking out for the people who have no freedom. I am speaking out
for those who have no voice or no hope of their own. I am beseeching the throne room of God on their behalf as well as the people of Hong Kong!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020
Corona Crisis
viral virus
no immunity no vaccine watch the community start collapsing
people dying
people lying
I’m suspicious of the timing
Brexit Trump forgotten items
pandemic dread a new horizon
governments all left advising
Crikey don't let no one near ya
isolation mass hysteria
but what’s most surprising
toilet paper sells just keep on rising
It's like a movie
people worried people moody
as the virus moves free
you seen those riots in Hong Kong lately
or US Taliban create a peace
Brexit Brussels swept under the rug
there’s no news to watch but this bloody bug
is it real or just made up
if you get it that's some real bad luck
coronavirus..... oh shut up
Once in Hong Kong I sang a song
Chong ‘n Wong pulled along
Choir it became strong
Lifelong those throngs now belong
Once I was assigned to refine a mime
I pined to realign the divine design
Couldn’t shine it brine ‘n it was supine
Was left to whine, wine and dine
Once Jack ‘n Black couldn’t crack a sack
I was called back to pack them whack
‘n search for Mac ‘n Quack in the track
To attack the remaining knick knack
Once jolly Dolly wanted to lick a lolly
She waited for the lolly trolley with Polly
Trolley was stolen by Ali the smalley
Dolly realized the folly, went without a lolly
Once a teen queen preened the greens
She cleaned the beans to feed the knight
The knight in jeans came in to glean the creame
Both sat in the canteen to have plenty caffeine
Hong Kong, song, Chong, Wong, along, strong, lifelong, throng, belong
assign, refine, mime, pine realign, divine design, shine, brine, supine, wine,
whine, dine
Jack, Black, crack, sack, back, pack, whack, Mac, Quack, track, attack, knack
jolly, Dolly, lolly, trolley, Polly, Ali, smalley, folly
teen queen, preen, green, clean, bean, jean, glean, creame, canteen, caffeine
6.7.2014
Former British colonies on the news
there's people, there's power and there's abuse,
scenes in India seem eerily familiar
as authority beats up those inferior
those sticks and shields shown in a past era
locals beating up local people
were the British really evil
Hong Kong has gone wrong,
keep fighting I say, stay strong,
scenes not seen under British rule,
when economies of these two flourished tall
Corrupt leadership in the USA
the very reason they got away,
a nation under rule of law,
let's see now the ruler fall,
through their English common law
Now Scotland seeks its independence
to us in England makes no difference
everyday Sturgeon a TV appearance
so if leaving the UK sees her disappearance
there will be no English interference
and Brexit, we're leaving the EU,
remain go boo-hoo,
I say woo hoo
we are leaving the EU
and our Empire doesn't seem so bad too,
true
Disclaimer- I am not racist and see all sides of everything. I don’t represent either political party. I am more, disheartened by the hatred floating around. This poem is more so a description of what I see, when I look at Americans and how they react to politics... over the last decade..
Why are we so angry over one single dude
A womanizer, perhaps, vulgar and crude
But at the end of the day, he's only a man
A perverted senior citizen with the winning hand
A dishonest politician is not a new fad
And alternative opinions are not always bad
8 years ago we thought the world was ending
Or were convinced of a change, a new beginning
I'm still the same
Politics still lame
My casted vote, indefinitely, pending
So, tell me, which side do you take
A baby killer or one accused of rape
And if you disagree, how should you act
Paint vaginas on your face for a presidential attack
Grinning ear to ear for a social media snack
But it's all roses now, the last one was black
Am I making sense, or way off track
Please, my neighbors, don't take me wrong
I wouldn't breathe a word of our country's song
Forget the soldiers, their fame is gone
Set fire to our flag and move to Hong Kong
No, I don't believe in killing babies or raping women
But I've tasted so much, I can't tell pepper from cinnamon
If you think you know it all, my darling, you're trippin
So can we please just resume the scheduled program of living
Pass Trade Already
Do not waste more time!
It is fire and spit,
thin water and urine.
All lies from city folk.
The swamp smells,
it is dying.
No new water,
just the old cesspool inlets,
all the outlets, blocked.
Cockroaches running,
for the sides of the room,
but there is no trim…
to scurry beneath,
or under.
It has been removed…
Rotten with the passage of time,
and lack of care.
Termites eating “Our” democracy,
from the very roots to the high bows.
