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"The Prosecution "NOR" "The Defense", makes the accused come to court,and this is something I must "Report".The accused is not going to get a jail or prison sentence,and this is a fact that cannot go unmentioned. This trial shows "good intentions"! In this trial there will be no appeal,and there will be no one who will offer to make any kind of deal : I wonder if this "Trial" is really real? The "Trial" must go on,and cannot be dismissed,because "Democracy " Itself" was put "In Harms Way" on Jan 6 2021": The "Trial must go on to "Relieve the "Threat" that was made on "Democracy",and make that "Threat" known"to all Americans,and All Nations world wide who want "Democracy" in their "land"!! On Jan,6, 2021 something went "Wrong" and must not carry On in any "Democracy" so that "Democracy can remain "Strong"!!!! The "Trial of Donald J. Trump" is a "Public Display" that points to Jan 6,2021 when "Democracy in "The U.S.A. came "Undone" in front of "Everyone" under God's Sun!! The "Seat Of Democracy" wants to have this "Trial",even though no one will be sent to "Jail",or receive a "Prison sentence": Democracy "Might" some how be restored,after "Criminal" knocked down the "Democratic Doors"! The "Seat Of Democracy" "Was Put In Harms Way" ON Jan 6, 2021,and something "MUST" be done about that real true fact,and "Never Forgotten" if "Democracy wants to continue to "STAND".There are "Criminal Racist,White Supremacist,Black Supremacist,Yellow Supremacist,Brown Supremacist,Red Supremacist:God is "The Only Supreme Being"! Anti- Democracy is their plan. The real "ENEMY IS HATE". Hate will take all of those who practice it to "HELL"where they belong! Misery loves company,and when we are "Angry" we are not at all "Loving". When we are "Loving" we are not at all "Angry". The "Trial" of Donald John Trump must go on ,because on Jan 6,2021 something went "WRONG",and "Democracy Itself almost came "UNDONE"!!!!The Trial of Donald John Trump must go on,so that we can still "Write Money"and say:"IN GOD WE TRUST".We write these words on the money that we spend,and "NEVER" GLORIFY" ANY WOMEN OR ANY MEN"! It is a sin to glorify any women or any men! The saying "In God We Trust" "Unites Us All"!!!The Rich ,Poor, Middle Class,Weak, Strong,short,tall,and small!!!
lemme git down to figurative and virtual brass tacks
and risk introducing this veritable unknown citizen,
who feels Trump stacks
odds against supposedly “making America great again” -
vis a vis when pool sharks queue balls with top dollars on racks
displays absolute blatant commander in chief dearth,..and most often packs
near physical punch via pushing dynamic statecraft to the max
with horse betting odds, that future diplomatic sparring
will in short shrift avail his aggressive combative knick knacks
asses instances of his performance,
essentially, obviously, and unquestionably lacks
basic, democratic, futuristic foresight toward peace and harmony
thus (IN MY MIND), ratchets up local and global agitation,
demonization, gastro-intestinal jacks,
thus this brief communique from neither a constituent,
nor person of renown, but outlier who hacks
his way each day – awash with challenges
(though my location nowhere near the sea)
and myopic eyes of mine zeroing in on an unflattering
(yet on the money – averred to thee Bob Corker),
which comment this rump of a president
by blatantly, blithely, blindly axing bedrock of democracy he emotes
one already maneuvering weapons of mass destruction –
preparing for world war three
mostly arising from self created debacles,
or reverberations from in apropos responses,
now pointing fate of civilization on deadly path,
whose very defense of his own ego – oft a twittering outburst
generally creating Armstrong clustered flacks,
which aggressive stance finds Trump braggadocio
adversarial behavior cornering friends or foes backs
pushed hard against real of illusory wall
alarmingly binding coaxial wires detonating fuse to help ignite
a conflagration fomenting jackass kicking
analogous to O'Leary legend, whereat
setting combustible lantern within kicking range of a cow
sparked Chicago fire – no matter the truthfulness,
implications in my mind, HE DONALD TRUMP
HOLDS THE FATE OF MANKIND
(teetering mighty close to doomsday
on tipping point of two mixed metaphors)
AND AS A CONCERNED VOTER GIVE HIM THE BOOT!
