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Precious in dirty area,
when king Herod heard
about the coming of a new king.
He was so confused and wished
to see him so that he could fulfil his hidden agendas
As God was playing His part to expose
jealous and hate of King Herod.
Yahweh commanded the eastern star to direct
the investigators till where Jesus was born.
Astonishingly, he was in the dirty place,
among cows as long as there were nice
places in Bethlehem.
What could be the reason of God
to put precious in dirty area?
The investigators saw him , changed their mind
not to go back to give feedback to king Herod.
Do you know how many investigators who investigated
you and didn't report back to their bosses?
king Herod forgot it quickly,
After two years , pressure increased
and he thought to terminate all two years
old boys,
may be his so called rival could be among them.
Did Jesus come to chase out Herod ?
Yoh! an intelligent person cannot hate people
due to rumours
of some haters.
Do you see why men don't live long on earth?
Why didn't Herod think to be replaced
by a woman in the future?
God revealed the hidden evil plan of Herod
to Joseph and they became refugees in Egypt.
Yoh! Herod killed innocent boys
because of fear and jealous.
Why going deep into a hiding Zone?
Was king Herod powerful in the presence of Yahweh?
No
and
No again
There is time for every thing
Twenty eight years passed,
Herod died,
They returned.
Remember ,
He was One in Marry's womb
He was refugee from two years old
He returned and
being baptized at thirty years old
He went to be tempted
In forty days.
So
One,
Two,
Thirty ,
And
Forty
Have meaning to God.
Remember,
From a rotten lion ,
Samson found honey
In the cattle,
the Saviour was born
The plan of God is always
above human understandings.
September 30/2023
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
He didn't mind other people laughing at him,
made it that much easier to poke fun at them
Talk about how they look,
imitate how they talk
Zing the nerds carrying their school books,
tease the girls about their Lolita walk
He was the class clown,
no doubt about it ... hands down
Always had a smile on his face,
but inside, his heart wore a frown
Going home after school
was the saddest thing to do
His father's drinking
drove his mother to commit suicide
when he was only a youth
Today, he might get the crap beat out of him
just because ...
Tonight, his dad might be in a drunken stupor
from a six-can buzz
It was always easy to deal with
when he would hide in the laughter
Watch the funny shows on the telly,
gut busting his half-empty belly
He cried when he heard Jim Belushi died,
he laughed when he saw John Candy's sad eyes
In the mornings, he would run gleefully off to school
Ready to hurl funny insults at me and you,
because that's what a class clown is supposed to do
I heard he went out west when he graduated,
and met a woman who he fell in love with
She had reminded him of his mom so much,
he could always make her laugh with his rich, baritone voice
Sadly, the funny man got famous ...
at least for fifteen minutes or so
New reports claimed it was a murder suicide,
two people had died
The crime scene investigators said
his woman had stopped taking her meds
His funny ways had lifted her from the depths of depression,
she felt she didn't need those pills anymore
But hidden in her mind was a split personality;
the other her didn't like laughter, she was humor-free
Her sinister side said kill the clown,
stop those funny man sounds
Plunge the knife deep, deep down
Then ask him, while he's dying,
who's laughing now
Time for her to go and meet your mom
Class clown
Funniest person I ever knew,
finally found laughter in his heart
But died with a frown
"Sappy Daze"- the Fonz gets a job in a Vermont maple syrup factory and faints
from the fumes.
"Fiends"- The gang decides to desecrate a cemetery.
"The Tyro Banks Show"- newly formed banks struggle against the established
giants in this hilarious spoof of "Night Of the Living Deed"
ESPN-"Halls of Flame"-Firefighters struggle to contain a blaze at the
Cooperstown Museum of Baseball.
"Dog, the Bounty Hunter"- An ugly man with unruly hair and a tubby wife trains his
Yorkie to locate paper towels.
"Malcom Took a Piddle"- Malcom wets his bed.
"Forensic Smiles"- Crime investigators investigate 6 corpses found with lurid
grins.
"Hannity and combs"- 30 boring minutes of Hannity styling his hair.
"Crops" (Unreality)- In Atlanta, farmers deal with renegade bol weasels.
"Larry King Dead"- the audience is spared another pompous tirade.
"That 70's Snow"- traces the birth of the cocaine market.
"Daily Mess"(Religious Outrage)- A tour of tom's house...pray for him!!
"The KIng of Queen"-A NY man becomes a transexual.
"KIng of the Bill"- Tom stacks 9 months of bills in a corner and ignores them.
