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On the slopes of the lush hill
the drowsy magnolias seep
the warm drops of the dew;
they don't expect any rain
for another distant season...
where no hungry lizards creep!
Many of us seek places of harmony,
longing for notes that tantalize emotions,
feeling the caresses of the capricious wind
dispersing the petals of the dogwood trees...
while being captured by the idyllic images
we'll jot down when we'll get very lonely:
and that's something not invented
to feed fantasy, imagination, or folly!
I observe a bold-headed guy walking his dog
and being pulled to various directions,
the chocking beagle needs to get loose
and get wilder than those kids playing,
laughing and throwing pebbles into a river;
will the owner decide to unleash him once,
where there's no danger or menacing raccoons?
He finally lets him loose and the jovial dog starts barking,
chasing the croaking and leaping frogs startled by fear!
The pale-skinned man is getting a blistering sunburn,
having spent two hours without any protection;
he wishes he were swimming in a sea of cool waves,
but he's wearing a maroon cowboy hat and lights
a Colorado Maduro cigar he brought in the town of Lakewood;
he watches its smoke puffs rising high to form a small cloud!
On the slopes of the lush hill
there are no trees, only Daffy-Down-Dillies...
unlike the dandelions down below that bees
avoid when they spot a rascal
Parakeet that feeds on them and bends their stems;
such a scene is rarely seen, never captured by humans!
Judge..Why did you have a machine gun.? Maduro well I heard some nasty people were going to kill my guards and kidnap me..' But they went further and took
My wife also, and bashed her in the ribs and maybe fractured her wrist.? Judge.. I
Cannot deal with un'substantiated allegations.' I take it you do not have medical proof? Now this hearing is just to
Ascertain your who you say you are,
Charges e t c.' But
Your honour.' I'm sorry mr maduro.' I have a
Protracted case in train at the moment.' Your situation having only just come up is
Still in initial stages.' And this other case is
At final stages..Its a bad one
too' the victims
Were asleep in their home when an armed
Gang killed their dogs' disabled their securiy system' and threatened the husband that if he did not put the gun down ' he had kept by the bed just in case?'
They would harm his wife bad.' The two of them were bundled into a vehicle headed for Mexico..If there had not been a tip off
At a gas station they would have been over
The border and probably being held for ransom by now.' Oh is that the time? Clear
The court the clerk can take further details
In an ante-room..Thank you all for your time.) Session over.!
He struts like a rooster in a gilded cage,
Tweets his manifesto, page by page.
Venezuela’s oil? “Mine, mine, mine!”
He shouts like a child, crossing every line.
Maduro yawns, sipping Maduro-brand rum,
Russia chuckles: “Here comes the scum.”
Beijing sips tea, eyebrows raised,
Watching the circus, utterly amazed.
“Sanctions!” he cries, waving a paper sword,
“Oil will bow, the world will applaud!”
But China just nods, “Cute little man,
Try that again — see if you can.”
Russia whispers, “Let him play,
We’ll cash in quietly while he flaps away.”
Venezuela smirks, Maduro’s grin,
“Oh, Trump thinks he’ll win? How thin.”
He tweets at midnight, demands a parade,
A hall of mirrors where deals are made.
Allies flee, foes giggle in halls,
The empire he builds? Just paper walls.
Every action a spectacle, every thought a meme,
The world watches, half laughter, half scream.
China, Russia, Venezuela — a trio of calm,
While Trump storms the stage with blustered charm.
Power and oil swirl in a dizzying spin,
He dances, he stomps, he spins in sin.
But satire bites sharper than gilded hair,
And the circus may crumble while he’s still there.
The Circus in Caracas
He prowls the stage with gold-lit hair,
A kingdom imagined, a lion in air.
Tweets crack like whips, warnings loud,
A circus of power, drawing the crowd.
Venezuela shivers beneath his claim,
Oil fields like jewels, a geopolitical game.
Maduro smirks, Russia nods with glee,
Beijing watches, calculating quietly.
Sanctions fly like confetti torn,
Promises of deals, of empire reborn.
But every boast, every law he bends,
Draws the world’s sharp gaze, foes and friends.
China leans in with icy disdain,
“Mess with us, and you’ll feel the chain.”
Russia waits with a soldier’s grin,
Watching the chaos he drags them in.
His mind races, plotting, aware,
But wisdom hides, lost somewhere.
A kingdom of tweets cannot hold the night,
When giants awaken and armies write.
Alliances fray like worn-out rope,
Oil flows, but so does hope.
For every risk, a price unseen,
A global stage, ruthless and mean.
He stands tall, yet shadows grow,
The circus erupts — who wins? Who bows?
Power tastes sweet, yet stings like flame,
And history waits to carve his name.
