Long Investigations Poems
Long Investigations Poems. Below are the most popular long Investigations by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Investigations poems by poem length and keyword.
Welcome me back
If I say my desires you will not trust me,
If I speak to you in a low tone voice,you will dwell on my past
If I look for the future, you will rewrite my wrong doings for all to hear
However you do not just accuse me,but build a castle of my failed marriage along your earthly life
Yes: love will meet you one day but remember your past,to enjoy your future
I will not prophesy doom, for am just an ordinary man
But; if the grass is greener on the other, side it’s by God’s grace alone
Love is just between two people and divorce is not permitted in any way
Today we see deaths in the society and wish for God’s intervention
However as a man; how many women have I showed how to offer lustful fruits freely to those desiring the stolen waters ?
To you as a woman: how many men have you lead to break a bond that should remain tight in a holy matrimony?
Many will congratulate me, but the earthly desires leads us to fall and then, turn to science for explanations and investigations
Let me remain mindful of others,but let me condemn our current living style...
We save for the future,but make merry with those who with the purchasing ability
Then we discuss how someone,who is not even invited or involved in the meeting becomes a subject,due to a certain failure s/he is going through
But why do we discuss those we can’t help or when we help them a little we create online platforms to show how hypocritical our hearts are
On this I point no figure but say; it’s time we all did a soul searching and repent of our sins
But someone out there will say what right do I got to write:but remember, mine is a gift and a calling;
Yours is a gift to: read and understand my message,then live the a part and please God
I will not go further, but let’s remember God has called us all to serve ourselves with love for He Himself is LOVE
#chui munga the poet
10th may 2022
[email protected]
Love is no economics
To find the demand for emotions
and supply of attitude
there are no theories with many assumptions.
Love is neither commerce
With ledgers to tally
Trail balances to make
And results to publish.
Love is no mathematics either
With equations to solve
Add, subtract and multiply emotions
and write answers as abstract.
Love is no philosophy
To do rational investigations of the truths
Based on principle, knowledge, or conduct
And critically evaluate
Love is a feeling undefined
Love is in action neither practiced nor performed.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud
While academics often find
what we are looking for,
a positive correlation between intelligence
and wisdom,
Special occasional confusion
about revolutionary absence of Left with Right correlation
frightens me
Even, and unevenly,
while I am manifesting my best for love
and trust
in humanity's destiny--
Disciplined trials
experiments
proactive investigations
or chaotically dissonant OtherUnwise.
While deductive rational intelligence
develops interdependent quantities
and qualities
And apparently independent bits
of detached paradigmatic information,
Wisdom adds a co-arising ladder
of internal health knowledge
seeking external wealth intelligence
promoting conscious vocational formation
and reformation
and transformation
and unformation
and preformation,
Healthy ego analogy as wealthy ecohabitat political power,
economic energy ecology,
dynamic grace theology,
blending (creolizing, transubstantiating)
Nature with polyphonic singing ringing vibrant internal Spirit,
Humane with Divine golden rules and ratios and elixirs,
Secular with harmonic Sacred,
Health with Wealth of polypathic wisdom
Bilaterally co-gravitating information
internally absorbing
co-arising external exflowing co-present consciousness
Bicamerally valuing past loves and hates
predicating future healthy wisdom passions
more than pathological
nihilistic
foolish LeftBrain over-expansions
of Yang with Yin co-manifestations
of multicultural destinations.
The Directorate of Criminal Investigations can attest
That none raised a claim against him, even in jest,
And reports on his environmental conduct all agree
That he never injured a sprouting tree,
And that all he did was to the favor of Mother Nature.
Apart from a short peace-keeping mission overseas,
He worked for a charitable foundation that preaches peace,
He never skipped a day of work and never got fired.
Tax evasion was to him an unpatriotic sin,
And he paid all his levies with a mirthful grin.
All his Sacco reports faithfully indicate
That he remitted his contributions and didn’t wait
To be reminded by the office like the rest.
The media sorority remains convinced in every way
That he bought the three mainstream papers every day.
Policies registered in his name doubtless show
That he was fully insured from head to toe.
