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"In all fairness, all votes must be counted." It is in order to guarantee the correct electoral college votes are as accurate as possible. And that each presidential candidate receives the proper number of allotted votes per state. In all fairness, even votes for Senators may need to be recounted. This general rule of thumb especially applies in the battle ground states.
Because we want the correct amount of senators and balance of power allotted. The last time I checked, it was a fifty fifty split between Democrats and Republicans. If Joe Biden does remain our next president, and Kamila Harris becomes his vice president? She will determine the final senatorial vote in the event of a tie vote.
Likewise, if by some miracle or act of God, President Donald Trump serves a second term of office? Vice President Pence would choose the deciding vote. We need to pray the correct candidates are the ones that are ultimately elected. These unalienable facts remains true, even though we personally did not vote for them ourselves. God sets up rulers and removes them from office according to His divine will and plan for mankind.
Even though Democrats lost about five seats and Republicans gained a few seats, it is apparent the Democrats will retain majority over the House. However their margin will become slightly reduced.
This I firmly believe will help provide a necessary check and balance system. Both parties are vital in the preservation of the balance of political power. However, they need a mutual meeting of the minds, whenever possible. In order to serve the American public who voted them into office in the first place.
May the best men and the best women ultimately become elected to the highest political offices in our beloved country. "God bless America land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her..." Happy Veterans Day may we never forget both your service and both your dedications to our country!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 11, 2020
Roxy Lea 1
Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.
When out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang sheng (province), China
where amidst bustling businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought said long in the tooth occupant loo
duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula
comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu
located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
Years ago, you found me grounded with wings afraid to fly.
Toting smiles and wants of note, you paused to view my sky.
Was soon that I thought once, and you concurred twice,
that merging our styles would make a love themed paradise.
Years confirmed our intangible wares of mutual shares.
Even our highs and lows equally sighed with visual cares.
I never grew concerns about thunder, so I did not feel around,
poke or peek under for shudders from lightening blunders.
I saw no clue stains for panic in any cracks of tragic.
Then, at my joy’s peak in romance’s security streak,
you turned cold and scowled, ice water endowed.
Stayed confusion hovered in my same daily clouds
as your words and actions rose into caustic attacks.
My full tears left clear tracks, but my world swirled black.
Trapped in walls with love's silt, my once full heart spilt
as your cold face growl tilted me with its cruel wilt.
Bones gone, feelings stung and laid me on our bed you built.
Sob chokes watched hopes darken and fall on our quilt.
I heard your shoes sounding the harsh retreat of a final leave.
My reality undone, I spun inside a brutal, nightmarish tide.
My shivers surged frail coldness, exposing me as clueless.
In my mind, fantasies fumbled seeking a stronghold.
I beseeched memories to transition into numbing flakes
that would deaden all my grieving from this love mistake.
Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)
(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord
consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy - Laugh-In debt
ode to comedians Dan Rowan
and Dick Martin, no secret
at feeling flattered, though please
dismiss ambition to covet
(at least just yet),
yours truly adopted as house pet
argh... that beastly consummation beset
with challenge unsure weaken duet,
not absolutely necessary to whet
our respective appetites and asset
with words, quite obvious
twas love at first twenty six let
hors d'oeuvres suffice
me not here to exploit nor profit
concerning joint capitalistic venture,
whereby each of us signatory
contributing authors to beget
consensual reasonable rhyme or not,
yours truly doth deduce tenet
heavily to embark impossible mission
analogous good luck bouquet
to whomever doth cachet
more to the point, a whim woke
to assuage concupiscence,
cuz I gotta get get
preposterous simply to craft kismet
likened to kid in candy store lit
with excitement at sweet nuggets
mouth watering treats to offset
eating healthy vegetarian omelet
bloated overstuffed oaf think piglet
blessedly to young for slaughterhouse
five according to Kurt Vonnegut,
a fate far worse than death and taxes
now living in lap of luxury...
ah..., that's the ticket,
or perchance donning crown as kinglet
within safe porcine haven hamlet
whereat smart creatures use Telnet and toilet,
rather than pollute fields and/or streams.
