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One of the primary goals of the counter culture is to cancel out by eliminating and replacing the current culture. There will be no room allowed for Christians and/or conservative voices in America. Already it is being tagged as hate speech! Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and Instagram are canceling out conservative and/or Christian voices. Simply by terminating their accounts!
Some of those targeted voices/viewpoints have not yet been deleted by the progressive liberals of the Social Media platform. They have one basic agenda,
simply eliminating any points of view which disagree with their Chinese Communistic objectives! There are conservative social media outlets where
where conservative voices are not silenced!
They have targeted and used smear campaigns upon popular and well known opponents! Some of the them have even had serious death threats placed upon them and their families and their loved ones! Thereby operating just like organized criminal families and drug cartels! The vast majority of the media is very sympathetic to precipitating fake news! They are not only openly hostile towards the Republican Party but they are very supportive of the radical left wing of the Democratic Party!
Thus, the radical left progressive wing of the Democrats, is not only anti-American in their view points; they are also anti-Israel, and openly side
with Israel's enemies! Lets face it Israel's enemies are also enemies of the
freedom loving nations of the world! Israel's enemies are bent upon world wide global dominance and global destruction!
During the mid-term elections is 2022 and the presidential elections in 2024,
hackers from enemy nations! Will try once again to influence our electoral process! Please vote and vote responsibility by voting against our national domestic and foreign enemies! Vote independently!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 06, 2021
I am going to put it this way; I am so utterly in love with you.
In such a short time, I've fallen head over heals for you,
and it really shows. Friends and family take one look at me
and see that this incredible guy has made me happy... more happy
then I have ever been in years.
Honestly, if we had never met, I'd still be Miss. Anti-Social and
shutting everyone out of my life. By giving me a chance and showing me
how much you truely care for me, has helped me learn to open up not only to
my family, but more importantly, myself.
I'm sure you've heard it all before, "I've never felt so amazing before, your the best!" but I
call bull-crap on those people. You've been screwed one too many times over, and I'm
not like that. Because I was so anti-social, no one wanted to try talking to me,
because I'd "close the door" on them, therefore, they'd give up on me.
I'm compelling myself from tearing up while writing all this down, which is why I'm
having you read this rather than me reading it to you.
Dear, if you were lying on your death bed, I'd be there with you every step of the way.
Through all the pain and suffering, no matter what, I'm by your side when you need me.
Even if you told me to go away in your meanest voice, I'd refuse and grab your hand and
stay, because I know I'd want you to do the same for me.
I adore everything about you. There is no way in hell I could get sick of you, you make me
feel whole.
You are so amazing and I don't give a damn if you don't agree, because you mean
absolutely everything to me. I'm scared for you to see me in worst conditions, but if it means
being around you and feeling safe and like nothing else matters, then I'd go through with it.
I won't ever give up on you if you don't give up on me.
I could go on forever writing about how much you mean to me and how much I truely love
you, but I'll continue some other time.
Lets face it... I love you!
Those who write are a special band,
a close knit community, who most times stick together
However, though we are banded by either,
a special gift, or chosen profession
we kind of all ride the stormy weather,
Reading works from Shakespeare, Keats, Poe, Hemingway
Koontz, King, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
just to name a few,
I wonder just how closely we really are linked,
Lets face it, being a writer, we must have
quite an imagination.
Being a Poet, I have often wondered just how close,
my imagination could be construe as to being
temporary insanity, as I write to my congregation
And I also wonder, how or if anyone who reads,
my war poems, realizes that the imagery I write
is as though I am there and the image is new,
We all have written, at one time or another
about the highs and lows in our lives,
and have been consoled by others,
Some by friends, some by casual readers,yet
some have not shown consolation, but instead
scorns, Some even from their Mothers,
Yet, I am sure there are some such as Hemingway who,
have had issues, buried very deep, so deep
that the only way out was clear,
Perhaps all writers, Perhaps those who specifically write,
about darkness and despair, through most of their works
do so out of need,
Poets, In this writers opinion, are much deeper than the
average writer, for their writings, more so than not come quickly indeed,
Though I am not Sigmund Freud, That kind of quickness of thought,
Should be examined not necessarily consoled, to aid to heal
the darkness and despair, once and for all..........
