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AFTER NUMEROUS CALLS DESPERATE PLEASE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS MY IDENTITY THIEVES SETTLED INTO MY LIFE LIKE GIANT COCKROACHES CHEWING FEASTING ON MEDICAL DOCUMENTS PAYMENTS INFORMATIONS SOCIAL SECURITY INFORMATIONS FROM TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS MEGELLAN HEALTHCARE HCA INCLUDING TRI CARE FBI HAS BEEN CONTACTED EACH TIME MY STALKERS GAINED ACCESS TO OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION LETTERS POURED IN HERE'S WHAT WE DO WE ARE WRITING YOU TO ALERT YOU THAT YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPOSED YOU'RE INVOLVED IN A CLASS ACTION SETTLEMENT YOU CAN LOCK YOUR CREDIT WE OFFER CREDIT MONITORING THEN THE SPAM CALLS HACKERS USING YOUR INFORMATION TO CIRCULATED ROBO CALLS SPOOF PHONE NUMBERS UNDER YOUR NAME DEBUTING ALL YOUR HACKERS IDENTITY THIEVES WHO HAVE LITERALLY BUILT A CAREER ON STEALING YOUR IDENTITY AFTER SEVERAL DATA BREACHES MY HUSBAND AND I ARE BLESSED ESPECIALLY SINCE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RALLY A FLEET OF JAMAICAN STRIPPERS HIDING OUT IN AMERICAN YES UNDER MY IDENTITY SINCE THAT DIRE PLEA TO THE FBI 2003 HELP HELP SOMEONES BREAKING IN MY HOME SEARCHING FOR PASSPORTS OBITUARIES DEATH BIRTH MARRIAGE I FEARED FOR MY SAFETY SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THE THIEVES WERE ACTUALLY EMBEZZLING FUNDS FROM MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM FLEEING TO JAMAICAN CANADA AND MIDWEST WHEN THEY FINALLY REALIZED I REMARRIED THEY LATCHED ON TO MY HUSBAND TERRORISING US WITH HOME INVASIONS DEADLY GAME OF DOMESTIC IDENTITY TERRORISTS ITS HORRID BEING A DISABLED PERSON HAVING A CRIMINAL GROUP HACK INTO YOUR HEALTHCARE YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION YOUR LIVELY HOOD HAVING TWO STROKES I WAS HELPLESS AT THE MERCY OF MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND JESUS CHRIST MY IDENTITY THIEVES ARE SEATED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS ITS VERY TRAUMATIC THIS CRIMINAL GROUP FORMED SEVERE HATRED FOR ME AFTER BEING EXPPSED TO MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE I WAS INTIMIDATED BULLIED BY HOME INVASIONS DEATH THREATS ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE SLANDERED TODAY I FEEL BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I ARE ALL ARMY STRONG HAND IN HAND TRULY BLESSED WE SURVIVED THIS IDENTITY THEFT TERRORISTS CRIMINAL GROUP SEVERE DATA BREACH UPON OUR FAMILY DURING CHRONIC ILLNESS COMPLETE HARDSHIP GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FOR REACHING OUT TO COMBAT THIS HORRID DATA BREACH UPON US GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
Funny thing this idea sport
In a way it acts like a fort
Something there
Making some stop and care
Away from being a winner
Being a topical conversation over dinner
Debating information
Discussion which team your team is facing
It’s a friendly fight
With a peaceful might
Quite comical when in sight
Taking a word like ‘fan’ short for “fanatic”
In Fort Sport one needs to control emotion not panic
Such an interesting fort
This sport
There is a score
Where the champion has more
Fort Sport has a way to make a buck
Merchandising images to show support while wishing good luck
A pound or pence
Could be dropped in one’s defense
Put a dollar on to get fifty cents back
That is if things go as planned and no one gets sacked
Fort Sport is a place that is prepared
To handle any nasty affair
A facility
That has the ability
To tend
And mend
Those who bleed
And are in need
Even better Fort Sport
Holds a court
To find something out
Through the screams and shouts
Releases a warning
Catching the evil storm under its protective awning
Fort Sport is a chip
A prop written as an athletic script
Addressing a problem
Before the enemy reports ‘I got them’
Fort Sport has a part
That solves conflict before they start
Monitoring this process
Outing a mess
Wrestling it to the ground until it confess
Allowing tomorrow to be another time to show fortune and fame
Filling Fort Sport again the house for the civil war game
Hot December with excitement in the air.
Parties, new dresses and meals; a treat so fair!
Most special is my last born’s birthday.
Minute monitoring of decoration’s detail
And fussing over final dressing of cocktail.
Majestic table stands with a centerpiece;
Tempting cake covered with colorful candy.
Girl of the day, all blushed, stands proudly!
Mobiles click amidst hilarious comments,
Candles blowing and ceremonious cutting of cake;
A start to the feast, while aside waits sizzling steak!
Champagne flows bubbling in slim glasses;
Toast to a radiant girl; happiness in transience.
A shriek! Suffices to break party’s ambience.
Daughter stares, transfixed in action, at her coupe;
Giant cockroach perched on the rim, about to whoop!
Wings flutter; lo! Her glass flows to land on a head.
Others duck, and screams overcome music soft.
Commonsense dawns, husband searches, ready to boff
While I rushed to turn tablecloth over delicacies.
It has to be killed; a task demanding efficacies.
Yuck! It lands on the white linen, unsure, ….what a dread!
Husband holds cushion, on the point to have it smashed
When a brave one grabs it; in the toilet, it goes flushed!