THE PEOPLES SERVANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He was here today promised pie in the sky
But we’ll soon discover its just another lie
They’ll say anything that to them is a plus
But once they are in they make fools of us
They need our vote to get elected
First order of business get re elected
They don’t need our money for the campaign
They get it from those who have something to gain
A freshman representative from any state
May have intentions that to him are great
But when the established seniors get his ear
They’ll guide and instruct and make it clear
That when he needs help or financial aid
He wont qualify til he joins the parade
The parade of voting for unworthy pork
These projects are like eating soup with a fork
The laws they pass affect you and me
But they’re exempt, their perks are free
I question why we continue give foreign aid
To tyrants and despots, makes me afraid
That some of those funds may surely bounce
From the tyrants hands to secret accounts
They pass out flyers at county fairs
After two terms they’ve become millionaires
If things get dull and their attention slips
They plan exotic fact finding trips
Those trips would cost a fortune for you and me
The trips are on us and to them totally free
They come home and host a town meeting
Take a look at who’s in the front row seating
Peoples servant(2)
But the best of all is a fund raising event
Where the affluent givers use money well spent
Backing a candidate is a system well tested
It yields great returns on the money invested
Once they’re established with one term or two
Hard to unseat them the special interest is glue
These are best described as serial politicians
The facts or a lie is part of their renditions
They support their lives at the public’s expense
Taking firm positions on both sides of the fence
They have little to fear, bullet proof by far
If they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar
Their own will reject them from left and right
None of them want to be in the public light
If he is found guilty after numerous trials
You will find his clone fully prepped in the aisles
THE SERIAL LEECH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He Was Here Today Promised Pie in the Sky
But We’ll Soon Discover its Just Another Lie
They’ll Say Anything That to Them Is a plus
But Once They Are in They Make Fools of Us
They Need Our Vote to Get Elected
First Order of Business Get re Elected
They Don’t Need Our Money for Their Campaign
They Get it from Those Who Have Plenty to Gain
A Freshman Representative from Any State
May Have Intentions That to Him Are Great
But When the Established Seniors Get His Ear
They’ll Guide and Instruct and Make it Clear
That When He Needs Help or Financial Aid
He Wont Qualify Til He Joins the Parade
The Parade of Voting for Unworthy Pork
These Projects Are like Eating Soup with a Fork
The Laws They Pass Affect You and Me
But They’re Exempt, Their Perks Are Free
I Question, Why We Give Billions Foreign Aid
To Tyrants and Despots , Makes Me Afraid
That Some of Those Funds May Surely Bounce
From the Tyrants Hands to Secret Accounts
They Pass out Flyers at County Fairs
After Two Terms They’ve Become Millionaires
If Things Get Dull and Their Attention Slips
They Plan Exotic Fact Finding Trips
Those Trips Would Cost a Fortune for You and Me
The Trips Are on Us and to Them Totally Free
Leech(2)
They Come Home and Host a Town Meeting
Take a Good Look at the Front Row Seating
But the Best of All Is a Fund Raising Event
Where the Affluent Givers Use Money Well Spent
Backing a Candidate Is a System Well Tested
It Yields Great Returns on the Money Invested
Once They’re Established with One Term or Two
Hard to Unseat Them the Vested Interest Is Glue
These Are Best Described as Serial Politicians
The Facts or a Lie Is Part of Their Rendition
They Support Their Lives at the Public’ S Expense
Taking Firm Positions on Both Sides of the Fence
They Have Little to Fear Protected by All
But If They Err and Cause Protection to Fall
Their Own Will Reject Them from Left and Right
None of Them Want to Be in the Public Spotlight
If He Is Found Guilty after Numerous Trials
You Will Find His Successor Fully Prepped in the Aisles
*Nathan's Song
Nathan loved to be playin' baseball
Talk with his friends everytime they'd call
He would rather be doing for others---any day.
Nathan loved the lake in the Summer,
Skiing in winter--one slope or other.
He was full of life and had an easy goin' way.
Nathan loved to eat Mexican food,
Jelly beans, when he was in the mood.
He would rather wear his flip-flops than shoes--everyday.
Nathan loved dogs and playin' guitar,
All kinds of music--he was a star!
His heart was full of love and he showed it every way.
You were my joy...You were my joy...
You were my joy...You were my boy.
Nathan loved to laugh and be funny,
His impish grin was on the money:
He dressed up like a 'Sugar Daddy' at school that day.
