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Premium Member American Refugee

My Constitutional Rights as an American Citizen no longer apply to me.
It's as if I were never ever born in America, My Most Beloved Country. 
Thanks to the Bush administration and the administration presently
I have become truly what I can only define as an American Refugee
and I'm not the only one.
There is now over A Million
Suspected Enemy Combatants just like me.
We have all been placed on the government's watch list
because we reserve the right to peacefully protest
and demand answers to our questions regarding the 9/11 tragedy.
Right now, thanks to the Bush administration and the administration currently
the President can order anyone to brake into my home without a warrant literally
and search and seize by whatever means all of my property.
Under authority of the President they can detain me indefinitely
without notifying any of my friends or family,
at any undisclosed location without any legal representation allowable to me.
Did I mention that a warrant they do not need?
I can be tortured but they call it "Enhanced Interrogation"
because again, thanks to the previous Bush administration
president Bush enacted into law  
that Suspected Enemy Combatants are not prisoners of war 
and not subject to the Geneva Convention.
Perhaps none of the above will ever happen to me
but that doesn't matter because it still could very well come to be.
The bottom line is that many other decent people just like me
have been stripped of their American Constitutional Liberties
and all because we reserve the right to protest our government peacefully
regarding events that preceeded the horrific 9/11 tragedy.
My God given Constitutional Rights have been taken away from me.
I am truly a man without a country, an American Refugee.
Am I the only one who finds this scary?

http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/american-gulag
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Dealing With Reality Senryus

“The universe is transformation; life is opinion.”  
                    ~~Marcus Aurelius~~

Marcus Aurelius was the last of the five, good Roman
emperors. His reign was one of great tranquility….he 
has symbolized the….“Golden Age of the Roman Empire”
……..for many generations in the West!




you may not like it
this is the way the world is
let the good times roll

acceptance is your gift
changing the unchangeable 
is grief and madness

life is your journey
transformation is to know 
that you do not know

our minds just run us
answers are the booby prize
serve others with joy




12/5/2022


*Acknowledgement to Elena Eagle*
for notifying me of spelling error that
was in the title.
Correction made at 7:45 am 12/5/2022
Sincere apologies to all M
Form: Senryu

Subterranean

Down under
Asunder
There's worlds of wonder
Where etiquette 
Meets surrogate 
And the dress code's
Downright Confederate
Slithering among creepy crawlers
That descend from the
Heavenly puke-encrusted abyss above
Known as Hollywood Blvd 
I lower myself
Literally
Metaphorically
Into puddles of
Absentee-orchestrated nausea
I wear the badge
Singed onto calluses 
Coated with despair
Flavored with bacteria's black-dead cousins
There's more honor to own
When you don in early light 
Here ye, shall this journey commence 
This rue-faced, Taliban-tingling tale of whoa 
Give birth to the frenzy of the many
Here the ride shall be
Realized 
Commoditized 
Ostracized 
By mere plaintiffs 
Who sue themselves
Because the stakes are higher
And the risks cease to be true
Together we forge ahead
Teamwork knows no bounds or prescriptions 
When it's one-on-one-on-everyone 
Then the voice of gawd scats 
His incoherent mix of
Lazy blues and blatant misinformation
Notifying the hungry denizens
It's time to get out
It's time to get on
Its time to get off 
And off again
If necessary 
It's always necessary
And so we flee
For better lives
For better days 
For nothing happens until
You decide to rise above 
And get jiggy with the sun.

(3/5/15)

Premium Member Nonparallel Nature Collaboration

NONPARALLEL NATURE
 
          Novel Nature notifying nobility
          Overwhelming opulence of resources to explore.
          Nonparallel nonpareil  
          Pretty precise in perfect purity               
          Amazing astounding administrative affinity.
          Rustic raw yet rolling on refinement
          Attaining artistic adaptive ability
          Liberal Law of Nature supernal
          Lovely lovable luminous in diversity of life.
          Emancipating eccentric ecstasy.
         Leading smartest role in stirring emotions

         Nurture Nature for future.
         Alluring attracting your kinship to Nature.
         Twined turbulence and tranquility.
        Undaunted unconquerable unbounded unique ubiquity
        Radical rational reasonable reality.
        Enhancing evolution on excitement enrapturing, exulting admiration.

      07/12/19

    Contest on 'FINE TUNE THIS COLLABORATION' 
     Sponsor Line Gauthier
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Story of Fairies - Elen

There is a fairy who is cute and called Elen.
Elen's soul is connectd with universe.

Universe is watching her all the time.
Time has passed without her notifying.

Notifying things made her curious.
Curious heart gives her passion.

Passionfruits is one of her favorites.
Favorites foods make her happy.

Happy face makes her joyful.
Joyful atmosphere increases motivation.

Motivation encourages her to advance her way.
Way of her progress is Actally lonely.

Lonely life is fairy's destiny.
Destiny is acceptable for her as a fairy.

Fairy Elen is kind and gentle.
Gentle Elen, you may see her here and there.


10/Jan/2016
Fengleishanren.


Dead Timeline

DEAD TIMELINE


It was a facebook notification
It has always been a facebook notification
Notifying me of most of my friends birthdays anniversary
Just as always; all I do is post birthday wishes on my timelines.

On a busy Saturday morning of 11th may 2014
Amidst weekend chores; I received a facebook notification in my phone
Like normal; I picked up my phone to read the lingering message
Guess what? It was about Princess Ruphina’s birthday.

Without doubt; it just a normal birthday birthday notification
But still with doubt; do the dead celebrate birthdays?
Amidst possibilities; could the sun ever shine at night?
Amidst wishes; can death days reverse back to birthdays?

