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She arrived driving a black cougar red
interior a dark pony tail she was the only female
agent so she would always install the wires on
my unborn child she was working under FBI
Leroy Heimbach he would become supervisor
for the Milwaukee FBI they were both out of the
federal bureau of investigation Chicago investigations
into corrupt officers selling drugs led to the arrest
of Catrina Bell Mckissick my stalker attacked me in
broad daylight with four gang members two men held
both my hands while catrina bell brutally punched
kicked scratched pulled my hair my only escape was
being a dancer I leaned into the men holding my arms
and used my legs to break free both men released me
I fell to the ground face to face with detective my attackers
uncle Richard Mckissick he warns me i better not go to court
or else because Catrina Bell was his niece she already brutally
beat four other women including a rite aid clerk and a car bombing
I went to court my life has been threatened every since
it was special agent Paula Brand convicted the corruption
operation all the dealers including Catrina Bell was convicted
six years what a blessing she became a queen pin gangster
disciple gang leader behind bars controlling recruiting female gang
members the Wisconsin women prison actually intimidating
inmates to give false statements against FBI informants
witnesses victims and their children in order to convict innocent
prey and grant early release for severe repeat habitual violent
offenders in Wisconsin to allow terrorist back on the streets
special agent Paula Brand warned me never ever return to this
deep dark organized crime corruption operation a vicious stealth
a tangible intimidating wrath craving my blood craving my death
I am America
We've begun to beg terrorist nations to supply us with dependence.
When the world's largest deposits of independence are underfoot-
Farmers are paid not to produce food.
So, we can no longer feed ourselves...
Meanwhile, Bill Gates just gobbled up 250,000 acres of farmland.
The world has been muzzled and repeatedly injected with a mysterious concoction called big pharma bonanza.
Our leadership keeps reminding us that we're a racist nation.
Yet millions of People of color race across our porous border-
We weep over a miscarriage while scores of full-term babies are being slaughtered every day.
Concerned parents are called terrorists.
While looters and rioters are encouraged and subsidized by V.P. Harris and similar ilk.
Police have been demonized.
While repeat violent offenders have been given the golden ticket to violate again and again.
Just a year and a half ago my vehicle got a sweet 35 M.P.G.- now it only gets a bitter sixteen.
We've got a president in rapid cognitive decline.
A V'P who's good at two things.
Opening the border and her knees.
We have a newly elected Supreme Court justice who can't define what a woman is.
Obama once said he was going to fundamentally change this country.
And boy was he dead on...
Only God can right this listing ship called America.
With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life!
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals that invaded their land;
and thus,many geniuses brought new thought to light,
and civilization was saved by these courageous monks!
Why are the prisons being overcrowded by the minute,
are we losing touch with conscience,
and is guilt excluded from the senses?
Some don't even feel the sense of guilt,
unremorsefully in front of judges who deplore...
and the offenders ludicrously defy justice;
are we becoming a society of lawless ingrates,
or are we going back to the Dark Ages?
Chaos seems stunning nowdays...
if it surfaces without notice,
all that we built and its splendor
can turn into ashes like charcoal;
the events, unfolding before our faces,
will be more catasthrophic...
compared to what occurred,over
the centuries, throughout those lands
plagued by deadly diseases!
Choosing a safe, monastery life
is not only precocious, but wise;
if your calling is truly spiritual:
be the sagest of the sage...
not consumating a self-image;
devotion is a not a demise of the faithful!
March 4 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 1-4
Key Verse – 2Samuel 1:24 …Who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CLOTHING ME WITH YOUR DELIGHTS
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ provisions
While beautifying me with Your ornaments’ presentations
So that I can rejoice against distressful situations
Through Your loving compassion in my supplications.
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ graciousness
While warming me in Your sweetness
So that I can continue despite weariness
Through Your prevailing kindness in my prayerfulness.
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ wonders
While instructing me by Your command-orders
So that I can obey midst distracting offenders
Through Your guiding standards in my worship among truth-finders.
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ mercy
While enclosing me in Your pity’s fervency
So that I can appreciate more Your clemency
Through Your correcting discipline in my laxity’s leniency.
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ glow
While enlightening me by Your righteousness of radiant show
So that I can follow along faith’s-loyalty, never shallow
Through Your cleansing forgiveness in my sinfulness-caused sorrow.
