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Parliament in Canada came to a stop in October 2014 (no place is safe)
and in the end Corporal Nathan Cirillo was dead, shot in the back three times;
Nathan was on duty at the Canadian War Memorial (oh the tears),
dead because a lone wolf terrorist went on a rampage, shot 34 times dead.
Earlier in the month, Warrant Officer Vincent was run down by a lone wolf,
men who killed because they embraced radical Islam, its crazy, horrible;
on the news everyday are scenes of terrorist attacks all over the world,
now, it seems France is an ISIS target, attacks heartbreaking.
In the United States gun violence is out of control, so many deaths,
until control is achieved innocent will die (I cannot fathom the beheadings);
mass killings daily, today in France, a priest was killed in the name of ISIS.
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Isis was a major goddess of Ancient Egypt you know
She resurrected her brother and husband from down below
Osiris and she produced a son, Horus, she guarded with her life.
She was a marvelous sister, terrific mother, the ultimate wife.
Isis was requested for funerals, and helped the dead enter the afterlife.
She was conjured up in spells asking for help when others had strife.
Frequented by Nubians as well as Egyptians was her temple Philae.
Her magical powers were known by many and from countries far away.
Isis was a major influence when her popularity was at a peak.
Eventually Christianity came into vogue, the “religion of the week”.
Christianity stayed, but some think Isis had an influence on it too.
She was prominent in the ancient texts, and worshipped by quite a few.
The Essential
A dove sits on the window ledge
telling me of the lack of crumbs asks me for help
to open up the pavement cafes.
There is so much need, like in Yemen, the nice
actor has been telling us about, and Iraq it has
an enormous camp of the offspring and the wives
of what the ISIS, left behind to starve.
No country wants them; the flotsam can have hate
In their hearts, we have enough trouble as it is.
An orange falls from its tree and rots,
we are a world of plenty, and many go hungry.
My words of lament feed no one, but I will take
note of what you said and turn my back
look at a blank screen and thinks of breakfast.
Terrorism
By Franklin Price
7/16/2016
Terrorism is terrorism
No matter what it's called
To those who minimize its name
All who care should be appalled
Doesn't matter if it's ISIS
Or a lone wolf crazy man
To eliminate these perpetrators
We should be doing all we can
Should be no negotiations
When terrorists proven and defined
Hunting season should be opened
My thoughts this action have opined
Terrorists give no quarter
Taking lives is what they do
No quarter should be given
Need to stop their breathing too
Terrorists more than radical
Suicide is on their mind
We should accommodate them all
Everyone that we can find
For those who tout another way
To stop this speeding terror train
You probably think you won't get wet
If you stay out in the rain
One silent tear rolled from my eye
I wondered why, still wonder why
The Source and I graced windows to the world
Same silhouette of branch stood slumbered
I rose, stepped to face east, with
Its bright and morning star
I stood still, speechless
Then saluted what I saw
I have wished upon a star
It blinked, winked, said nothing
But beamed upon face of earth
Earth's dull crevices; some light, some dark
Some souls seemed troubled
They've shunned the ark
No trace of tear
Just as it appeared, it vanished
I, inside, felt snug.
It's only prelude to winter
Some folks scoot to sunnier shores
Isis will melt at home and abroad
Four seasons alone, ordained by God.
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Oh, mighty ISIS.
Embers fanned that once burned bright,
Merge within the twilight sky.
Now turn to dust as all things must,
As another day passes by.
Shadows lengthen their ghostly form,
Feeding off the failing light.
For one by one to be consumed,
With the coming of the night.
Your face to touch without stretched pose,
Childlike to hold its light,
For beauty doth betwixt us so,
in your robe of pearl white.
Reprised once more the shadows rise,
Again, to walk this land.
they too seem captivated,
Your soldiers to command.
Your wonder still amazes so,
As you glide among the stars.
That pale and gentle softening light,
Bringing hope and love desires.
For whom all to see yet silent,
You sail the river of the night,
Oh, ISIS of the sleeping hours,
Please guide us with your light.
