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I was murdered by car bomb ignited my face Peter Gargano and my imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry embezzled my traumatic brain injury claim this freak of nature hacked into my accounts using fake IDENTITY she nearly destroyed my life while I was recovering received traumatic brain injury procedure she used my identity miles away threatening my life 49 thousand 47 thousand 48 thousand basically supporting an aging Ciro Gargano until Peter died of horrible blood bone cancer this left jay Townsend Johnson Henry obsessed with my identity several hitmen assassination attempts on my life I am blessed the attorney general offices exposed her identity fraud upon my life simply because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi due to terror of an arson murder of 9 threats to frame me for 9 lives that perished in those fires I can’t fear your brutal corruption IDENTITY 9 lives torched sadly Peter tried to pay off corruption with my traumatic brain injury claim he ran out of time and died stop bullying stop Identity fraud stop burning people alive blue moon comes to mind 57B 55B 37B 34B B nice stop bullying stop intimidation bullying terrorist threats B nice stop burning people alive this way you don’t have to payoff corruption to threaten humanity
When true love comes unexpected
Knocking gently on the door
And I open, then you enter
I stand spellbound on the floor
There is light that blinks and flickers
While the shadows dance around
Every heartbeat rhythmic music
Every breath heavenly sound.
Should I move or break the silence
Take your hands, look in your eyes?
I dare not disturb the moment
Where profound enchantment lies.
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Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest: Name Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014
Placed: 3rd
Contest: Men Only (April 2014)
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th
[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
A big welcome to you all who’ve travelled from afar
By plane by boat and motor car
For a reunion here in Hodson bay
It will be I’m sure a memorable day.
From across the sea some have come today
These are your hometowns and I will say
Tamworth, Evesham, Birmingham city
Burnley and Colne a town so pretty.
Cardiff and Sutton, London too
All gathered here for this reunion do
Closer to home Dublin Galway and Clare
Roscommon and Meath great places I swear.
Marriage brought other names into the clan
Meaney, Johnson, Gill, Cunningham, and Mann
Other names too and united we be
All members of the Finucane family.
Let’s go back to where it began
Where are the roots of the Finucane clan ?
It started with Edmund and Mary too
Their children had children that’s me and you.
In Effernan, County Clare the seed was sown
Like a thriving bush we’ve grown and grown
But where did they go to that I can tell
Ireland England Australia as well.
But wherever they went they kept in touch
With Ireland their homeland that they loved so much
The legacy they left us is like a gold mine
We’re all descendants of the Finucane line.
Edmund and Mary, they’d be so proud
Looking down on us here a large happy crowd
Fide Et Fortitude is the motto on our crest
That sums us all up because we are the best.
We’ve sometimes met briefly to say goodbye
To our loved ones we lost and to have a cry
But today is different, there won’t be tears
Just lots of laughter and maybe a few beers.
To see you all here is a wonderful sight
And we’ll do it again if the price is right
Somewhere hot or even back here
Or maybe Dromoland if it isn't too dear.
I thank each and every one of you
For making the journey to come to this do
Sadly, not everyone could be here today
But they’re here in spirit I can honestly say.
Written on 29th July 2017.
A Forever Wish
Together, with LOVE “ L E N O R E
ALWAYS ENTWINING
Hello, POETESSES and POETS I am Honored to Know YOU
I beat in the Light of a new LOVE: The LOVE of POETS on POETRYSOUP
Throbbing in a Serenity ; a Tranquility ; that LENORE’S Heart and I Once Knew
I am merely Floating in a sea of ecstasy with this wonderful POETIC Group
I pulsate to the tintinnabulations of this EverlastingDay Two Hearts beat as ONE
As the percussion section of a symphony orchestra reaching its crescendo : I pound
My host , in his excited demeanor is as soothing as a lullabye to a new born son
I startled , with the knock at the door “ It’s time Mr. Johnson to MARRY LENORE
The Captain in Dress Whites, the Wedding March plays, the Father of the BRIDE :
Mister Robert Joseph Adams ; walking down the aisle to Give My LIFE to me
I slowly Entwine with a Heart that beats as I; I leap at the LOVE I see in HER Eyes
Emerald GREEN Eyes sparkle through the transparent shade of a Pure White Vail
“Do YOU , Harry Daniel Johnson take LENORE ELLEN ADAMS as yours“Forever “
To become one in the Sight of GOD in Mind, Soul , HEART for the eons of Eternity
Beyond the earth YOU were brought forth from beyond the Heaven“ The Glory of GOD
The sound of my host saying “I D O” reverberates in my walls and Echoes in LENORE’S
ALWAYS , ETERNALLY, FOREVERMORE
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the Pearly Gates 12 years ago today.
Rest in Peace, Mom, I wish I could've stopped you from passing away.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
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Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this place.
There lies O'Riely, without a face.
Coopers' leg still on the hill.
He feels the pain in that leg; still.
The Bravest one of all.
Sargeant Farhnom, Five foot tall.
Carrying wounded to a safety trench.
Back and forth, through a deadly stench.
Dedicated to Sargeant Stephen Farhnom and VietNam Vets.
Inspired By Amy Green's Contest "Choose One, Have Fun" Subject - The Vietnam War
Apple Tree
I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden. But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind. I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.
And remember, I have the knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything. I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away. I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.
I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.
It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice. Wow! I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
08262015 Curtis Johnson; Contest, Trashed #4, Sponsor, Broken Wings
SWAN SONG OF AN OLD-GUARD TRUE-BLUE TORY
I am one of the last of a dying breed,
I’m an antique true-blue Tory.
I grew up on Super-Mac
And ‘the Land of Hope and Glory.’
In Rab Butler I once found
A man both mild and sane.
Ted Heath I took with a pinch of salt.
Maggie Thatcher caused me pain.
Her politics were tough and right,
But I found her style too brash.
She was less concerned with social need
Than she was with sordid cash.
John Major held his horses.
He was middle-of-the-road.
Perhaps he was a shade too nice
To fit the worldly mode.
When Cameron came, the rot set in.
I mean that referendum.
Why dabble with these dubious things?
There's no reason to defend ‘em.
Theresa May did what she could
To sort out the Brexit shambles
But failed at last to free the land
From the consequence of gambles.
Boris Johnson ends the list
Of Tories hale and hearty,
And, to boot, as I do fear,
What’s left of the Old Tory Party.
To Liz or Richi falls the task
To clear up after Boris.
w=Were not the better place
if he had kept to Horace.
Is the land I loved so well
Now the land of grope and gory?
Woe is me if I must close
With heavy heart this story.
Things haven't been going well since Mom died one year ago today.
A big part of me died with her when she passed away.
For the last 365 days, I've been going through Hell.
Everybody who knows me, knows that things aren't going well.
One day before Mom's death, there were two things that I decided to give her.
A stuffed Easter bunny and a card and they were buried with her.
Life hasn't been easy because I've been to Hell and back.
I would've rather suffered a severe heart attack.
I've experienced a year's worth of misery and tears.
Life has been pretty bad since March of last year.
I hope that I never have to experience this kind of pain again.
I'll never forget Mom even if I live to be a hundred and ten.
(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who died one year ago today at the age of sixty-four.)