Crocodiles and alligators,
government entities,
joining forces to rule,
not voted in,
but brought up…
through the ranks.
Tyrants are not born,
they are created in the dark,
by those that are afraid,
and must build a Frankenstein,
to match a voted in...
Superman!
Wake up,
your party is not well,
it is in the last spasm...
of complete loss.
Folded by socialism,
betrayed by religions,
coddled ideas...
politically correct,
by the smaller percentage,
Benedict Arnold’ed by Pharaoh,
in favor of outsiders.
Not of home at all.
Making way for the elite to rule,
the small
and take the heads…
from the tall.
On the fence in indecision,
burning flags and screaming rights,
while accepting federal aid,
or living at home.
The mirror is evil,
it does not lie.
Author note:
I just watched a woman on the news crawling on the ground in Hong Kong for her rights... They are talking about living and dying. Human rights...
Venezuela is not better, they just stopped talking about it so openly.
The President is doing a good job for all of us, even if you hate him.
Cymbals and fireworks crisp and crescendo through the
black of night past the chrysanthemums displays
for the year of the Goat begins.
from the mainland Chinese tourist arrive
red cars, red money, red clothes, flame with wishes for
prosperity as displays descend
over Victoria harbor in Hong Hong.
pray the ghosts leave with the noise
and peace and prosperity descend
hang your red lanterns
paste red animals on your windows
pray the ghosts of years past leave in peace
sparklers
rockets
firecrackers
Technicolor displays animate the streets
pyrotechnics fill the air, shopping markets overflow
as unattainable commodities get packed back
to Xian, Beijing and Shanghai -
powdered milk dreams - a luxury attainable here
replace the rush to gunpowder displays
smoke coats the metal heavy air
as the crowds disperse for
a dumpling morning
parading creatures of past and present
awe and delight
Lion dancers snake, kick, drum,
feet beat to the gong in hong hong
and all of China
Smiles now style
Family banquet;
Happy feast
~~~~~~~~~
Roundtable moments
Spring festival treats;
Family bonding sums
~~~~~~~~~
Red for good luck
Charming good times;
Springtime company
~~~~~~~~~
Red lanterns float
Breezy breeze blows;
Sway of good fortune
~~~~~~~~~
Nine course meal
Delight dances round;
Happy chit-chat punctuates
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Food fortune toss
Myriad chopsticks work;
Faith works wonders
~~~~~~~~~
Festival moods mix
Moments of delightful glee;
Children and old children
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Three red tables
Mix and mingle;
Food fare abundance
~~~~~~~~~
Spring moves pretty
Mandarin oranges blessing;
Chinese New Year greetings
~~~~~~~~~
Hearts open to joy
Peace abides here;
Vivid melodies
~~~~~~~~~
Watch cheer decorate
Faces with good cheer;
Hong Bao tokens and oranges
~~~~~~~~~
Sparkling exchanges
Ancient customs preside;
Spring celebration
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2016
Singapore
Welcome to the year 4712, the year of the horse.
This is the most important time for Atlantic City hotels, of course.
It is tradition for good luck to eat noodles on the first day.
Make sure we have plenty of them in inventory today.
Have those fireworks to frighten the evil spirits away.
Have loads of red envelopes with money at the noodle bar.
Our honored guests will have traveled very far.
Get the tables ready for baccarat, pai gow, and sic bo.
Our patrons will be wagering loads of money in the casino
Whether they come from Hong Kong, Beijing, or Taipei,
cater to all their wishes during their stay.
I was jet skiing on the wings of a jet stream
when I noticed the others floating along.
First a small robin, then an eagle and
finally a small red helicopter joined our little throng.
As we passed over the next country,
I recognized it as oriental beautiful Hong Kong.
What game were they playing in the park?
Was it the wonderful clever Mahjong?
Crazy jet stream suddenly pitched us in another direction,
and we were singing along.
To a new hip hop rap, joined by a super-terrific souped-up bike
and Mr. Lance Armstrong.
This is great he said, I have been counting on a
little well-needed airborne break all week long.
With the birds, and the helicopter, the bike,
and a world-famous athlete, what could go wrong?
We went fast and furiously back to the 50’s,
and we were grabbed by fierce looking King Kong.
A place we should never have gone back to,
which we realized quite keenly, in not very long.
There was soon a crowd gathering under the Empire State Building,
a real angry throng.
As we were thrown into the crowd at warp-like speed,
I wished I was back in beautiful Hong Kong.