What is this kidnapped nonsense when it comes to Maduro? The United States has never recognized Maduro as the rightfully elected President of Venezuela. Five years ago a judge in the Southern District of New York issued a warrant for his arrest, alleging Narco Drug Trafficking among other crimes. When the United States issues a warrant, for suspected crimes against its citizens, there are no borders -- no recognized safe havens in the world. If they can get to the suspect, they will. Maduro will be fairly tried in a court of law. 100,000 Americans died of drug overdoses last year. If anyone thinks that this is hilarious, which I have read in comments on Soup, they have a serious problem with right and wrong. If Democrats in the US Congress, do not like what Trump did, change the law. He is acting well within his rights as President of the United States. This type of Law Enforcement has been done by other US Presidents in the past. Nothing new here. What is new is, a Democrat Congress and Mainstream News Media, who seem to have lost their minds if not souls. If any opposition reading this, is into the bible, try reading the 9th commandment again. Let the legal system play out. As for the politics of oil, other natural resources, would you rather communist dictators remained in control, instead of transitioning all rights back to the citizens of a liberated Venezuela, restoring health and prosperity to a once very prosperous neighbor nation?
On January 10, 2025, the Biden administration bumped up the reward for information which would lead to Maduro’s arrest to $25 million. The reward was previously set at $15 million by the Trump administration. The Biden administration also announced at the time that it would be offering a $25 million reward for information which led to the capture of Dusisdadi Cabello, the country’s interior minister, a $15 million increase. In addition, a new $15 million reward was created for the detention of the country’s defense minister Vladimir Padrino Lopez. According to former Mayor of New York Eric Adams.
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
Israel was ready to go into Gaza city
Trump stopped them, left Hamas in control
Hamas cracked down without pity
Dissidents vanished into a black hole.
They grabbed Khamis Jwifil, his torture was severe
The claimed he stole during the war
They also made influencers disappear
In the basement under a hospital floor.
Trump told Israel to stop attacking Iran
Iranians arrested tens of thousands after that
Their media called for executions to the last man
If that country is ever free, I'll eat my hat.
Trump captured Maduro, citizens cheered in the streets
But Trump didn't want U.S. boots on the ground
The regime arrested those who cheered its defeat
Lots of suffering expected in that crackdown.
A half-assed operation doesn't have much clout.
If you can't go the distance, you must beware
They'll take revenge when they're free from doubt
and cast a wide net for traitors everywhere
If you can't match means to ends
The regime will string you along
you get out, they murder your friends
The world learns the ending of that song.
You've heard that familiar sound
people willing to see others fight wars.
I sure don't want my boots on the ground
But the point is valid, enemies keep scores.
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
Thank you, Russia.
You stood up to a bully.
You faced the warmonger
that calls itself America.
To defend the weak
is true power.
Venezuela has suffered
under American claws
for many years.
Their pain
is becoming fuel.
Their sorrow
is turning into strength.
America—
even your dog in the White House
knows the truth:
you are not in Venezuela
for democracy.
You are there
for oil.
How many souls
must die
under your holy lie?
Iraq burned.
Libya bled.
Now Venezuela
stands in your crosshairs.
You call every leader
you cannot control
a dictator,
a criminal,
a monster.
But the world
knows your game.
Your crimes
have become your shadow.
Chávez stood tall—
you smeared him.
Maduro resisted—
you cursed him.
All you wanted
was a puppet
to kneel at your feet.
But the world
has changed.
The Global South
has awakened.
Your tricks
have expired.
It’s not that we worship Russia.
No.
It is because, today,
Russia stands
as a shield
for the poor nations
you have exploited
for a century.
Millions pray
for your downfall, America.
They whisper it at night.
They cry it in silence.
They carry it
in the wounds
you left in their lands.
Their prayers
will reach the sky.
Their tears
will knock at your door.
And when sorrow
returns to you—
as you sent it to others—
your ending
will be slow,
loud,
and unforgettable.
Trump has kidnapped a head of state,
along with a wife...Its indeed; a first to narrate'
The Maduro duo..And a USA Don.? Sorta
Mafiosi.? Or maybe just a plan; plain
gone all wrong? A
Plan of 'much murktitude' it seems
to me,
The whole world is astounded, Putin wants
Them freed.' This is a doozie.' And ground war
As well.? While prosecuting an illegally held
Couple..I see big oceon swells.' It could be
beyond chaotic.? Oh but didn't Maduro
Tell? Us Yeshua was stratigic leader.?
Could this
Become ace.? Will cohesion weave in
Bolivarian streets.? Unity meet fortitude
Resitance complete.' Will the doller tank
Now?
Just what will be what.? I await Gods
decision...Wow the atmospheres real
Hot.'
No, it is not irony, Donald Trump
So, is Donald Trump innocent
In the charges, he had sex with underage girls
Guessing is not good enough
Did he or didn't he?
I think not
He was indeed drawn to the clicks of adolescents
men who believed they were so powerful
They could gratify themselves with young girls
and get away with it
much interest is why in a house, not his, spent
An hour with the woman who committed suicide
She didn't say he had had sex with her
But Trump, who wanted to be a hero among
depraved men, liked to give an impression of doing
So, all I wanted was to sleep a little
We know Trump's life is a story of a fantasy life
In his deluded mind, he may give the impression that
He is a leader of men
He is a pussy cat that gives in to stronger wills
Take the drama of war with Venezuela; he doesn't
want that war except, perhaps, a little shooting
here and there
He wants to cut a deal with Maduro, which makes him
Looks like a winner, basking in glory
and perhaps win a Nobel prize for stopping a war
Donald Trump is not the problem, but the men who
Those who are attracted to his Bombast are lethal