Long Mis Poems
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My i say they were.' (My mistakes)Yet thats easy enough to spout.' Out, As a geyser is there not doubt,l.? forms in the shadow world demon
Spawn.' Manipulating the ' latest thing or
Media storms' who counts the tears.? But
God alone.' He keeps no score..
And we.?hope? to atone? Jesus sacrificed tried by night.' Oh breakers of trust' of pharonic blights
Blind and willful pharasiees,acts and signs of falsehood, you will bend the knee.' Or be
Thrown whole into hells fires.' Where even ashes
Carry the flames ever higher.' You love to
Divide, to wreck, to tear.. A dead law won't
Save you, its only mercy so rare.' Look around see the signs, better to fall at Chtists feet, who vanquished oblitterated
That many can eat; of life.. Repent turn back..Accept true life. Turn from hell and
Endless night.'
Slavery displaced many folk..From time lost in some old mists, it has been certainly no
Joke.'
Now in the present we see forever wars
Under the 'engine of not for profit?' Maybe
You are not real sure.? As ai frames some
Future.? In the fogs of the here and now,
There are to be slaves, of conveniance.?
For those born native..And those being 'imported?' The similaritys strike me; both hard and how.' There is froth and fluff and
Bubbles from many a billionaire,
as true conveniance, became a station-wagon or tent
Or the nearest
bridge somewhere, somehow.?And
migration is the answer? un-controlled
Or lawfare type, then there is all the self
Righteous verbal garbage, as in a weeks old
Salad sort; in a force-fed hype.'
We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.
We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.
We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And the sickest and the saddest,
You will wish your children never found.
Except on Christmas week, when we turn all nice and sweet.
Except when we come to your house, and with you we fast compete.
We are the pretenders, the liars, the thieves, the psychopaths galore.
Where are you going? I am not lying. She really cannot come to the door.
Now, Father McGee and Parishioner Finn
Stood out in front, by the road
Each of them holding a sign on a stick
with a message with spoke of forebode
McGee's sign said " THE END IS NEAR"
Finn's--- " TURN 'ROUND, BEFORE IT'S TO LATE "
Soon came a car speeding on by
With a driver who looked real irate
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD, YOU DOOMSDAY NUTS"
Yelled the driver, while increasing his speed
Just seconds later the pair heard a screech
And a very loud splash there indeed !
McGee turned to Finn, said "It's Happened again
This message I'm beginning to doubt"
Finn then suggested perhaps a new sign
Stating simply " The Bridge is washed out"
Mis Chakras No Tus Chakras
It’s too early in the morning to have my patience challenged.
Woosah _ kumbaya _ got to get my chakras in balance.
Hold back my tongue _ use small words _ set breath at steady pace.
Surely what needs saying is clearly written on my face.
Muscles in my jaw refusing to smile.
Being a lying phony’s never been my style.
Best effort to grin becomes a scary grimace.
Nothing else to do but quickly leave the premise.
After botching up the routine plans of my day.
“Have a Good One” is all that BLEEP had to say.
I bet that negative Nancy’s spine is perfectly in line.
He’s too comfortably pleased with giving me a hard time.
As I looked through my rearview, I had to remind myself.
Don’t overlook the sole purpose of that being called the “Elf”.
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[In this writing elves.... Image result for the history from elfmythology.net
The word elf is found throughout the Germanic languages and seems originally to have meant 'white being'. ... For example, a number of early modern ballads in the British Isles and Scandinavia, originating in the medieval period, describe elves attempting to seduce or abduct human characters.]... not good. With that said, one never knows what anyone is lining or aligning themselves up to be/become. Judge the actions, not the idea!
*****Freedom for Cubans!*****
Under Communism's cold rule~
My heart knows them well!
As their teacher, they showed respect!
The most outanding ethnic group,
Whoever put me on the front page of the
Cuban newspaper.
To keep me in their Andersonville area school.
They were so very outraged,
“MAESTRA ROMiOS,” the large block print said.
I was never so greatly honored.
A protest was planned at the Chicago Board of Education!
They did not want to lose me!
They were successful!
Cubanos, my friends forever.!
I will not let our government ever prevent
You wonderful people, the opportunity to
live here.
You are part of the American Dream!
Dedicated to the Cuban Commumity in Chicago.
“I will do what it takes to have you getting here.
Will not stand for you being forced to live under
oppression by our government..” PR
7/18/2021
…4…
A brand-new pyramid’s been built,
Which might give us conniptions,
But this one’s made by just one man
Instead of the Egyptians.
Unlike the older version, which
Endorsed a healthy diet,
This time we’re pushed to eat red meat,
Though vegans may not buy it.
Aside from steak and burgers,
Whole milk cheese and foods like that,
We’re being told we should indulge
In saturated fat.
The Heart Association thinks
This puts us on the track
For many more Americans
To have a heart attack.
But hey – this is our country now,
A topsy-turvy land,
With lunatics and blowhards
And their minions in command.
Mis En Place'
(Everything In Its Place}
Arrange it all
Piece by piece
Step by step
Make your world fall in line
With the New Time.
Forget the Before;
Anticipate the After
There is no real moment aside from this.
Lay it all out
Day by day
One step follows another
One by one
Because there is no plan;
Moments march on
As you try to make yourself fill time constructively,
But you dither,
Because there's always tomorrow.
Day or night,
What does it matter?
You've oceans of time;
Drift through the dark depths
There's always tomorrow
Before you drown.
The invisible enemy
Holds us in its thrall
We hide from one another
We hide from ourselves
We face the endless days
Huddled in our huts,
Craving one another
Fearing one another
We shall of course come through this
Though who can say at what cost.
I hope in the end it will make us burn for connection,
To celebrate how unified we truly can be.
Let us learn from this the vast family we are,
Bound by blood and hope, refusing to submit,
As we so often do,
To the cold, indifferent judgement of Fate.
Grieve, yes grieve my Brethren,
For all the loss and all the pain.
Shatter the skies with your laments,
Make the gods shed bloody tears for us.
We will pass through this fire
Emerge purified;
Stronger yet.
This is Mankind.
We do not surrender.
Face the Truth, hold the loss
To your hearts,
Grieve and weep and let the sorrow
Burn into your bones - Yes!
But in the end,
Remember who you are:
Sapiens, masters of the world.
You will survive
You will prevail.
You will NOT submit to Anything.
My Brothers and Sisters,
Unite with me in common belief
That that which does not kill us
Makes us stronger.
Yes, this will slay many of our tribe,
Steep us deep in sorrow.
Embrace the pain of loss, show the gone-before
That we are stronger for our pain;
Show them we will fight to honor them.
We will not submit to this;
We will emerge the stronger.