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Sorry no fear from A bipolar inmates sending terrorists threats through political powers instead of sending me threats from Man die Queen pin for a day giving false statements how's that going she's enraged jealous ready to stab again blood was everywhere over and over again bipolar prisoner wisconsin woman's prison repeatedly violent because she is bipolar entanglement with my abusive and his abuse of power jay townsend johnson henry let's say Nicole my attacker catrina bell mckissack challenged by severe obsessive behavior stalking me over my American poetry shame on all of you stop encouraging this violent offender to want to harm me to get out of jail no different than Bin laden seeking early release I'm not afraid of your threats I realize they are from my stalkers my assasins arriving with a gunman to end my life in tampa recruiting Man die behind bars to slander me and God knows how many other people she resents bullying intimidating due to her extreme bipolar violent outbursts according to lake Geneva news Milwaukee sentinel she is easily made jealous foaming at the mouth stabbing five people chanting she was going to kill them while on probation repeat severe violent offenders with A deadly weapon she continued to stab these people with a large butcher knife enraged no wonder she continues harming innocent persons
Man die needs an insane asylum clearly union grove over and over again giving false reports and she starts all over promoting violence or perhaps wait until she stabs your mother or her own child again hint hint back off I will never ever fear your corruption queen for a day to lie spread rumors and stab innocent persons blood was everywhere shame on you
You are actually encouraging A bipolar violent offender to harm me for your own twisted corruption abuse of power manic organized crime canker worm breaking into my home searching for poetry
Jesus I certainly will never ever fear these ongoing sheer threats of terror upon me from behind bars poured out into the streets stop terrorists threats you cannot extort my american poetry have a blessed mother day weekend
Spring
arrived
Robin lands.
singing! "Tut-Tut"
Wake up! Daffodils
Tulips, come up!
Where are you?
appear
Bloom
Sun
Warm rain
Brings forth life.
Pansy's bright smile
Vernal Equinox
Budding trees, leaves
Nesting birds
Hatchlings
Chirp
Grass
ripples
In the breeze
Lilacs woo bees.
Vivid lavender
butterflies flock
Mesmerized
fragrance
Spring
Written on 2/17/22
Written For Springtime "Ninette Contest"
Sponsored by M.L.Kiser
~~3rd~~
Poetry Soup
Poem of the Day
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Brian Strand Formed
Poetry Contest 3/16/22
~~ 1st ~~
The quiet calm levied my mind after
several sorted attempts to quiet my
thoughts quiet the traumatic events
I sprung into action complete medication
management while continuing to journal
losing time hours I supposed turned into
days as talk therapy riveted a downward
spiral picking myself up somewhere between
love and hope balanced by the creation of joy
one of my fondest words after all I am named
joy six grand daughters named joy one daughter
and my lovely cousin i created joy as my theme
for surviving I am Africa's joy I am a rainbow
tribe of joy spirited souls of Italian Cherokee
women from the trail of tears I often reflex on
my ancestors how many tears to create a river
streams flowing throughout the mid west my
tears became from a lessor place as hope sprang
up from threads woven into a quilt of love I began
to remember to love myself more to remember the
women of my Cherokee tribe today knowing
I've come along way after begging god to allow me
to end my own life before my stalkers killers violent
offenders and identity thieves got the chance what
a beautiful blessing the violent offender who tried
to kill me after the help of my church family i relocated
the victims in her path are enormous blood was
everywhere as she stabbed five persons over a
jealous phone call you could hear her scream I'm
going to kill him taking down victims slashing women
men finally captured serving four years after over
20 violent convictions a severe repeat violent offender
actually jealous of me one of my ex husbands cult
females like one of Charles Mansons females thank you
Jesus for protecting me from these violent offender
I AM SAFE I AM AFRICA'S JOY
All
humans
were made by
God. All have the
same roots, same body
internally.
Need for love
found in
all
All
those who
believe that
some humans are
superior to
others forget
God resides
within
all
All
those who
criticize
forget that they
are criticizing
the creator,
Almighty,
who made
All
All
humans
act out of
ignorance. They
forget all are beads
of same string We
should respect
all, help
all
All
those who
are well-read,
have knowledge of
scriptures use all free
time in finding
soul hidden
within
all
02.07.2021
Submitted to Critical Race Theory, Anthony Biaanco
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Contest winner 9th position
References from Bhagvad Gita :
BG 7.7: There is nothing higher than myself, O Arjun. Everything rests in me, as beads strung on a thread.