I am not sure what type of write this is ,but it does have a rhyme scheme
aabccb- aabccb -
Form:
Before i wrote i knocked on wood.' Maybe an omen? Take
Note we should? Or maybe thousands of pieces of paper'
How many to boil a kettle? Will we find out later? Meanwhile in Spain, were results its plain.' I wager Its due to the move.? Or
The switch? to the 'eco fast lane?' Perhaps a varience in supply.? Maybe the ammunition factory needed more umph.? Is that why a Nation stumbled yesterday like cro-magnons
Around!! Planes were grounded trains stayed in towns.'
With such a network.? That we are being told is going to be stable; sound'
'Save the planet?' Why did such strange scenes unfold.?? Is
This a Nation fit to go to war ? It seems one hiccup and its
On the floor.' I imagine Canada.? Where its can get really
Cold ' was their recent history of sucess?' Built on windmills of old?? Lets face it then (power was intermittant) and donkey power was at its zenith.' Hey but
Lets get in it.!! Imagine the deaths?? Limited medical ops
No heart surgery..no light no power no slots.?? Maybe some men.?? On bikes fed through wires.' Will be needed
To give a dynsmo power.? Or have i got that wrong should
It be 'crews of women?' As we get deep into green.!! Well
Maybe fitness we will be instilling? Yet we'd still have to
Build (those dynamo's) I can see all the calculations.!! Will
That be carried out on fingers and toes.' Will the idealogical
Honymoon soon be over.' When we realise the aim is to kill
To increase the clover.!! To 'save the earth' apparantly billions must die!! And dear reader that means 'you and I'
Meanwhile well fight wars (against some foe?) Probably
One speaking very gutterally.?? I guess we'll never know???
I'm not afraid of jail
I'm not afriad of Hell
Im comfortable at home
As well in a cell
Disregard for every rule
Nickname me cruel
A.K.A. crazy
My rage never gets lazy
Is it obvious I'm so immersed in hatred
I have some sympathy inside me but nowhere permanent to place it
Lets face it
Im a rolling stone
Bad like Michael Jackson(R.I.P.)
Bad to the bone
I think the devil fears me
I know He hears me
Eyes dry like the desert
So I don't get teary
That's probably why ghosts won't come near me
I chase down them zombies
They trudge away in fear but won't get away from me
I'm that evil
Yea that evil
Words cut like a knife
Yes sir my poems cleave you
Law enforcement doesn't deserve respect
Authority assassin
Watch closely as I grasp the FBI by the neck
People get so curious
As to why I'm so furious
Then they start to question about my rage's secret weapen
R.A.G.E. stands for Richard Always Get Even
This is way beyond realization
Beyond believin
I was bred this way
Anger entered my home with intentions to forever stay
It's ok
Because as far as I can remember glee and joy was scarce
A rarity
I used the rest of my happiness so I donated it to charity
As for dyin I'll be content to meet my maker
No love for any being
Girls call me heartbreaker
Guys call me headbreaker
Make them all pay for leaving me
How could this be
Which is worst: Being stranded
Or being abandoned
Maybe I'm just both
In-between
Pure mean
Go to either heaven or hell and do a one-man raid
I'm not afraid
Because I'm a thug, outlaw, infamous
I met a Mr. Dreamy handsome guy on a dating site,
and talking and texting him was a delight !
After a few weeks we decided it was time to meet,
and without hesitated I said yes in a heartbeat !
I wanted to look sexy for him on our first date,
so weight loss- I planned to accelerate !
To help in the illusion I purchased a body shaper
it was black and stiff and fit my body like wrapping paper !
But, lets face it the shaper "thing" was really a girdle,
and for sure I would not be jumping even a small hurdle !
So, the day arrived and I put on my pretty new dress,
and the "thing" and I did look two sizes smaller was my guess !
He seemed quite dazzled by my beauty ... and shape,
but I am thinking- from this "thing" is there any escape !
We went for a walk first and I was having trouble walking,
with each breath taken- the shaper "thing" was blocking !
So, we get to a fancy Italian restaurant and sit down,
but I excuse myself right away and start looking around; !
In the washroom I remove the "thing" that was me,
oh, will he mind- I am two sizes bigger when set free !
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Couplet/The Body Shaper ''Thing''
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-904-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, An Interesting Couplet
sponsor, Funom Makama, Judged 08/05/2021
Fifth Place
Family, family, why on earth do we have one
They make you feel wanted but also quite put upon,
We wouldn't be here, if they'd not been there,
But if they weren't there, with whom would you share?
