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“Election Day”
by: Eric L. Boddie
By plane, train, bus, car or boat
I’ll travel the Earth to win your vote
I can’t say when I’ll finish, but I know when I’ll start
From this day forward, I’ll be campaigning for your heart
If elected, I’ll serve you well to the best of my ability
I’ll deliver your heart to a state of tranquility
There will be no new taxes on your emotions and things there of
I’ll do everything within my power to erase your deficit of love
I don’t have a foreign policy, you are my only concern
Home always comes first, that’s what the other candidates must learn
And in the event of war, you are mine to defend
For your honor I will fight until the very end
Healthcare will be provided, and your economy is sure to flourish
I’ll work my fingers to the bone to ensure that you are well nourished
Your soul will be educated through love, respect and dedication
I’ll declare everyday a holiday for you to show my appreciation
So when Election Day comes, just who will you choose
I’m the best man for your heart, with me, you can’t lose
A deep pit, a crumbling edge,
at the bottom, a pool swarming with sauropods.
There is someone, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on the scree.
A gun heavy on my hip,
its weight drags us down,
to where saw-toothed muggers
thrash in a melee.
It's then that I transition.
I’m a visitor, two-dimensional
in a hurrying cityscape.
I've lost my car
in one of many similar concrete blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind
A door not opened yet, I suspect behind it
is a child who knows his way back.
He’s holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a revolver,
the same type I purchased
in Florida
in the event of alligator attack.
As I lay there blossoming in the sun, amongst all my friends and family oh so eternally grateful we are, for all of its shine.
its hard not to adore the cool breeze that makes the leaves whistles and bells chime.
Everything could have just, frozen in time.
But there she was walking down the way, with the river bed on her left,
with pictures of folks like mine on her dress,
we couldn’t help but be impressed.
its truly a blessing you see? If only you could find the beauty
which is in everything and anything, even if it doesn’t look like you and me.
I feel the divinity in how I can see,
nothing is always as it may seem.
As she got closer there was also a sweet sound coming ,
I realized it was her, Humming
As she got near, uppity
as her body language seemed
there was a coldness in her eyes, stillness like a bee,
about sting its threat, in the event of its own demise. To our surprise
she reached down to me, plucked me,
away from my people and that too happily
she did so, cruelly
why u may ask, well that you wont believe
she looked deep in me and asked,
does he love me?
The next words that headed out of her mouth came with despair
she said these next four words with hurt in her heart, it seems that’s enough to blind these species of care,
cuz she did hear, the cry I let out when my first petal was torn and thrown,
to the air.
“He loves me not” is what she said next and then contradicting herself foolishly she repeats the opposite of that, with a hypocritical duality
as I watch my every piece, taken away from me,
what is this torment cuz just a moment ago I was in peace with purity
Now that my time is limited
because of what this chick did
shes determined to finish it
atleast now I know my story will be told, people will know how i felt,
next time u see a spoiled brat askin questions to a flower that cant talk back please help, and tell her to ask whoever, HERSELF!!!!!
When an Amish village in Iowa once burnt down
Their brethren in Pennsylvania gathered round
They decided at once to put their own lives on hold
To their dear brothers' aid in horse-drawn wagons they rolled
You can imagine the delight on the Iowans' faces
When they heard the clop-clop of those horses' paces
Quickly they prepared a hearty meal for their guests
Then went to work together -- This was no time to rest
They rebuilt that village, house by house and barn by barn
You have my word: This story is true; it's no idle yarn
In just three short weeks, the whole job was done
So, the guests packed up their wagons and rode back home
In the event of a catastrophe like a flood or a fire
Insurance is something Amish do not require
For they live by an adage we'd be wise to remember
'I am my brother's keeper,' now and forever
"In all fairness, all votes must be counted." It is in order to guarantee the correct electoral college votes are as accurate as possible. And that each presidential candidate receives the proper number of allotted votes per state. In all fairness, even votes for Senators may need to be recounted. This general rule of thumb especially applies in the battle ground states.
Because we want the correct amount of senators and balance of power allotted. The last time I checked, it was a fifty fifty split between Democrats and Republicans. If Joe Biden does remain our next president, and Kamila Harris becomes his vice president? She will determine the final senatorial vote in the event of a tie vote.
Likewise, if by some miracle or act of God, President Donald Trump serves a second term of office? Vice President Pence would choose the deciding vote. We need to pray the correct candidates are the ones that are ultimately elected. These unalienable facts remains true, even though we personally did not vote for them ourselves. God sets up rulers and removes them from office according to His divine will and plan for mankind.
Even though Democrats lost about five seats and Republicans gained a few seats, it is apparent the Democrats will retain majority over the House. However their margin will become slightly reduced.
This I firmly believe will help provide a necessary check and balance system. Both parties are vital in the preservation of the balance of political power. However, they need a mutual meeting of the minds, whenever possible. In order to serve the American public who voted them into office in the first place.
May the best men and the best women ultimately become elected to the highest political offices in our beloved country. "God bless America land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her..." Happy Veterans Day may we never forget both your service and both your dedications to our country!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 11, 2020
Roxy Lea 1
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
In the event that I forget
what this poem is about
I refer you now to the birds
outside my window.
They are silent – it is a sound-proof window,
but I want to speak of windows more.
I should have titled this poem ‘Window’
but then the silence and the birds got my attention.
What is a poem - rhetorical unanswerable question,
yet perhaps they are a silent window,
the words being birds only the eyes
and the heart can hear. Well they could be.
Before he died in the Hospice
my father would gaze out of the same window
everyday.
On the other side of that silent window
horses grazed in a paddock – nothing special.
We both would sit facing that expanse of glass,
I wondering what to say next,
He nodding and smiling at the horses,
the green cropped grass - the occasional birds.
Not a sound did they all make
but father was listening and seeing
what only those close to the center
of silence can see.
I believe the words end here.
In the event of my losing my place
In the ensuing quietus
please look away.
Hypothetical supposition
If is such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard
beyond realities real if I had known
if for so long
I would not have uttered it out of my mouth
may even thought wrong
I don't understand the questions ifconditional clause
in the event of that despite the possibilities
what up why is that no matter whether it comes or goes
if is the biggest word ever spoken and here goes
~
If a condition stipulation, what's the question
many ifs allow and answer
I express a strong condition either in if
an order or command
unto the condition
If is in a conjunction
and or is a noun most used as conjunction
to connect two clauses
Hypo thetical super suppositions
if it's such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard beyond reality is real
if I had known it for so long I would have not
uttered it out of my mouth, so I spill
~
The one thing that I know
that it do if can will or might happen or so to be true
Messages questions wondering wonder hypothetical superposition the biggest word you ever heard is...- IF
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
7/27/23
‘Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.’-Cormac McCarthy
Why didn't they kill me...
why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...
being flat broke,
my biggest fear
The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake and wide eyed
contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose?
and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it?
will I make something of myself?
maybe i should just forfeit
my one wish is to not have to worry
and to all those I've disappointed
I gave up, and I'm sorry
A strong man is what people think of me
but deep down inside, a child i aim to be
because you see, a child, so carefree
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world
only the fun things God lets them see....
please, one day, set me free
take me away from this hurt filled life that I lead,
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me,
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see?
a broken down child, crying on both knees.
This life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family react...in the event of my demise?
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place,
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace
maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face,
but for now i walk through the valley of death
a sad, cold, and bitter place
Hoping after this valley
ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes
will lead me to the devils face
so many mistakes I can never erase
You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.
I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...