BG 15.7: The embodied souls in this material world are My eternal fragmental parts. But bound by material nature, they are struggling with the six senses including the mind.
BG 5.18: The truly learned, with the eyes of divine knowledge, see with equal vision a Brahmin, a cow, an elephant, a dog, and a dog-eater
References from Bible :
Corinthians 8:6
But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him.
Romans 12:5
So we, numerous as we are, are one body in Christ (the Messiah) and individually we are parts one of another [mutually dependent on one another
**
Lush
Bullock
Butterfly
Second rarest
Endangered, extinct
Caterpillars
Ant's parent
Protect
Guide
Wings
Top mauve
Orange veins
Metallic flecks
Blue green ~ red rich spots
Striking patterns
Male, pale blue
Female
White
Written on: 3/22/2022
For the Form J - Just Write Me A New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~~2nd~~
The Bulloak Jewel Butterfly is Australia's second rarest
butterfly. The caterpillars are carried to the ant's nest
high in the bullock tree by the "goldlock ant." They look
after them and keep them safe from predators.
The ants heard the caterpillars out at night so,
they may feed on the bullock leaves. Unless the
ant is present, the mature butterfly will not lay
her eggs.
*****
Spring
Lilac
Aromas
Mauve lace petals
Wind carry sweet scents
Ravishing balm
Butterfly
Amour
Song
Fly
Come home
Live a dream
Taste sweet nectar
My Butterfly Queen
Excite my heart
Grace my blooms
Enchant
Thee
Written 3/5/2022
Not once did I question your Love for me
By my side you stood
Safe within your shadow I grew
Believing in all i could be
You gave me Faith in me
Blessed by Love.........
You wanted the best for me
You worked hard to prepare me
I could feel the fear in your eyes
As if you had seen to much
Inpatient to my innocent disregard
I remember your words as you would help me with my studies!
"Why do you look to the sky for a answer?! The answer isn't written in the sky!!"
Armed with Loyalty you set me on course.......
Beauty in the Lord was your Gift to me
How my soul yearned to find your path
Thy Lords Kiss was yours alone
My path would not be yours
As Thomas I was to doubt........
" And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ"
As I look into the Heavens....
Yes......the Answers Are Written in the Sky......
I Give My Thanks to Thy God.....For Your Love and Light........
Why do I write poetry?
It is something that helps me relax, like painting and cartooning.
Most of what I have written probably isn’t poetry at all
Just really short short short stories
When people ask for a specific type of poem I look it up
I can do a few things without researching them now
Ninette, nonette and sonnet are easy for me.
I do check the syllable count with howmanysyllables.com
Tanka I always have to look up, and it makes me feel silly.
Because it is only five lines. Why can’t I remember it?
Quintain and English quintain and quatrain are something I have to research.
I can do personalization, acronym and rhyme without research.
Free verse and light verse are easy.
Sometimes I know it is a narrative, not a poem at all.
A list poem is fun. I like doing them.
An abecedarian poem is a kick; it keeps my writing fresh.
Rhyme Royal I always have to look up. That’s okay.
Sometimes it is worth the research to create something new.
high
above
the city
arms open wide
Christ the Redeemer
symbol of peace
causes hearts
to bow
low
07.06.20
'Ninette Poetry Contest ': sponsor, Emile Pinet
'Try a New Style - Something You Have Never or
Hardly ever tried' sponsor -Caren Krutsinger
Your
Mischief
Surpassed mine
Made me crazy
So hard and sublime
Do you think I am slow?
Made me angry, made me pout
When you whipped your big mischief out
Too bad you are my younger cousin
I cannot replace you by the dozen
You dear, are the mischief making queen
I have spit, stomped, stamped, yelled and screamed
No one tops your insane ways
I will try every day
I will sneak around
Until I top
Your mischief-
Ous ways
Yes!
This is formed like a Ninette, however, it is like an expanded ninette because instead of a ninette’s traditional 9 lines, I have turned this into nineteen lines. A traditional ninette starts with a small word,
Adding one syllable to each line until the fifth line, then it changes and decreases each line by one syllable.
Written 9/8/2018 Nina Parmenter’s Contest
A Form of Mischief