We love most of them dearly, but would you not say
They drive you all mad in an annoying Mad way,
They bicker or banter all day at each other,
And then put all the blame on their sister or brother.
Now don't get me wrong, I love them, I do!
But, it's a bit like wearing, an uncomfortable old shoe,
And like that old shoe, that is crinkled and worn,
You have to replace it, and another one's born.
The new family member, is loved and adored,
Quite rightly, they should be, I am in full accord,
But they morph into teenagers, sullen and grim,
And blame you; for all of the problems, they're in.
When puberty's done, and the hormones are calmer,
And you think you'd quite like, a holiday in Palma,
They then become adults, and you think that at last,
The problems are over, and are now in the past.
Your kidding yourself, of course they're not finished,
The hopes of that holiday, are more than diminished,
Cos, the children, all have, their own problems to share,
And you can't ignore that Cos you care , you care.
Lets face it, for them, you'll always be there.
Forget your Greek grammar,
And your algebra, top set,
Brush aside history, economics even if your grades are a sure bet,
And I'll tell you why,
For knowledge money cannot buy,
And that's cake, yes cake.
Whether it's cheese, chocolate or creamy and layered,
You tell me what's the sure fire preference?
Another jammy finger licking wedge, or an obscure civil war reference?
Sorry! Calm down, you just don't seem to be on the same recipe page,
Yes ok, Marx, Aristotle and even Einstein, wise, sage touching the sky,
Yeah right, when did any of them knock up a half decent mince pie?
Ok,ok but you say it's not the point but it is a fact,
And yes I personally take it to heart,
I'm not going to trust anybody who can't cook a blinding treacle tart.
Lets face it, it's all about priorities, and degrees centigrade or fahrenheit,
No, seriously when you're down with nobody to offer advice,
Can't you see there's solace in the next sticky slice.
It's cake, that's the answer, not to your questions, I'll grant you,
But to your cravings, frustrations and failings,
So who cares about syntax and what rhymes with silver?
That Socrates was right and who's Pitt the Elder?
No, here it's time to cut to the chase, it's now, make or break,
We must all rise up and demand more cake!
Christmas,Boxing Day and Newyears Eve All these stabbings
hard to believe.
Things are getting out of hand, people stabbing for no real reason
at the so called Holiday Season.
It is hard to take in as these tragic events unfold, it actually makes
your blood run cold when you are told the news.
I thought it was a time for good cheer and laughter at Christmas and newyear
not all this killing and stabbing, people walk the streets full of dread and fear,
and the message is crystal clear that thugs on drugs are getting very near.
Life has changed but not really for the good although people wish it would
and still could. Why all thes stabbings,killings, shootings what do they achieve
apart from the much heart-ach, pain and eternal grief with no sense of relief.
Lets face it the world is in a terrible mess, it seems beyond repair, I wonder
how life will fair for the ones who don't care.
Think before you act and inturn it could have a big impact. How we treat others, and
how people react so let us make this a matter of fact, help change the world for the better.
We need hope in order to cope with lifes tragedies and grief, as the world is a dark place despite the fast pace, but a hope can give much comfort and is our release and that is something precious to us that will not cease.
never!, no, not in this life or another
would i feel a pain as deep as love is
as cheap as the word has become here
refrain from , never been a false friend
its decisions on the platter
served by a heart that is noble
Now tell me , do u notice?
do u suppose so
just so, just in case the occasion arises
betrayed oh well, lets face it
never know what the day brings here
speaking on matters concerning the heart
Im concerned but distant distracted
resistant to the feelings of instant gratification
I mention nothing but give everything
Im a waterfall, Im spilling over
chilling with destiny on the rim of a canyon
telling her I cant phantom whys life's so random
it went bad in my past, it still leaves a bad taste in mouth
still affects every decision, every thought, every hope i have still
its a struggle, its a hell of a challenge
how much faith does it take to move a mountain
well i cant count the tears or the chances i been given
been filled with youth, im still young
still filled with loved still
still a seeker of the Truth well
maybe i will find it, maybe i will die young
i'd rather starve then dine on lies and
its okay, its fine girl, im sure u can do better
but better yet, u could do worse to
I know im worser for it