"Star Dreck"-Boring, frightful look at William Shatner's singing career.
"Sanford and Stun"- Fred zaps Grady with a tazer.
"Ompha Windfree"- Oprah plays the tuba with the help of bellows.
"Rogaine's Heros"- The hairless POWs order deli specials.
"The Stopping Network"- The only network devoted purely to the sale of pilfered
stop signs.
"MSNBC Instigates"-the network prods a confrontation between Paris Hilton and
Nicole Richie, over who can claim the lowest IQ.
"Twilight Bone"-Forensic scientist Quit-zee is forced to work overtime at night.
"Married With Stillborns"- Al is delighted to be child-free, thus keeping all of his
$6.
hope ya got 1 smile...
Crime scene investigators were searching in every corner
Looking for that last piece of evidence to convict
All that was found in the dark room with no furniture
Was a lightless halo, few feathers, and blood as though pricked
“Situation not too good” said the chief investigator
I cannot explain where this all came from as we need
Whose blood is this on the cold linoleum floor?
If it is the blood of the holy one why does he bleed?
The bounty hunter now with a new assignment
To find the one who killed the creator
Situation has arisen from the west he felt through his senses
That the killer is still lurking better know as the new maker
The lonely hunter trailing the wanted again feels this curse
From the south it came as though trailed on a hearse
Except this time the hunter was being hunted from the abyss
As a horn rose up high as fire erupted slitting his wrist
The new creator stood above the hunters decaying body
Life now ejected from his eyes blackened out with light
Before the hunter could lock eyes on the murderer so holy
A voice struck from the darkened room where he lay lonely
The voice was that of himself as he saw a reflection in the mirror
“Who is the killer of the creator and soon to be me” he stated
As the mirror opened up revealing the new maker he startled
Their eyes met and he saw the lightless halo, few feathers and his blood
His blood dripping from the hands of the wingless angel of the dark
The hunters’ eyes closed ever so slowly in pure disbelief of what he saw
The murderer of the creator of life was his right hand man who beckoned as his
call
The murderer sought revenge on his creator…..the murderer was Lucifer
Form:
Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party? It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!
There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow, to come up with a ruse:
the victim is distracted, zombie-like:
“we need to manufacture an excuse!”
I’m talking not of Arizona, Shaw
or Utah, but a stealth attack on Spain
so slily undertaken years before:
I’m talking of the sinking of the Maine.
In February eighteen ninety-eight,
Americans (the new kids on the block)
were throwing round a bit of Yankee weight,
and bombed a warship in Havana Dock.
What’s wrong with that? Why, nothing – if you think
that killing folks to start a war is fine.
The vessel that the hawks picked out to sink
was US Navy, stricken by “a mine”.
The yellow press of Pulitzer and Hearst
demanded Cuba and the Philippines,
defied Don Juan to do his wimpish worst:
he’d blown our mighty Maine to smithereens.
A special corner is reserved in Hell
for those who hate the truth, and help it vanish:
for Pulitzer and Hearst knew very well
the culprits were American, not Spanish.
The “mine” account (excuse me) was exploded:
investigators sent out from Madrid
found nothing to support it. Dice were loaded.
The Yankees yearned to start a fight – and did.
The Sampson Board (American, of course)
with comic opera characters in place
(Commander Converse!) said the use of force
was fully recommended in this case.
Why can’t we be content with what we’ve got?
Why pilfer from the other person’s plate?
Two hundred US sailors died – for what?
So Uncle Sam could steal some real estate.
...I was working construction jobs,
there was a big job for the trains,
to replace an old viaduct
that shook in the wind and the rain.
The government gave money and
put strings on it, that’s what they do,
wanted to ensure diversity
in the engineers and the crew.
They especially wanted women,
to boost their numbers up in STEM,
problem was when we went looking
we had much trouble finding them.
The best ones were hired already,
and not many women remained,
but they scraped together a team,
only one had worked on a train.
for two years there was much planning.
I heard rumblings from above,
consultants said things were amiss,
the design was not strong enough.
Even rumors design reviews
were ignored to not seem sexist,
but most figured it sour grapes,
there’s no way the state would do this.
We built the bridge that they designed,
laid tracks so the trains could fly by,
there was a ceremony when
it opened with a great train ride.
And for four months things seemed allright,
trains went by without a mistake,
until a strut snapped in high wind,
causing a central truss to break
just as a commuter train came,
it fell to the valley below,
investigators went out there,
the reason they wanted to know.
