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Germany, a failed state?
Germany is in recession; this is entirely to the hysterical left wing
With woke policy and the US meddling, to comply
the US blew up North Stream 2, the biggest industrial sabotage
since the War of 1940, no one batted an eye.
The notion is that planting more windmills is somehow would be enough,
not even with ten million windmills will it be enough for the industry
to function- balderdash!
Germany has had a working relationship with Russia, but not now though
and we despair for the implication this has for the rest of Europe
The Brussels fascists don’t care; for them and their sick ideology,
it is about hatred of a country, they will try to destroy its immense mineral riches.
In their effort to ruin Russia (A Christian national state)
the fascists risk ruining Europe and bringing on a nuclear war.
Once, in 1945, when Russia had saved Europe
Russia was popular among the people, and since this could not go
the propaganda mill set to work with foreign economic help
Suddenly we were told of the cruel Russian soldiers
a horde that raped every woman; yes, there were rapes
but also, in the part of Germany occupied by the Allied army
were portrayed as good people, virtuous and brave.
Nations have tried to invade this, often stumbling country
from the Vikings through to Napoléon to Hitler, they lost
and the fascists will lose again until the Woke culture ends
and practical politics, pursued by sensible people, in charge again.
In waiting we shall perish.
As we are dazzled but embarrassed.
There is no shortage of eternity.
All that is left is the company-
Of all these other people with bulging hearts.
But even those that are in this institution can be pulled apart.
We all wait to be taken to the back room to be mangled.
I lie in bed, for any movement will make me tangled.
All I can do is cry in ignorance.
For those who I fear are being stricken for taking a stance.
There are these uncaring people holding vigil.
Over me and all these other individuals.
I am left with nothing but the implication.
That my family is fading like my shallow exhalations.
"he identified those who were more like him as friends
and looked at those who he found favor with to be kind to
those who were in complete opposition of how he felt a person should be present themselves he spoke of as potential opponents
he looked in a mirror and said those who shall be mine are my lovers
one asked what if those you wish to love might not want you in return
he said he'd labor and chore himself into being a devoted person.
he added there is always someone better looking, or more endowed, someone more special and someone who can better do something. she will when he does bla, bla!
what we are dealing with here are the right nows that might have more implication on those days of when these words will matter.
don't frustrate my existence with something you think is wiser than what's been done, and done right!
look at the rainbow after the rain, and stop pissing in the wind thinking something beautiful is gonna come from it, it ain't happening like that Friendalater, it ain't that type of party!
she wishes to have you speak bad, and he wants it to be you that say's bad things about him, man aint nobody in farts friend della, we got a future to make way for, the efforts of people today will pave the way for the superstars of tomorrow. A defeat is earned in respect to a loss, when he can be man enough to stand before those that speak of him as best, and say he put the Wowzer on me and I admit I lossed, that when I can deal with him, tha S$B said what happened in Venice was one sided, both reff's made liberal ten counts, and the inside man found his shoulders down for a five second stay, that's from the tape, i will find it in my heart to say, half way through he had me going, but like
a summer sun I risest to shine the chilly ways of winter away!
why?
cause I'm the Big Sky, and everybody who's somebody think I am the best!"
Kelp Seaworthy.. the Big Sky ladies and Gentlemen!
Now Buxton is the place to stay when hiking in “the Dales”,
But your schedule’s shot to pieces if you’re troubled by strong gales,
On a campsite in the Pennines the wind was blowing bitterly
I confided to the warden’s wife, “Next year I’m off to Italy”.
So I asked my boss for overtime and accrued a tidy sum,
My girlfriend don’t like pasta so she didn’t want to come,
I planned to see some galleries and architectural sights,
I borrowed several brochures and I booked some budget flights.
I met a waiter in a restaurant on a vibrant street in Pisa,
He’d offer me a holiday if I were not a geezer.
Could I shake off the tradition or am I wedded to my gender?
It’s a fashionable mission. Should I let him call me Brenda?
I like the foods of Italy, they’ve tonnes of tasty meals
But would I ever feel relaxed in a necklace and high heels?
Oh I’d return from Tuscany with fond romantic tales
Of operatic ecstasy and tall Italian males.
People shed their inhibitions, often break their wedding vows,
Would he buy me splendid dinners if I wore a skirt and blouse?
Could I elongate my lashes and step out in jewels and finery?
Is it time to leave this closet and declare myself non-binary?
Should I use the ladies’ restroom or still hang-out in the gents’,
Simply tell the folks around me that I’m sitting on the fence?
If I walked into the barber’s shouting "Rid me of this beard!"
Would he relish my exuberance, or think me rather weird?
I’d talk no more of football teams or the merits of real ales,
I’d think about nutritious food and the colour of my nails.
I would give up wearing neckties and my slacks would be less dismal,
I might sit at a reception desk, though the pay would be abysmal!
I might alienate mates if I keep changing genders,
Should I book into a clinic? - no the prospect sounds horrendous!
I still prefer to lead when I’m dancing down at gigs
And I’ll be auctioning my wardrobe full of brassieres and wigs.
My local mosque has two approaches, men and women are divided,
They’ll soon need an extra doorway, for committed undecided.
Subdivided laundrettes are another implication,
I think I’ll ’phone that waiter and decline his invitation.
Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.
Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.
In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.
Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.
I don’t have time for this
These words
These endless words
Idle commuters
Waiting….impatiently
On the subway platform
Jostling for position
Hoping to get a seat
A gazing flash of light
These words
This compilation of compulsion’s creativity
Clamoring crazily
Challenging the implication
Of meter’s maniacal manipulations
Dancing on the head of a pen
Yet, I must choose
While listening to the chorus of
Pick me…pick me
And still … I listen to them
Weighing the worthiness of their weight
Knowing that they know their place
If I will but loosen my grasp
On the instrument
of our freedom
Firstly, having realized that PS Soupers cross the International Line, aspects of politics should be addressed. Clarity of 'Crossing the Aisles'. An American phrase references Congress and seldom elsewhere. I'm expounding on Congress via its members and how they find it useful. Members accord themselves with similarities fashioned by their constituents -- lest they seek a short term. Ergo, they'll ingratiate themselves on social issues that affect their daily lives, and the reciprocal benefit will ensure a mainstay in office. Members in opposition will ingratiate with constituents on those similar social issues that affect their daily lives from a whole different perspective thereby affecting said controversy from 'Crossing the Aisles' on a political level, whether it be, Washington DC, Ottawa, Canberra, or elsewhere..
Now on the subject of religion. I've bandied about my POV on faith and my pious mother via some of my posted poetry here at PS. In my sampling for the contest, I did make such an implication of that fact yet if you read into it, you'll note it was words of Christian standards that infer a mother's love towards her two sons that preceded her in death. I did not preach on the subject of my faith and have it dragged into the darkness of controversy.
Contrast on Controversy
The morning after
Is there any reality ?, or is it just another dream ?
Four AM and I awake from a dream.
That dream tells a story, is that story a truth ?, -
The truth that came to light, Valentine’s night.
I came to visit with you - your girlfriend is there –
Our words are brief – you want to leave – walk out the door.
Your friend and I remain behind – your choice.
Your girlfriend begins to tell me that you are involved –
In fact - you have been involved for a long time –
I have been nothing more then a filler for your empty hours.
I awake with this pain in my heart and a knowledge of.
WHAT ???
Monika :
February 15th 2007
Four AM ,pen in hand, words begin to flow.
You are a beautiful Lady, I would love to know.
My heart ache, bleeds for you- I show
you the tears that run wild, through my veins
until knowledge of, absorbs, and all that remains
are holographic shards, memories ( good or bad ) of the pains
I have had to endure - your words where “ be patient ”,
“ be this, be that, be the other ”.
My soul’s spirit, you did smother.
Implication ?, my dream realized.
but these all seem to be more transient.
and my life’s journey, compromised.
In all honest Monika, - I think – never from you
will come the passion, the closeness, the affection, the love,
a desire for – all these things I desire to give and to live,
I so wish to know. I feel that I am nothing more - for you –
then a gift – the gift of Christmas love ( black and red lovers twist ).
A block of wood, carved into – inanimate – lovers entwined in each other,
a passionate kiss that you see as a musical symbol.
An item to be placed upon a shelf – looked at, but never touched -
symbolically, spiritually or as a mentor to bring out of you – life, alive.
As always Monika, I am conflicted - living with uncertainty,
Always in doubt about where I stand and what I mean to you .
B. J. “A” 2
February 15th 2007
WAS THE FIRST WOMAN TRUE
Lilith, as the first woman on earth
For Adam, was created from dust
Jointly intended as an equal wife
Despite the hopes of the Elohim
And resisting domination by him
Left her husband for another life
Far away from Eden as she must
But prevented from giving birth
The world still needed procreation
So Eve, from his rib, replaced her
Although subservient, still held sway
Tempting him with forbidden fruit
Some Lilith stories many do refute
She’s an independence icon today
Accusations of evil, some do infer
From ancient texts and implication
WAS THE FIRST WOMAN TRUE
Lilith, as the first woman on earth
For Adam, was created from dust
Jointly intended as an equal wife
Despite the hopes of the Elohim
And resisting domination by him
Left her husband for another life
Far away from Eden as she must
But prevented from giving birth
The world still needed procreation
So Eve, from his rib, replaced her
Although subservient, still held sway
Tempting him with forbidden fruit
Some Lilith stories many do refute
She’s an independence icon today
Accusations of evil, some do infer
From ancient texts and implication
When the rhetoric is vile and spewing forth hate
Fill my heart with love, my mouth kind words to relate
When characters are threatened by accusations
Keep my tongue from promoting the declarations
When news blares of another sniper with a gun
May my sheath, sword, and shield be your majestic Son
When I encounter neighbors burdened and in need
Grant me the blessing to give, not withhold in greed
When humankind divides by status, creed, and race
Help me pursue common ground, guide me by your grace
When conflict and confusion never seem to cease
Make me wise so that I might facilitate peace
When a brother has no one on whom to depend
Cause me to be silent, listen, and be a friend
When loneliness and despair threaten to destroy
Bring me hope, that encouragement I might employ
When I see people broken by sins frustration
Give me boldness to share knowledge of salvation
When they grapple in darkness unguided by sight
Let my life and voice become a beacon of light
When people doubt Bible truth and implication
Allow me patience for a gospel conversation
When stilled in weariness from our earthly story
Deliver heavens hope from the Lord of glory.