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The land I love and grew on ,
to the shores down east abound;
things have gotten out of hand,
and no safe place can be found.....
It matter's not where you're from,
or the color of your skin ;
if this is the land you call home,
help stop the clamor and the din ....
I beg of you Sir ,Donald Trump;
with all allege d's I have said,
I stand behind your efforts ;
Using Military within ....
And any illegal caught here ,
who has a record from prison ,
most certainly is deported;
how the did they get in ???
I would like to see an America ,
where Border's are secured ,
by our Military forces ;
so all feel reassured ....
There is much wrong with certain programs ,
but bystander that I am ;
all I can do is point things out ,
and left feeling pretty thin......
America needs one last hurrah ,
a cheer for one and all;
and get back on track together;
Free to all stand tall ....
Safety is just awareness;
though at times you let it go ,
its not about the guns out there ;
its who has them in the flow.....
Never have I given Rates ,
of any place I been ,
I only been to the USA ;
The Untied States again....
Peaceful planet is no more
Chaos created by lovers of power, greed & war
Depopulation is the elitist's plan
Brutal monsters disguised as man
Society has been dumbed down
Through education , propaganda & TV
Law officers have lost their authority
As lunatics rule protected from persecution for deeds of insanity
Vicious convicts receive light sentences
While their victim's reputations are destroyed
Illegal immigrants are given jobs and housing
While our vets go homeless and unemployed
Whistle Blowers are targeted and the evil-doers murder some
Aided by their puppets for a large amount of mon'
Pedophiles rings are organized in all branches of society
Shielded by The One World Order with hearts full of vulgarity
Food, water & air are poisoned to decrease the populace
And you ask me why I'm angry
You tell me stop the fuss
Hell is on the fast track engaged in demonic activity
As those in power keep the sheep distracted from truth & reality
Prison Planet is not a myth
Not at all just in my head
And if we don't take a stand soon
To Fema Camps we will be led
Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis AUG. 22 2014
shootings are on the up rise
and multiple killings are the latest fad
the streets are getting darker
and the world has gone completely mad
total anarchy, assassinations, murder and mayhem
the streets are getting darker
but when will it all end?
***********, immorality, pedophilia and illegal drugs
the streets are getting darker and creeping with rapists, gang bangers and thugs
homelessness, hunger, unemployment plus an incurable disease
diminishing natural resources, global warming
while the political leaders do as they please
genocide, homicide, domestic abuse and sexual predators on the Internet
hurricanes, tornadoes and wildfires yet mankind keeps hedging its bet
but there is still a glimmer of hope, a slice of salvation
for the light of the Lord continues to shine down upon the world's desolation
yet when people ask,"why does God allow bad things
to happen to those who are good?"
I can only reply, "that Godliness is not on the mind of the thugs and the hoods"
for God gave mankind free will and dominion over this earth
so if men want to blame anyone they need to look at themselves first
Jesus Christ, The Son of Man is our Savior, our Truth and our Light
His coming was to give us reconciliation and instructions on how to live right
yet the streets are still getting darker and thus they will continue to remain
until everyone seeks the Good News and try to bring about some change
to love each other as God desires, to show compassion and care
to look up to our Creator and realize that He's always been there
the streets are getting darker with chaos and confusion
but the Light of the Lord God remains the only viable solution
so until mankind comes to some kind of moral and spiritual understanding
the streets will get darker until we abide by what the Lord God is commanding
''When the country is in disorder,loyal misters rise'' -Lao Tzu
Beneath the marble halls and mirrored walls,
Where power drinks from poisoned springs,
There crawl the keepers of false calls,
The silent thieves who puppeteer kings.
They whisper ''order'',but mean control,
They promise peace,yet sow despair';
Their tongues are sugar,but rot the soul -
Their smiles conceal the percent's lair
We have seen the hand that signs the lie
The face that mourns for camera's sake;
The deals inked deep where children die,
While truth is bound for profit's sake.
O sons and daughters of the soil,
Will you not rise,your silence break?
This land is not for sale or spoil,
No tyrant owns the breath we take.
Let thunder march in every street,
Let drums of justice pound again,
Till those who steal from from the people's meal
Know the anguish of honest men.
For nations rot when good men yield,
When hearts grow numb,when faith decays;
So lift the word,the song,the shield-
And rage against the shadowed maze
We will not bow,nor kiss the ring.
Of men who sell our souls for gold;
The people's voice is sharpening--
Its truth is louder,fierce and bold.
Rage,brothers,rage,but let it heal-
Let justice be your steady art;
For when the tyrant's reel,
Love still shall crown the people' heart
There is more to this law than just saving a child’s life.
It’s the governments control of your daughter or wife.
My thoughts on abortion will always be a moot point.
Morality is something only God should anoint.
In an ideal world, our children would be raised right.
There will always be evil that lurks in the night.
There are perverts and rapists, and those who seek power.
We also have the righteous in their Ivory Tower.
Imagine your pregnant wife had a complication tomorrow.
Would you do all that you could, even beg, steal or borrow?