The departments of health well understand
That he was cognizant of the benefits of the National Health Insurance Fund.
He had the things necessary to a man of his day:
A radio, a piano, a car, and a house fit for his modest stay.
Researchers into Public Opinion are satisfied
That he had the right opinions for the day and year;
If things were alright, he agreed: if things were foul, he defied.
He married a pious girl and added five souls to the population,
Which experts say was the perfect number for a father of his generation.
His teachers are grateful he was never a nuisance to their work.
Whether he was happy or free is a question rather absurd,
But had anything been wrong we should have no doubt heard!
Voting in November
By Franklin Price
6/16/2016
Voting in November
Is a very scary thing
Especially for the president
What will either of them bring?
He is quite outspoken
To the point of stupidness
Due to investigations
Her position is a mess
To have belief in either
And what they have to say
Could have us regretting voting
And maybe even rue the day
Both have followed process
As they've risen to the top
The parties are quite ignorant
Is there a way to make this stop?
The House and Senate much to blame
Parties would not cross the aisle
Bound by their establishments
Their actions just a pile
For years have gotten nothing done
Standing in the way the choice
Incumbents choosing nothing
And the public has no voice
This is how we've gotten here
Could be headed for the dump
By voting for the Hillary
Or the far outspoken Trump
Make a choice and hope the best
But don't refuse to poll
Then you have no say at all
Which is the politician's goal
THE MANY SPEAKSIES JAZZ SESSIONS BLACK PANTHER DAYCARE BREAKFAST PROGRAM CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS WITH MY FATHER GROWING UP IN CHICAGO I WAS BORN IN THE MIDDLE OF THEE COLDEST BLIZZARD IN CHICAGO ON SAM COOK'S BIRTHDAY THE BEGINING OF THE YEAR OF 1963 MY DAD DOTED ON ME SINGING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ALL OF MY LIFE AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM EUROPE FACE TO FACE WITH BEING EMOTINALLY TRAUMATIZED TO WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS MY DAD WAS VERY CONERNED ABOUT ME AND MY FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN I MOVED IN BACK HOME TO THE GARDENS WITH HIM 1989 AFTER MY NONA DIED OF A STRANGE BRAIN CANCER MANY OTHERS WERE DYING AS WELL EVEN INFANTS BORN WITH BRAIN TUMORS LUNG PROBLEMS I REMEMBER AS A CHILD I WAS VERY SICK EVERYTIME I WENT TO THE GARDENS SOMETHING ABOUT REACHING 131ST I WOULD VOMIT ALWAYS SO SENSITIVE TO TOXIC FUMES NO ONE COULD PREDICT WHAT WOULD BECOME OF THE PEOPLE OF ALTGELD GARDENS IT WAS THERE SINCE 1945 AFTER POP RETURNED FROM WW11 I SUPPOSE ALTGELD GARDEN WAS BUILT UNFORTUNATELY THE GARDENS WAS A DUMPING GROUND OF TOXIC CARCENGENIC CAUSING CANCERS MY DAD WAS SO DISTRAUGHT HOW MY NONA COULD LIVE BEING BLIND ALL THESE YEARS AND OUT OF NO WHERE BRAIN CANCER WE ALL WERE IT WAS 1988 HER PASSING WAS DEVESTATING 1126 E 131 STREET NOW MY CHILDREN AND I WERE BACK 1989 IN THE GARDENS MANY REPORTERS TO LAW GROUPS HEALTH DEPARTMENT IT WAS THERE WE ALL SIGNED THE PETITIONS TO REMOVE THE ABESTOS TOXINS FROM ALTGELD GARDENS RESIDENT ISSUES MY DAD AND I WERE BLESSED TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO SIT AND TALK WITH BARACK OBAMA COMMUNITY LEADERS SIDE BY SIDE FIGHTING FOR ENVIROMENTAL CHANGES AIR QUALITY IN LOW INCOME COMMUNITIES THESE ISSUES WERE VERY IMPORTANT ISSUES TO MY FATHER AND TO MYSELF PENNILESS LAWSUITS WERE FILED SETTLEMTENTS AS WELL THE LOSS OF LIFE THE BROKEN DOWN QUALITY OF LIFE JUST BY LIVING AND BREATHING AIR IN THE DONUT DISTRICT TODAY I HAVE PULMONARY ASTHMA REMEMBERING MY FATHER FIGHTING FOR ENVORMENTAL JUSTUCE IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY NONA LIKE AN INFANT DEVELOPING BRAIN TUMORS WHILE BEING A LONG TIME RESIDENT OF ALTGELD GARDENS
When facts loosen tight grip, truth its bond,
A peanut when struts like an almond,
Rigour loses its rage,
Precision its sharp edge,
Coal then clamours to be a diamond.