25/02/17
Contest 'An Unwanted Guest' by Shadow Hamilton
Judged 4/03/17 - placed 7 out of 10
Monitoring prayer requests
heart of mine anticipates answers
knowing that God constantly responds
believing He knows the best, perfectly indeed
by His love and grace, according to timetable sovereign
in His ways verily miraculous, mighty, merciful, mysterious…
Today’s prayer list offers no exemption to my spirit’s zest and zeal
since I wrote “special child’s responsive therapy toward functionality”
trusting the Lord Who always specializes in impossibilities via faith
beholding His hands working well, vanquishing doubts…
Yet, I am all the more amazed and truly surprised
and yes, puzzled to see the name of my son
not under the “Sick Brethren” section
but along “Thanksgiving” column...
The encoder made a mistake
I thought, but in the Saviour
it’s not an accident; thus
seeing it as blessing
I say, “Amen”
Grateful*!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
June 26, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 4 Brian Strand" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/5/2021.
Pasteur Quadrant
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Two Akhal Tekes in front of
a space age inspired Carriage
" The Trophy and the Crown"
They might hack the software in my new
"Standard" carriage by Lavish Honey
The new brand Horse Carriage
which is incredibly modern.
It's insulated light a sturdy for
it's size
and has software that controls
the instruments on board
it has a battery that is rejuvenated
by the alternator type devices on each wheel.
it has a portable toilet and wash station.
An onboard radio and phone.
A two way radio and a Air-conditioner
and heater.
And Televisions and cameras with monitoring systems
aboard the space age vessel.
The windows tint in sunlight
and frost over in the dark.
It has headlights
but it's recommended for daytime use.
Lights inside makes it a place
where camping out is possible
due to the exterior stove and sink.
A microwave and small refrigerator
inside makes snacking possible.
both solar powered by the the attachment on
the roof.
It's incredibly modern and
it is "Easy on the Horses as it is lightweight
and sturdy from the usage of aluminum.
Far Superior than other made before it.
The brand is recognized as Best over all.
Yet it is increasingly vulnerable to remote
exploits and medling: by those who wish
to hack the systems.
An anti-hacking device needs
to be invented to monitors all hacking attempts.
To improve the safety to both man and beast.
The Chassis is named Black Rhino!
the horsemen has a partially covered booth
a waiting area to sit when he is idle.
It comes standard with only radio, cameras, heating and cooling systems.
And the Lavish model which doesn't stop at equipment.
Luna appears
pale, pocked,
and blemished by time;
rising majestically above the horizon
to traverse the ebony dome
of the night sky.
And as a Goddess,
She sits high above the planet,
monitoring the comings and goings
of humanity:
an unenviable enterprise.
For Man is a pernicious invader:
polluting the pristineness of space
with thousands of bits of accumulated junk.
And yet, it seems, nothing can dampen
Man's enthusiasm
for the exploration of space.
No matter the irretrievable, encircling debris,
left orbiting the Earth in His wake
as He attempts to touch the face of God.
Oh my dear peerless and unhusked paddy, You and woman are similar in one way, Both of them are bearing new babies gladdy, Thirty days are your nursery period,I surely say, First ninety days are decisive for developing a baby, You are producing golden grains after six months, Similarly woman gives birth a baby at forty weeks,May be Grains filling stage is crucial for you once, Like the first month of woman's pregnancy phase, You require more careful monitoring of health, Precise monitoring of pregnancy progress by days, Panchagavya is essential for your growth and wealth, Baby tonics are boosting the baby's development well, Are you praised for your motherhood like a woman's excel.
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.
This is the real world
expressed in the form of several days
worth or ghost writing.
Kowloon: The Walled City of Imagination; cosmetic dentistry;
REASONS TO STOP THUMB SUCKING;
New York's most iconic photograph; container shipping;
How are pets handled in divorce?
Medical cannabis and kids; plumbing and drainage inspections;
immigration counseling lawyer in Chicago;
Metal fabrication in Chuckey, Tenessee; How home security alarm monitoring works; How to make an HDR Photograph;
toxic torts; audiologists; plumbing and drainage inspections;
Tenth Edition, Calculus Early Transcendentals;
ISEE test preparation in los angeles;
vinyl windows in Beltsville; great printers for Mac computers;
orthopedic doctors in Herndon, Virginia;
container shipping; public adjusters in philadelphia; custom order fulfillment in Golden Valley; Minnesota; land surveys. Ghost writers know the real world better than poets.
Why?
Why? Why kill psychologists in my life?
Why?
They don’t see my sufferings and my life.
They are just killing me.
A long time ago I haven’t own a life.
I haven’t lived.
They just follow me from workplace to workplace
Monitoring, collecting information, driving
Make problems, humiliation, all of them a Mengele
My life is nothing, my life is a dead fish
I haven’t seen, I can't find the ocean, I can’t get water
No life in my life
No life, my life killed by psychological science
No life, my life killed by parapsychological science
No life, my life killed by cold metal hearts
God, give me one more life
If it’s possible
For you everything is possible
Or just protect the rest of my life
I want to be a fish in an ocean
Put me there, oh my God!
Bluewater, coral reefs
Goodbye human life
I was shocked, I have strong trauma
I have heavy breathing
I have heart heart pain
I have pain relief here
I am shocked by the science of psychology
I am killed by English psychology
They don’t care about it
But English psychology, not my religion
Violent psychologists!
Where are my years?
Where is my life?
Killers!