In a moment, years came strolling down in a day
Memories surging so fast like fast flowing spring
The long forgotten yesterdays looked like it was today
I can still picture your smiling face like you are still here
It’s painful you can’t picture my angry face since you are not here
Middle finger to death; happy birthday my princess
Your soul shall forever rest in peace Rupina.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US TO CONSECRATE OUR LIVES UNTO HIM

February 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 8-10

Key Verse – Leviticus 8:31 And Moses said unto Aaron and to his sons, Boil the flesh at the door of the tabernacle of the congregation: and there eat it with the bread that is in the basket of consecrations, as I commanded, saying, Aaron and his sons shall eat it.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US 
TO CONSECRATE OUR LIVES UNTO HIM
	
Praise be to God for enabling us 
to consecrate our lives unto Him: 
Adorned with salvation garments
Acknowledging His securing grace 
Anointed for service-gladness
Armed with Scripture-guarding
Assured along sovereign guidance
 
Leviticus 9:4 Praise be to the Lord
for appearing unto us by faith to: 
Draw us near His nurturing heart
Drive us to His nourishing healing
Direct us to His never-ending happiness
Deliver us to His nestling happiness
Delight us with His notifying hope

Leviticus 10:19 Praise be to the Saviour for teaching us 
to offer unto Him acceptable offerings that are:
Sacrificed by His grace
Sufficed with His generosity
Separated along His goodness
Sanctified for His glory
Satisfied upon His governance. Amen!

February 3, 2024

Autumn Fall

It was an Autumn evening 
With its cold always predicted

I rushed out of a taxi with a haste to meet the one who stole my heart  
She kept reentering my mind!
I have never been so much attached to her image in my mind 

She was glowing off lately, her signs of happiness were all over the place 
Written all over her face and that is what I witnessed 
Maybe happiness was a four-letter word, I reckoned! 

Walking towards her place seemed longer that autumn evening 
There was a moment I wanted to jog 
A great idea employed my mind that I did not want to sweat 

When I am with her, I cherish every minute that comes with it 
I arrived at last 
I was prompted to send her a text notifying her of my arrival 

Within a minute I saw her bracket, sexy legs making their way towards me 
It was only a while when I heard her sweet voice 

Again, it seemed longer to reach her house and by this time I was care free 
She was right next to me and that was the only thing making logic  

I gathered my thoughts as I walked into her room to put the traditional bag I was gifted 
I walked towards her in the kitchen as she concluded with her call 

The warmth and chills I felt all at the same time mesmerized all my state of mind 
I felt her scent and her warmth
I knew at that moment I could define everything in a line 

She was freedom, longevity, tranquility and made me smile deeply 
She had me discovering this scientific rare formula in my head 

I felt her heartbeat against my own and by then I knew she was my all, the one I have always been searching for 

Her kiss invited the motive for sex
Sex, I never thought would happen prematurely 

My mind went on a field trip with notions 
On such occasions people meet and great
And us we broke boundaries, the status quo 

Everything seemed scripted with directors yelling “Action!”
The cameras were rolling with every sex scene we had as we kissed passionately 
She was a great kisser, I placed all the blame to her on the scene of the crime 
God Outlaws! 

Her sexy naked body was in a shower we shared together and my lips losing control kissed her watery ones 
I was so lost in my world 

I knew I had a great story to tell
She was mine and I knew she was all that I longed 
The audience were our inner souls which captured every move we made

Poet 
Masego Nkuna
Form: Bio

Premium Member Mary and Joseph

***


  M--Mary, a virgin, found favor with the Lord.
  A--Among all women, blessed you are.
  R--Rejoice! Mary, you will have a son.
  Y--You will call him Jesus, as He was foretold.

  A--Angel, Gabriel sent by God to Galilee.
  N--Notifying the people that a Savior is on the way,
  D--David's Kingdom, I will give him to reign.

  J--Joseph, son of David, a carpenter by trade,
  O--One night, an angel appeared in a dream.
  S--Said, "Fear not, take Mary for your wife."
  E--Embrace her, the child is of the Holy Ghost.
  P--Placed in a lowly manger Mary's first son.
  H--He was called Jesus as He will save the world.


                               

  Mary...... Luke 1:28-32
  And ........Luke 1:26-32
  Joseph ...Matthew 1:18-21  / Luke 2:7

    12/7/21
Form: Acrostic

Okinawa Poems

Okinawa War thoughts

these dark moods
follow me 
as I tour Okinawa

where the last battles 
of world war 11 were fought

thousands died
in the first 
and last outpost
of the American East Asian Empire


Okinawa Beckons me

Okinawa Japan
kept calling to me
in a dream
notifying me 
always in the background
where my memories
always waiting for me 

Beckons me
everywhere I go
cosmic reflections
of past lives
never seen before
seems lost in time 
maybe just the spirits of the dead 
everywhere I see ghosts 


Okinawa Street Scene

Walking the streets
of Fabled Naha Okinawa
a life time dream
someday I would visit

I am surrounded 
by ghosts of the past

and Japanese beauties
all around me

tempting me
with their sweet smiles

Impure thoughts
fill my head
as they smile at me
and I smile at them

No wonder 
so many Soldiers
brought back 
Japanese wives

Japanese Coffee Barista

watching the Japanese
 coffee barista

preparing my snarling cup 
of hot boss coffee 

fills my heart
with erotic joy

how I wanted to express
what was on my mind

right then
to the Japanese 
coffee barista


Ghosts of Okinawa  add to Ghosts Poems - post as separate poems 

Ghosts of Okinawa 

Touring the battlefields 
of Okinawa

where so many young men
gave up their life
so many years ago

I see the ghosts 
all around me
feel their spirits
floating through the air

Kilroy was here
there and everywhere
whoever that was 

and John Dean wannabes
and Elvis wannabes

and so many other wannabes
and I see the ghosts of the fallen heroes
all around me
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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