There he goes again
proving them all wrong
spent his life doing that
they don’t cotton on
Oh too right off in humoured fashion
mock each day and banter bash him
make a mockery oh enjoying
openly mock it's only Trim
and he's aware and lets it fly
he knows what false sense can buy
their confidence is on his side
stupid now not down the line
And he will milk the vindication
for his skill was no indication
instead laugh down a clown conviction
ignorant blind convincing wisdom
He rubs it in as they don’t realise
their nastiness cast him aside
demoralise fake horrid minds
laugh through such shallow life’s
They only note in hope he's not bright
don’t look close study read writes
lowly opinions savage plight
Dying seconds silence, laugh, it’s I
this feeling of bad is a mutual return
but with you more severe the burn
as unlike yours it's been earned
prove wrong, alone, you take turns
that means I beat all of you
make a fool of you to school with you
so cruel are you beat all of you
call me delude, umm it's you
put up with it for months alone
now I'm pumped so I let it be known
you put me down enjoyment shown
never calling you my own
Encultured vision sees things as they are
and were,
as they are not and were not.
Positive revision sees things as we could become,
together.
Culture is an extremely large word,
with ubiquitous cooperate v compete economic implications,
assumptions,
expectations,
means toward autonomous v interdependent discovery,
uncovery,
recovery,
spoken all the way from atomic
through universal systems,
root systems,
language and numeric systems,
as is climate,
as is beauty,
as is trust,
as is health huge
where wealth is not yet pathologically rabid,
feeding off the poor in nature-spirit dipolar equivalence.
Multicultures speak in diverse voices,
internal and external,
Left and Right,
dark and light,
and which we are able to see as us
an which are "them"
depends on not just who or what is speaking
but who and when we listen to
and look at out and in,
sniff and lick and feel trusting drawn toward
and those who do not feel right to us,
not because they are not as good,
or even better,
but because we find resonant diversity across our cultures,
within shared subclimates of mutual solidarity
in healthy difference
and not so much overly competitive pathology.
Positive revision sees things
like cultures
and climates
of beauty
and trust as we could become,
together.
The moonlit grass was metaphorically mystic in its cool, methodical, grandiose offerings of solace to the gentle breeze-woman who could not abide the ruin of her evermore.
Softly, silently, without any hesitation, she laid her burden down on the caring grass bosom illuminated by the entangled mono-speak of the faeries.
Butterflies surrounded her, illuminating her starlit dreams with dreams of their own. Sometimes the dream masters can fix things well beyond the realm, head nymph told head elf.
For a solid minute, in mutual respect and solitude, they formed a rescue mission, and sprinkled breeze-woman with the magic that she needed to do what only she could do.
Sandman sashayed over, surveyed the nymphs, and elves and tucks, raised one finger to his gentle mouth.
“All hush,” he said, his whisper a bare wisp. “She is finally asleep.” They surrounded her with love and joy and cheer, only silently. Everyone loved Breeze Woman.
All was well in the forest.
It might be time
of the season
to recall
bipartisan reason
To remember
that we against you
and you against we
does not grow
a balance of powerful democracy
But, instead of balanced empowerment,
mutual cooperation,
Firing up eco-political double-binding
promises to relentlessly hate
what I resonantly like
and like
what I ambitiously hate,
offers only competitive
unbalanced runaway disempowerment.
Evolution of power,
regenerative,
requires dipolar both/and
healthy democracy Trust
where devolution of powers,
degenerative,
fade either/or polarizing away
from empowering resilient democracy.
Polarizing positions
are neither healthy
or wealthy
nurturing dispositions.
you are on my mind yet so far away
left handed chemistry never felt so good
if only mutual feelings could be reached
images of bumping into each other at a beach access stays firm and stubborn in my mind
something about you....always been something about you....
though your color is different from mine, all i see is the natural beauty of your vibe
we cannot be anymore different
we cannot be anymore distant
yet when we connect, it is like time is a stop sign painted green
just to see you again....i do not think i will have any control over my libido, my lips, or my tongue
of course you only see me as a special and precious friend, and i would never disrespect you and try to go beyond back
if you reciprocated the direction my mind is taking right now twenty some odd years ago, perhaps this poem would be written a totally different way
you are so close in my mind yet your heart is in too far away from me today to even attempt a play
I thought I loved you
But I am beginning to love you more
And more
I am beginning to think about you more
And more
I am beginning to dream of you more
And more
I imagine loving you
Until the end of time
Until all the bells chime
Until I love you more
And more
Until I think of you more
And more
Until I dream of you more
And more
No, it’s not infatuation
No, it’s not adoration
No, it’s not passion
No, it’s not compassion
No, it’s not devotion
No, it’s not admiration
No, it’s not contemplation
No, it’s not affection
But it’s true, mutual and unrequited love
Raw feelings coming from above
Flowing through my brain
Dancing in my veins
Giving me sweet pain
And strength to break the chains
So we can fall in love again
And again until eternity, in Heaven.
Copyright © November 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.