They found bolts that were much too short,
and metal that was much too thin,
foundations not set deep enough
to resist much in gusting wing.
And then began the whole scandal,
when leaks from the state did reveal
reviews rushed through, oversight lax,
they knew there were flaws in the steel.
But politics are politics
when it comes to choosing who works,
sure, ninety-seven people died,
but at least their deaths were diverse.
At approximately 2:45 pm on the afternoon of November lst, police were called to
the address of one Dairy Lane, where they found the broken remains of a Mr.
Humpty Dumpty who had fallen off a retaining wall in front of his residence.
Apparently, Mr. Dumpty had accidentally slipped off the brick wall while waiting for
a bus. When police arrived, they found the unfortunate soul split into three large
pieces. A large portion of the yolk had already seeped into a nearby drain sewer.
Crime Scene Investigators were immediately called to the scene, and bagged
the three large pieces of shell, plus some fragments in large plastic bags to be
later examined at the laboratory. There was also a distinct odor of cooking sherry
which gave rise to the notion that Mr. Dumpty may have been intoxicated before
falling of the wall. At this point, no fowl play was suspected.
An attempt to notify Mr. Dumpty's next of kin was unsuccessful when it was
discovered that his estranged wife had been used up in an omelet just that
morning, and that his son had met his demise the previous day in a cake mix.
His daughter had lost her life the night before being splattered against a local
school window as the result of a Halloween prank.
Mr. Dumpty leaves behind an uncle and aunt somewhere in a carton at a local
grocery store. Mr. Dumpty is survived by a great uncle whose fate is still yet to be
determined, as he lies in an egg grading station in Erie, Pennsylvania.
Funeral services for Mr. Dumpy are forthcoming. Meanwhile, CSI's have returned
to the scene of the crime to look for further clues to determine how Mr. Dumpty
died.
He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that point the dad was contemplating in hard times?
That was all about their child’s successfulness to arrive in a failing world,
Perhaps, the couples never stationed their class on dignation and confidence,
Because all over their positions were seen panic and indigence,
From the prime time of their worthiness,
The family had their story written on board of joy and gratefulness,
Effort opened door for the child to be learned,
The child was impelled to stay victorious bit by bit when knew she was grabbing a career she always altered,
Like a joke said by a drunkard, it was just a meep rimmed,
Panting untimely was due to dribbles from blowing wind,
New season arrived when the family got asserted to be placed on broken home,
Everyone had no choice than to feel alone,
Except the child who chose to climb the ladder before she broke her heart bone,
The ladder was “drug addiction life”,
It was “immoral life”’
Then what else?
“Desertion”, that was the significance of the ladder,
On a wrong path the child walked, joined a queue that laid a faulty hand making her a blunderer,
Who advocated a topic of caring for her?
Nobody searched for her whereabouts,
Since both parents were remarried, she was left in a drought,
It`s very sad, because her life turned into a bout,
After sojourning in vagrancy,
She was shot on the field of robbery,
And now her body is still in the morgue,
Whilst investigators inquire about what went wrong.
But who deserves the blame?
$6.6 billion
as if
mr. obama’s assassination of
the unarmed &
defenseless,
bin laden,
wasn’t enough of a thorn in ex-president w’s side,
auditing investigators have released information
detailing the
MISSING
$6.6
BILLION
DOLLARS
that the geniuses at our
pentagon
sent as a part of a $12 billion in total,
cash airlift,
to
“post-war iraq” in
2004---
this supposedly misplaced money
was iraq’s---
taken from iraqi asset’s & the sale of oil during the
war that also had
“ended”
at this point in time---
this debt was to be paid back with
money
drawn directly from our pockets,
if you are an american
tax payer.
as if you yourself cannot think of thousands of ways
which this
“largest theft of funds in national history”
could have been used to help our
desperate & suffering
domestic
population,
who continues to be hurt by cuts to services which are
needed
to better our lives,
( but instead are drained from us, used only to fund
military actions all over the world as we,
the declining policeman,
attempts to keep control of what is so very
obviously slipping out of our
grasp by
beating every last resisting entity over the head with our
baton)---
consider that with this money that was lost,
“is the equivalent of the amount needed to run the
Los Angeles Unified School District or the Chicago
Public Schools for a year”---
yes,
think of all the teachers being laid off in our country
because of our inability to put the
education of our
children
first---
& while you’re at it,
think of being the richest country in the world,
still---
without universal health care.
mad?