Thank You for clothing me with Your delights’ glory
While leading me by Your triumphant victory
So that I can vanquish guilt-misery
Through Your empowering conversion in my transformation story.
March 4, 2022
People who tell it like it is
Are usually wrongfully targeted
People who tell the truth with ease
Are routinely are attacked or assassinated
The truth exposes the weaknesses of the oppressors
The truth empowers the victims who are weaker
The truth undresses the wicked and the haters
The truth gives hope to the civilians who are poorer
We live in a world of deceits, shootings, murders, and lies
We see the hardcore criminals on the news all the time
We witness daily the diverse bombings of babies, infants
Toddlers, teenagers, passerby, pregnant women and innocents
And we are tired of watching so much grime and crime
Indiscriminate killing of civilians is genocide
Hourly slaughtering of infants is genocide
Sporadic beating of teenagers is genocide
And arbitrary insulting of the elders is genocide
Democracy is dead. Justice is decapitated
Liberty is extinct and freedom is exterminated
International treaties and laws are violated
Words are shackled and tongues are slit and amputated
What kind of democracy is this?
What type of country is this?
The thieves rule, roam and run the streets and the valleys
Their planes bomb churches, hospitals, dams, pipes, rivers and bays
The truth brings fear to the cruel offenders
The truth upsets the cursed liars and the nefarious murderers
What kind of world is this?
What type of race is this?
Lions, tigers, hyenas and dogs are wondering and talking
About the human race which is supposed to be civilized
What a shame! War is genocidal and uncivilized
Violence beguiles more violence. The world is weeping
Because too many innocent civilians are dying
Too many murderous guns, too many deadly bullets
And it’s so discouraging that so many voters burn the ballots
Thank God that countless good People stand for the truth
The youth is scared. Ouch! They dropped another bomb. Ouch!
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The bloodshot moon merged into the dark, hazy night.
People wandered aimlessly, avoiding a fight.
A sultry bar still open, dispensing hard stuff.
Bootleggers were abundant till the game got rough.
A man sat in a corner observing the scene,
The boozers drank too much like goblins dark of mien.
The quiet man went to a phone booth and whispered,
The platoon was ready, their commands were answered.
A large police squad arrested the offenders,
All were fined, and none offered any false contenders.
Did they learn their lesson and mend their wicked ways?
Go to nearby villages and consider their days.
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
Mahatma Gandhi
Oh, Mighty Men
Oh, mighty men who think they have the right
to play at being God when they are wronged -
Throughout history we’ve seen their kind.
They think their acts of vengeance make them strong.
One insult to their reputation and
it wasn’t long ago, they’d have a duel! In modern times,
law suits they might bring, taking all they can
from their offenders, for to turn the other cheek
they think will make them weak.
Oh, mighty men, who bring their kinsmen into war
for grievous crimes that should be dealt with by a court
or leaders of nations who cannot see a side other than their own:
How many more innocents in this world must die
because of unforgiving hearts made of stone and pride?
Written for a contest but also this kind of thing made me very mad to think about it!
I don't have many angry poems,but hopefully my anger for these men shows in this poem!!
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his death another violent offenders get their wings early released from prison from Mexico to Venezuela the many organised crime figures burning veterans alive torching homeless persons alive in Chicago the arson murders hidden while today I remember asiL Marie Gargano combs standing still unable to fly with wings of ashes life shortened by mafia vengeance car bombs fires explosions meets flowers the yellow ones saints and sinners greets on burning angel wings perched over black town fort Myers Florida Andersen ave.
Catholic education taught me all my Ps and Qs
when nuns and priests coached a child's reluctant view,
in a quandary and a quiver
to kneel up straight and perfectly perpendicular,
amidst the gold and platinum rich cathedrals
churches of quicksand-like quag pews medieval,
shaped for the prostrating prayerful penitent
awaiting an offenders penance and its remnants,
in somber quiet of quaint old confessional tombs
while incense burns a bitter scented perfume ,
quintessentially questioning everything qued
perpetuating a quay to conclude
when to sink or swim in perplexing quirky quotes
of pseudo pallid pantomimes of forgiveness and hope,
when tranquil poise in prayer
extolls the loss of childhood innocence repaired.
Using up those Ps and Qs with an added one or two.
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
for the sponsor of contest Mind Your Ps and Qs
Michelle Faulkner
2/19/21