So, lose none your courage,
Persist, if on a ledge,
Precious stone comes one in a thousand.
_____________________________________________________
Scams, scandals, cons and corruption while flow unending like perennial river, investigations when go on pretending to profess legal and judicial processes, truth gets lost in thousands of sheets of affidavits, witness statements, evidences, and erudite long-winding judgments, truth never sees the light of the day. What is wrong is clear like daylight, but who wants action? Activities are what we are fond of. ____________________________________________________
Happenings | 05.03.15 |
She arrived driving a black cougar red
interior a dark pony tail she was the only female
agent so she would always install the wires on
my unborn child she was working under FBI
Leroy Heimbach he would become supervisor
for the Milwaukee FBI they were both out of the
federal bureau of investigation Chicago investigations
into corrupt officers selling drugs led to the arrest
of Catrina Bell Mckissick my stalker attacked me in
broad daylight with four gang members two men held
both my hands while catrina bell brutally punched
kicked scratched pulled my hair my only escape was
being a dancer I leaned into the men holding my arms
and used my legs to break free both men released me
I fell to the ground face to face with detective my attackers
uncle Richard Mckissick he warns me i better not go to court
or else because Catrina Bell was his niece she already brutally
beat four other women including a rite aid clerk and a car bombing
I went to court my life has been threatened every since
it was special agent Paula Brand convicted the corruption
operation all the dealers including Catrina Bell was convicted
six years what a blessing she became a queen pin gangster
disciple gang leader behind bars controlling recruiting female gang
members the Wisconsin women prison actually intimidating
inmates to give false statements against FBI informants
witnesses victims and their children in order to convict innocent
prey and grant early release for severe repeat habitual violent
offenders in Wisconsin to allow terrorist back on the streets
special agent Paula Brand warned me never ever return to this
deep dark organized crime corruption operation a vicious stealth
a tangible intimidating wrath craving my blood craving my death
I am America
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
health journal for gain while you double up on your
survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
in many languages last stop poetry central station
keep writing dear we will get through this
We have the left; we have the right.
In the political arena they both fight.
Always claiming to be on our side,
With ferocious rhetoric, opponents they deride.
Vote for us, to be saved from a vicious clan’s
Reckless and dangerous life ending plan.
So now it’s up to you and I
To decide, who is right and who tells lies.
Now I don’t know what works for you.
I judge not what they say; rather what they do.
For talk is cheap and taxes ain’t.
I’m in support of fiscal restraint.
Now this is a fact for all posterity;
A nation can’t spend itself into prosperity.
Both sides know that this is true.
But look at what the charlatans do.
They simply make a language adjustment;
Government spending renamed as investment.
So now it’s up to you and I
To decide, who is right and who tells lies.
The finger of accusation is pointed;
As our nation becomes disjointed.
Now both sides in self-righteousness claim;
The other side is the one to blame.
I’m not sure how you deduce,
But I look at the fruit they produce.
Who supports phony investigations;
The sole evidence of their own making.
Who supports keeping people in places;
Dividing them up into different races.
Who believes they can legislate prosperity;
Ignoring all of human history.
Who believes it a proper choice;
To slay the unborn who have no voice.
So now it’s up to you and I
To decide, who is right and who tells lies.
Media acts in a partisan manner,
Thus, I ignore their constant clamor.
People throwing bombs and firing weapons;
The very definition of insurrection.
When people gather to show disgust.
That is what is defined as a protest.
There are few neutral voices.
Everyone is always spinning choices.
So now it’s up to you and I
To decide, who is right and who tells lies.