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Hello Linnie.. Well I dont think I've ever came across your 'problem' before ever do
you really feel bad about this.? Munch munch mmm..gulp Yes I feel so..Well so torn; really..' I'm a cannibal let's face it, and I enjoy the black ones most.' So that makes me a racist as well.' I really need help.' Well I'm willing to talk to you here
Linnie, have you tried professional help? I did try once but there's no catagory for
me so I turned to you in the hope the publicity might, get my situation to a larger audience.' have you always felt like this Linnie? No I just felt it come on as I turned
21..' I think you should really talk to your doctor again Linnie, how long since you last went down there.? Well I never went down Tom, but I thought you said you did not fit any catogory they had.? Well yes but I checked on the computer because I have a fear of going outside, thats acrophobia Lennie, are you aware of that condition? WOW Tom is that a condition..? Yes Lennie.. I'm real glad I called here Tom its easy to talk to you, I'd really like to get out of this fix I'm in..' And there's more.. I don't think I will really be settled in my mind till I go tight rope walking over the grand canyon.' Well Linnie these things seem to be quite incompatible with each other, I think given the graveness of the combined mass of
them you could qualify for state help... How much..? I mean I could..? Yes I tell you what Lennie, if you call back next week I'll get the contact number of a great no win no fee lawyer, and I guarantee He'll get you a low rise suburban res and payment week by week to help with all this stress your under, now how does that sound to you? Gee well that sounds like a real help Tom.' & does it give you more hope Linnie.? Yes a lot..' And do you feel a bit better? Oh yes Tom.. Right I'll wait for your call next week.' bye Tom, bye now Linnie..'
She’s an old lady and she lives alone.
She loves her job, and we know she will not leave.
So, we cut her wages in half, told her on the phone.
She tries to act okay, but we think she’s peeved.
He’s a man who has fathered children all over town.
It is a wonder he has not been caught more with his pants down.
This guy has a lot of child support to pay,
So, we give him a terrific salary, so he will stay.
She is a ball buster, always griping about us being fair.
We want to fire her, but we do not dare.
Because she became the union rep, so that’s a no win.
I give her snide remarks, and a fake little grin.
He’s a guy who is a walking apology.
We pay him in video game tokens and iced tea.
He lives with his mother, so he doesn’t need much.
He works every weekend if we’re in a clutch.
Here is the union president back to bother me.
I have to admit he’s a moron, as you can see.
Wanting me to pay the same wages to all of them.
I would like to throw him in the pool for a big swim.
"Do nothing
and everything is done."
LaoTse
Do no spiritual thing
and every natural climate is finished.
Become no merely natural being
and every spiritual becoming
has already been merrily fulfilled.
Play no win/win nature
and every lose/lose spirit is working out
resolution
integrity
confluence
synergy.
Play only win/win nature
and all lose/lose spirits
zealous
competing
totalitarian
dualistic
bigoted
supremacist
patriarchal
violent
violating
racist
sexist
ageist
xenophobic
homophobic
narcissistic
egocentric
anthro-testosteroned
become way too much ultra nonviolet work
for even the most left-hemisphere dominant
StraightWhiteWesternMale
to become deductively distracted
from inductively healthy
playful
good humored
full moon light for
multiculturing extended family life.
Do no win/lose capitalistic work
and every win/win playful communion is done.
Or, like he said,
Do No future-planning Thing
and Every past Thing is Done.
There remains
only integrity
of this Moment's
health-wealthiest play potential.
Retribution is not my dog
No bone- no contrition
just another child
who does not listen
nor pay attention.
Karma please let um slide
i really ain't mad ...
life has beat um down enough
please Karma let um slide.
Karma, excuse my soft heart.
Retribution ain't always worth
the worry that it causes.
Forgive my spiteful child.
May a mother's mind intercede?
Spare them the painful warts.
I love them enough to ask this of you
when they hurt i hurt too,
there is no win, win situation.
Just more reaping of the whirl wind
Let that negativity
that they have set in motion
be tossed into the mighty sea.
Let the salt of forgiveness wash,
and toss away their lies and thievery.
Karma please, on my knees
I pray forgive them all.
Spare all who have trust-passed
against my good-kind deeds.
Because I love them anyway.
and "retribution is not my dog"
some things are worth...
more than money...
they're priceless...
freedom of...
thought that...
we can recognize...
each other and...
all the while...
there is nothing there...
only data in the mind...
i have bridged that gap...
too never again wreck on...
the sandy shores of time...
there be stars to steer by...
adventures from far-cry...
and danger to freeze word...
step on board of your own accord...
there is only chance...
no win no lose...
no need to choose...
i'll leave it there because...
it's only fair...
i may not sound like i know...
what i'm talking about...
"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." "There has never been a good war nor a bad peace." Quotations which held true for two separate generations. Nations declare war to increase their territorially expanse into other nations where it does not belong. They caste their covetous and greedy eyes upon rich natural resources. Why bother to trade with other countries?
When aggressive nations can snatch and grab their ill gotten gains. Trade routes and access to water ways. Nations were doing this before the beginning of recorded history. Before tribal groups organized themselves.
Focusing our attention spans. Backwards into the first Old Testament Biblical book of the Bible, Genesis. When Cain took a stone and killed his brother Abel, because he was jealous and filled with wrath. And people have been killing each other and declaring war ever since.
Warfare only provides an aggressive no win solutions to preexisting premediated circumstances'. Frequently spiraling rapidly out of the control of the waring nations. Resulting in massive genocide! Famine! Pestilences! World wide epidemics'! Why not read the last book of the New Testament Bible, The book of Revelations for yourselves? All warfare succeeds in accomplishing is "making the devil laugh." And widowers, widows, and orphans travail!