Think of that doctor who just gave you the bad news.
Abortion is against the law, so you must pay your dues.
Your wife and unborn child are now both doomed to die.
There are no exceptions, it’s illegal and that’s why.
Our government shouldn’t dictate, what’s morally right or wrong.
It’s the woman’s choice, and that’s where it should belong!
Lanccelot went thro' the lists ticking off heads,
lost count of how many that he'd had in his beds,
handing a garter to the queen was wrong gender,
although he supposed that she could return to sender.
That brat Ivanhoe often arrived to spoil the party,
anyway with that demeanour he just looked tarty;
different generations linked them historically together,
so check your history, it really happened, don't say never.
For the purpose of this treatise - make it the same time,
have you never felt that someone was a friend of mine;
imagine that you were illegal, perhaps free for all later,
who programmed you and where was the instigator?
How would you have coped thro' - thought not quite right,
he was tired of body checking and fancied an early knight.
He stood on his stoop and
Proclaimed America's hatred of
Men. Allowing people external
From relationships to be able
to provide a script that creates
the grooming of people. By creating
the condition speak against the
Welfare of all. Making it illegal
to use people to the dissactioning
Of people. Facts to provide data
that increase the risk by creating
Circumstances and issues that
creates the character and provides
the script to reunionize torn relationships
By making "a badguy" from the deceived
Conditions to create the character of
a isolationist. Where conditions of à groomer
due to the women's current position.
Because my former relationship with the children's
father permits me to create a script of a person
She wishes to reunite with her former.
In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace,
Where waves and sorrow interlace,
A tragic tale unfolds each passing day,
Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept away.
Ten souls, on average, meet their end,
In this watery grave, their hopes suspend,
And as the months unfold with heavy toll,
1875 hearts silenced, their stories untold.
Why, oh why, does history repeat?
When lessons learned should guide our fleet,
Yet apathy and ignorance still hold sway,
While lives are lost, cast adrift in disarray.
Do we not see the urgency before our eyes?
The need for compassion, for empathetic ties,
To stem the tide of despair and strife,
And offer solace to those seeking life?
Isolation, a fortress built in fear,
Cannot erase the pain, it only draws near,
For we are bound by a common thread,
The tapestry of humanity, where lives are spread.
No one stands alone, untouched by the plight,
We all have a role, to kindle the light,
To prevent the desperate from that treacherous route,
And extend our hands, embrace and salute.
For in the rescue of potential victims, we unite,
Shattering the darkness, bringing hope to light,
We raise our voices, demanding change,
To break the chains that hold us estranged.
Let empathy guide us, our actions inspire,
To build a world where compassion won't expire,
Where borders dissolve, and hearts intertwine,
Rescuing lives, a mission divine.
So let us learn from the past's bitter sting,
And let each life lost be a bell that will ring,
Awakening our souls, igniting a fire,
To save the lost, and lift them higher.
It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps.
Everyone was stirred-up and tight as a violin string when we heard that the “Extreme Court” threw out “Roe vs Wade’s” constitutional guarantees - the latest signal of Americas ascendant entropy.
Following that, was a ruling that threw out New York’s gun restrictions. “Republicans wear compassion like a costume.” Anna pronounces, “what “right to life” *IS* there, if every nutcase can walk around with a machine-gun. Haven’t they been watching the news?”
Leong, who’s always willing to discuss the superiority of the communist system, susurrates, to no one in particular, “Abortions are legal in China and unless you have a hunting license - guns are illegal.”
“Maybe we should move there,” Lisa says, ingenuously, holding up her drink toastingly, her face tinted a gleaming, bourbon gold in reflected light.
Returning to our suite, 3 hours later, Sophy’s adopted a mode of travel involving swerves and leaning heavily on things. Which Leong, who was not doing much better, finds hilarious. “Use your signals!” Leong says after barely dodging one of Sophy’s flailing arms.
“Two loves I have - of comfort and despair.” Sunny quotes, in her richest, Shakespearian voice.
“There’ll be no uncomfortable beds tonight,” I say, searching my bag for my phone, which has the suite key in an attached card-holder. Charles’ room is directly across from ours and I see him shaking his head as both of our doors close.
We’ve adopted a motto, “live to exhaustion,” and I think, to myself, that we’re living up to it, as I flop onto my bed and the world goes dark.
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slang
wretched = very good
Nothing is worse than badly rhyming verse
Or poems so obscure that no one can read
Sadly, after investigating some dreadful examples
Writing poetry is now banned - the police have decreed!
So writing poetry is now illegal
I’m bereft I’ll just sit down and cry
If I can’t dip my pen in the ink
I’ll simply fade away and die
I’ve decided to produce a ‘poetic licence’
Forbidden poets could then apply
The licence could only be used
On days of the week that end with a Y!
Poets found writing without a licence
Could be condemned to the dead poet’s society
Their illegal poems would be locked in a vault
And this would add to the poet’s notoriety
Of course I would have the final say
On poetry licences to be sent out
People caught plagerising would be banned
They won’t be accepted no matter how loudly they shout!
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