© N windle 2019
Falluja
Who can forget this place?
When the American moved in, they shot
anything that moved,
families at the dinner table and women
hanging up washing.
A badly wounded enemy, “a soldier”, was hurt,
the only one alive in the room,
he cried out in pain and was promptly shot dead.
An embedded reporter saw this and wrote about it
he lost his job and was called a traitor.
Then ISIS came and nearly got till Baghdad,
the brutal dictator who ran the country and made
It into a modern state, women, didn´t have to wear a burka
and could go to university
That ended to when the Islamite took power, today
Iraq is a totally corrupt state; it has free election and democracy.
MONALISA AND LEONARDO
Superb painting priceless piece.
MISS and MASTER combines.
Mystic majestic smile
Fantastic wonderful profile.
Monalisa in feminine charm
displays also masculine spectrum.
Precise person as Leonardo to believe
on dual exhibit of Adam-Eve
portraying one personality
as Goddess of fertility,
ISIS on pictograph: LISA: : Love God AMON
Ideal unison MONALISA. Well known.
Leonardo born Handsome with high Talent
The Great Polymath Mathematician Architect
Zoologist Botanist Technologist Perfect
Sketch- expert Helicopter Designer
Passionate Poet Peerless Painter
Skillful Meteorologist, Robotics Engineer
Masculine Manly with feminine character
'Drawing Sketches': Quantum Quality
Top Personality.
Renaissance Man of Century.
01/19/17
Third Place
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Akmed and Saleem where regulars in the neighborhood
Full of smiles and Arabic charm
Now they seem to all have but gone
Seems the young ones like to preach and fight
Nothing at all seems to work out right
Well the summer was hazy, the sun so hot
Gardens blooming, butterfly’s with champagne wings
Sunflowers making their journey on high
Kissing the sun, as the baker’s bread made us sigh
Then one morning the evil returned
Akmed and Saleem would make us dread
The beheaded slaughter, the bloody thirsty lust
These terrorists would not stop, no matter the fuss
The carnage was bloody, leg and limb lie all over
This battle was lost, before the morning was over
They destroyed all that was left in their tornado’s path
No mercy or begging would make them see the math
Tears flowed from my eyes
Sunflowers sliced and murdered
Beheaded in wars’ lustful pain
Those damn ISIS ones must bow in shame
It’s autumn
The crusades’ are over
We lost this bloody war
Those fanatic squirrels surely will be back for more!
Definitely the place to devour corruption corrupt city officials so valid and vile orchestrated by a fatal attraction who slept with my spouse wearing a rubber badge from a strip club in Tampa bay shooting into my home to attack my livelihood to extort my American poetry my blessings are I arrived in spring field Illinois 1969 from Joseph medill elementary school of journalism Chicago Illinois where I sat singing civil rights hymns at Abraham Lincoln home sadly my stalker from Tampa decided to end my life over my identity obsessed with my growing up in Chicago meeting cicely Tyson this imposter tried to murder me she actually stooped to an all time low to take down corrupt city officials with her I feel sad this person that obsessed with my American poetry I’m not a scholar I’m just a write a quote from Gwendolyn Brooks I think it is sad to have stalkers obsessed with your life enough attempt to murder you god bless America god bless American writers and poets stalkers are out there preying on your work I pray I could be a living example of this horrid extortion if not living in death I pray I die for this sheer terror on American soil Ciro Gargano was obsessed with me he hired jay Townsend Johnson Henry to become me after death and cover several arson murders the reason the FBI warned me telling me my life was in danger this resulted in my wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from Ciro garganos corrupt dealers my life was threatened and this stalker plotted my death I reached out to the federal bureau of investigation Chicago but I believe my being emotionally traumatized left me alone I pray the Supreme Court justice get to the bottom of government scum hiding behind Jamaican isis drug dealers in Tampa bay you’re going to have to kill me dear I am Chicago I am America I'm unafraid of stalkers domestic terrorists comprised dat abuse of power intimidation bullying identity fraud in America God bless America