The Bible predicts the Psalm 83 middle eastern war. The Gog and Magog war mentioned in the Old Testament Book of the Bible, The book of Ezekiel. And finally the Battle of Armageddon mentioned in the book of Revelations.
The second coming of Jesus Christ to the earth, will occur at the sounding of the 7th trumpet. He will be riding a white stallion, and will have an escort service. The heavenly angels and the heavenly saints will be accompanying him. Both the False Prophet and the False Christ will be cast alive into the Lake of Fire! Satan, his fallen angels, demons and condemned mankind will be
joining him one thousand years later!
The Holy Trinity, the heavenly angels and saints. Both during the church age of trace and Tribulation saints will live to see. The one thousand year reign of Jesus Christ! The tribulation saints only will be able to reproduce themselves.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 30, 2020
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;
Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Isaiah 5:20
L – Lawful bodies have the lions’ share of legally enforcing the law.
A – As a matter of fact, it is what they are all about – accountability.
W – Wishful thinking, does the world want well-being for its workforce?
E – Essentially, the electorate expects and embraces the execution of law;
N – nevertheless, a negligible number of ne’er-do-wells find notoriety in
F – fomenting fear and frenzy with felonious, unfounded activity.
O – Organized, outside operatives overtake local opposition
R – resulting in rebellion and riots wich restrict any rational protest.
C – Calm, composed complaints cannot change congressional responsibility.
E – Enforcement agents endure endless epithets and endangerment
M – minimizing their major mission of immigration management.
E – Embattled sanctuary entities are explicitly evading law enforcement;
N – needless to say, the nuclear option norm (catch and release) is a no-win.
T – The twists and turns of Jacob’s troubled time threatens mankind – Tribulation.
Les Braves
(Iambic Pentameter)
Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze,
That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain.
The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein,
Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest.
The rock secretes long tales of plaintive strain,
Of ones that fought abreast for the oppressed,
and finally achieved the winning gain.
Yet no win comes without a shocking loss,
As the escarpment holds the treasured sons,
That fought the menace of the iron cross,
to fall heroic to opponents’ guns,
but proudly rest in peace ‘neath the grave’s moss
Note: Just came back from a visit to the D Day beaches and the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer, a great place of reverence.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.22
Contest: 3 stanza poem in quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
would what that be junior? senior? sophomore?
since this brother in law rarely emails,
ye may scrunch countenance puzzled,
or on verge of emitting flatulence,
that if a ripper got let loose (by Jack),
would possibly find ja propelled,
thru Edgar Allan Poe's churchly
sepulchral tintinnabulation
(where for greater effect
yukon envision imagistic ravenous bats
in belfry resonating air,
or perhaps blasted back
to the House of the rising sun),
BUT...gnome hatter,
no win tent may starkly appear
explaining inexplicable reasonable rhyme,
why aye dash communique
minus virtual trumpeting blare
(sorry, but in the interest
of belated birthday cheer,
without computer generated imagery)
rendered hoop fully readable,
sans black and white Scottish matted pixels
constituting beloved appellation
unsure how to address ye perfectly clear
while sitting atop padded office chair,
pondering as already writ,
how to acknowledge thee, whither with dear...
meanwhile, this scribe experiences
comfortably numb derriere,
now scrambling, resorting, and toying
to fetch acceptable, catchy light hearted endear
mint, that seems tolerably acceptable
(of course) with flair
acutely perceptive, though NOT overboard with glare
ring obeisance, NOR USE ALL CAPS
TO SCREAM so ye kin hear
soap hull ease excuse this incurable
Harris scribe with thinning heir
yes...oye gevalt, infantile regression finds me
burrowed in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania lair
still emotionally inchoate, though grown a mere
speck within the flotsam and jetsam near
to boyhood Collegeville abode NOT saved by a prayer
re: home companion bachelor Norwegian farmer
replaced instead by vinyl city
all in the name of progress
which (once a pawn a time)
open farmland did dis app pear
so...a gam bulling gambit
to avoid moseying down Level Road...
may NOT seem *****
for insufferable sadness
with eyes bursting with many a tear...
(gulp) tis best to veer
away from topic uh viz er rated razed homestead,
and mainly wish ye another birth year!
adieu...from math tha hue
self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle,
or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath
juiced whiling away
the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february
twenty second, nah scared to take a bath.
The Process (is a Process All Its Own)
eye up ply applies
to brain storming with zest to whit
barn storming across das plains of google
to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee
with smart poetic dip pose zit
tool loom hen ate interior darkness
where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido
otherwise known as perdition,
especially Native American
linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter
pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,
The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win
Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin
force fields property aligned creates A Special Place
predominantly filled with A Dark Matter
only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark
and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories
helpful to down with a chaser
viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories
Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,
where an unsuspected parvenu
absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl
housing Magic Terror, but interestingly
one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?
Via the perspective Looking Back
feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or
and Mrs. God innocent looking people
yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose
fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon
invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation
Where spirits flit to and fro
throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors
and games without frontiers
this...a millennial Mystery
unlike the generic Ghost Story,
the main anti protagonist and/or
pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko
who calls The Juniper Tree home
especially eerie Under Venus
provoking Wild Animals
to run berserk at lightspeed
en masse Black Sabbath
bestirs cries and whispers
proto, pseudo psychedelic
quint essence ova thermocouple
holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland
explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages
nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe
especially, If You Could See Me Now!