Nathan loved his family and friends
Especially one girl---to the end...
And his death was full of life by what he gave away.
Though he's gone from our presence, he walks with Jesus hand in hand
And now, up in Heaven, Jesus says, "Well Done, Nathan...
You are my joy...You are my joy...
You are my joy...You are my boy."
by Deborah Burch©11/8/2006
For: PD's contest of sorrows and make you cry poem
*Note: Nathan was a senior in high school 6 years ago, the son of my BFF. He was killed in a MVA; his girlfriend was driving, ran a stop sign and a tractor trailer truck hit them broadside on Nathan's side of the car. The other 3 in the car lived...as did the driver of the truck...he had just talked to his mom on the cell phone--which was never found...I wrote this as a song and sang it for them as my gift...It doesn't end there:
Nathan was an organ donor. Many lives have been saved because Nathan donated all he had left to give--the gift of life. This year his Mom will get to meet the recipients and they intern meet her...She, with the Red Cross, hold Blood Drives each year in Memory of Nathan: 'One Love Blood Drive'...This poem is dedicated to Nathan, and to the awareness that we can all save lives...
Donate blood...and be an organ donor...be someone's joy. love,deb
OH you marbles in a jar!
Teacher wants us to guess how many of you there are
I try to count the ones showing, but I lose track
This silly circular jar, has neither a front nor back
The child with the closest guess, will undoubtedly score
The dangling allure of candy galore
After several examinations of size, girth, and magnitude
I devised a plan, I had to act rude!
I looked at the clock, five minutes left in class
It was time to act, I had to act fast
I jumped on my desk, pooting with my arm pit
Not stopping a bit, when the teacher asked quit
It worked! I won! A detention date!
Alone with a certain marble jar, was my fate
Ten minutes into detention
The teacher stood up, and said I’ll be back in five
Then up from my chair, I came alive
My tipped towed creep walk, had to look funny
But my marble guesstimate had to be on the money
The teacher walked back into the room
And set a manila folder down
I was safe, number known, fake snoring, seat bound
Detention had just started
I was shocked when she said I could go
But I was gone
Quicker than an arrow released from a bow!
After tossing and turning all night with no rest
I walked in the next morning, and turned in my guess
It seemed to me, to be, the longest day of the year
But it came
When the teacher announcing the winner
Announced my name
Clenching my fists
I shook them to the left And right of my head
Laughing to myself
“ I can’t believe it”, I said
As she walked to her Closet to award my Amazing feat
I noticed the manila folder On her desk
Had my out-poking
Allergy sheet
Highlighted Was the word NUTS…
How could this be
A years supply of Goobers
Was awarded to me!
_________________________________________________
Moral of the story is... don't cheat! You are never as sly as you think you are.
On either side
Of a crowded family dinner table
There are signs of ambition and resentment
Success and failure
Marked by those who pass
The plate
And those who only take.
A lighter than air blimp
Floated
Lazy circles
High above a City
Of breadlines desperation
As New York struggled
Through the Great Depression.
Hank was tough
Self reliant and hungry
Eager to impress
He washed
And waxed
His uncle’s car
Calloused hands
Carefully caressing
The sleek curves
Of a 1938 V16 Caddy.
Catching his reflection
In the chrome grill work
He ignored
The rough lines
In his face
Focusing instead
On the money
And power behind
The car.
Wet sponge
Going up and down
The rich’s man car
Sweat pouring down his neck
Pails of water
Clanging an alarm
Under an August sun
Having never owned a car
Hank
Was dismayed
When the wax
Clouded
Up
In the summer heat.
Well dressed
Republican
Hands on hips
Uncle was upset
At what he saw
Incompetence
Was wasted time.
The sudsy water
Drained away
Any hopes of
Hank getting a job
In his uncle’s firm.
The Depression was a disaster
For some it came sooner
For Uncle it came later
Packing a surprise punch
That was catastrophic
Uncle lost everything.
The house
The fancy parties
And the ‘38 Caddy with dual spare tires mounted on each front
Gone for pennies on the dollar.
Ever resourceful
Hank got a job as a clerk
In the US Patent Office
One day
He realized
Beef and potatoes
On a modest clerk’s salary
Tasted better than Uncle’s lavish dinners
The seeds of disappointment
From that summer’s day
Occasionally came back
To remind him what was meant to be
Thinking of his red faced Uncle
In a starched shirt
On that hot August afternoon
Hank broke into a wide grin
And ordered another plate of beef stew.
People would do anything to get their hands on the money, even stealing from these people.
I'm told that people will have committed insurance fraud by either faking an injury,
faking a full disability, or fake a death. These people really need to be honest with all
of the insurance companies, that also includes the auto insurance companies, because if
these hard-working employees who are working for all insurance companies find out that
these bad people aren't really injured or whatever, they're going to jail. It makes me
sick that those phonies will tend to bleed all of them dry. There's a lot of
investigations that will have been started by multiple insurance companies, and one of
them is either Nationwide, Allstate, and/or others. We've got insurance fraudulent
investigations, embezzlement investigations, the works. What I don't like about these
people, trying to have gypped these insurance agents and its companies out of their
hard-earned money is when they became scam artists. And unless these so-called "victims"
prove that they're injured in auto accidents or whatever, then they don't have cases
pending. Now I know why I never want to defraud all of the insurance companies out of
their money, because I'm not like one of these scam artists. So if these people are
planning on gypping these hard workers who work for multiple insurance companies out of
their hard-earned money, well they've got another coming. So my suggestion for these
would-be scam artists better be honest with all insurance companies because if they're
planning on taking their money from these hard-workers and their companies, they're going
to prison for fraud and theft. This type of fraud has got to stop.
Let's applaud our
Adored Lord Broad
Fame and awards
Crossing swords &
Bossing visiting hordes
Name in the frame
On Lords boards
Cooing..wasn't it grand
Tanned boy with headband
Wooing the fanned stand
No wonder we're so fond
Of this towering..glowering
Powering flowering blonde
Plumping for knees pumping
Hearts a jumping
All a flutter
Tub thumping
Jaffas he's a scrumping
Utter bowling nutter
Batters in tatters
On the ropes
Slain with disdain
Hopes in vain
Dope tropes
Broad roared
Insane hurricane
Yet again
That strength of fine
Alright divine
Line and length
Vertiginous delight
Prodigious insight
Canny..crafty will
Log in to his noggin
Didactic tactic thrill
Found going round
Was gravy..on the money
Crowned genius genesis
Hefty lefty nemesis
Davy Warner..his bunny
Gladly listened to Hadlee
Took note of what
The Goat did float
Shorten your run son
Well must embellish
Relish to hone
To still cherish..own the throne
With Jimmy his friend
Found at their home grown ground
Got their own eponymous end
Game's pantomime dame
If everything else fails
Wrist twist of the bails
Burning beacon flame
What a gusto way to go
For our dearly loved maestro
Bravado even braggadocio
Willy Wonka winning ticket
Plucky...jammy...lucky
Hero cheerio double whammy
As Broad encored..
Last ball bowled..got a wicket
Last ball faced for 6 did flick it
Helluva a way
For our stellar fella
To say goodbye
To Test cricket
6/28/24
Oh heck no
It's not good feeling like a puppet made by Gepetto
The overhead downpour constant and torrential
Can't find my way through this god forsaken residential
My sleep was hardly ever restful
So much blood on the money that it turned to red gold
It's kind of sad how easily men fold
As a battle hungry general
Many many heads rolled
I slayed my enemies by the denful
Plenty said I was another hell-bent soul
Wasting all of my potential
Just living a life that was uneventful
Problems incoming by the tenfold
Still folks being petty and judgmental
Doing things that are disrespectful
Or considered dreadful
Never resentful
They don't ever feel regretful
It's beyond coincidental
As well as being consequential
Time has proven with it's credentials
I find it hard to trust anything presidential
Why do so many poke the bear and rarely settle
I'm thankful for this meal of lentils
No matter if I have utensils
Will humans ever stop being vengeful?
Too many quick to fire the first projectiles
Little good it does to be forgetful
And far too neglectful
It won't stick if I write it in pencil
Life gets stressful
So I got to have the mettle
To take care of what's essential
Times turn harsh it just can't always remain gentle
I'm sad that I can't find or understand anything ancestral
We've no proof of anything celestial or spectral
I could be wrong though I'm not a perfect vessel
Still not yet fully successful
For now I'll make some medicine with flower petals
By using a mortar and pestle