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I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown.
Riding a train to class and eating bread brown.
I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland.
Jackets and hats close to the September end.
Home ought to be recalled with love and pride.
Akin street tag and rendezvous by the creekside.
My hometown has bleak fame for being notorious.
Despite adversity, the town remains victorious.
I used to opine life was only in this town.
It had whatever I wanted, so I didn't frown.
Driving around town and browsing the shops.
I believe it wouldn't pass higher than these flops.
On our reunion day, happiness was in the air.
The moonlit the path with a clear peep stare.
I chose to put a down payment on a house.
Since I've broken all its walls, as a little mouse.
Fulfilling the wishes of the wealthy with trust
And solving the plight of those in need is a must.
Embracing all guests, even if they show hesitance
I would be halcyon to call this town my residence.
No city can ever be completely tamed.
Heavy fog soothed scars that were pride-inflamed.
With an elfin town road lightings warm glow.
What city has such dazzling neon flow?
Clearing the dust and recalling the memory.
How lucky we are to live in this pedigree.
One way to relax and forget the planet
Is in embracing your hometown gamut.
Every page of life is ripped out as a book.
Life doesn't repeat, so cherish each brook.
You will thank yourself later for your sacrifice.
Strive at sprinting to meet your own suffice!
As I drive across town, I notice it is shrinking.
I imagine seeing most with others, I'm thinking.
The grass may not be as green as it once got
But those souvenirs were the best; I never forgot.
Written: May 18, 2023
If Your Birthplace-Country Was A Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Everyone talks about money laundering.
I often wondered what that meant.
So I found out from a good source, the internet.
There's alot of information on the subject, if you just search.
An example goes something like this..,
What if an elderly man had thousands in his bank account and some of those thousands disappeared during his relationship with a woman, who had a past for greediness and conning.
The old man's family then tried to find his missing money, they even went to the authorities for help, but to no avail.
The old man died and the greedy woman moved on. Time passed and soon a very suspicious transaction occured.
The greedy woman and her new husband purchases a piece of real estate, using all cash as a large down payment, for grins and giggles let's say around fifty thousand dollars.
The other suspicious part would be that the man and his wife created an LLC in one state and then made a purchase of the new real estate in a different state, using the LLC that they had created, for the use of said purchase of real estate.
The new real estate was soon sold after the purchase and the LLC was closed.
My question would then be-who in the world uses all cash, for a down payment? And then uses two different states to purchase and then resell the real estate, after just purchasing it. Seems like alot of trouble to go through to purchase a piece of real estate, if you ask me, but no ones asking me so I would have to think this is suspicious.
This could be one example to explain a way that a person would hide stolen money and attempt to wash it clean, I guess that's why it's called money laundering, and now we both know.
Seek fortune teller asap (haint no fable)
Best nondescript literate jinxed
humble dug good feller ya e'er seen
amenable, a non biased opinion -
of course I mean mine mein
yours truly gets no lucky strike breaks
particularly never ending
surprising automotive repairs,
thus in sore need of green
i.e. legal tender concerning Hyundai Sonata
two thousand and nine
admirable craftsmanship e'en
though urgent message freon
me and the missus, we
lack adequate funds
until early December
tooth house zen nineteen
when soonest social
security disability payment reason
without rhyme arose cause faulty gene
neurological schizoid personality disorder
honest to dog - affliction since...
in utero growing as little bean
not shy to pull out all stops,
and comb clean
albeit sharing genetic personal flaws
affecting psychological skein
imposing lifetime emotional hardship
invariably causing financial frostbite,
ye might not readily glean
faux Shakespeare's Banquo
(now my bank woe)
to give checking account gangrene,
whereby amputation left absolute zero
cents and sensibility,
but accursed Halloween
nightmare every four times fifteen
orbitz round the nearest star,
no matter applying ample sunscreen
me got smarts attested as seen
evident crafting poems keen
with sophistication, yet oft times lean
if - said phrase Sheryl Sandberg popularized
nsync, she dismisses Facebook cyclopean
tentacles squeeze out private data
muckraking monstrous machine
minting dime a dozen billionaires
anointing Silicon Valley
realm housing queen
and self anointed king Mark Zuckerberg
twenty first century Midas,
no need to hex spleen
his unabashed heartfelt virtue, he doth preen
ah... pipe dream to rub figurative shoulders
never in bajillion years,
and no chance empyrean
afterlife will eradicate hellish scene.
The muscle of the gazelle
formed around the lions tooth.
The fangs of the snake
reflected in the eyes of the newt
The awareness of the stag
grew as far as the hunters perch stood
The heart of the moth
does not believe its ash
will dampen the flame
that towards it’s drew;
Love comes with a duty of grief
Grief accompanies truths we wish not to be
Truth becomes accepted, begetting a future we couldn’t see.
The future sires today’s
when unreliability is allowed to breathe.
Breath finds respiratory arrests
under a consuming authority.
Authority imbibed by the tempting
pollutes its purity.
Purity survives
as long as its dream
carries through its sleep
Sleep decays and restores
as if time is both predator and prey;
primordial polarities.
Time is born of perceptions
that stalk forms of order to feed.
Chaos remains as a formation of order,
albeit one without,
creating laws out of order,
faulted by interruptions
we recognize as every understanding
we wish to achieve.
Persistence of staring down the abyss
creates the fragility we need.
Necessity may be assumed
as solipsistic greed
But regardless of it all,
Worth finds payment
When your love
Convinces you
To take on the duty of Grief.
Wouldn’t it be odd to skip that fare,
As if
There was
Nothing for it to mean?
Do you have a dream or an ambition
that one day you hope to achieve or do
then I have great news for you
if you turn to God and tell him exactly how you feel
he can take your dreams and ambitions and make them real
our hopes and dreams don't just have to stay in our hearts or in our mind
for it's in God that all our hopes, dreams and ambitions we can find
if you believe it in your heart and know that it's true
God can make all the impossible become possible for you
even if your faith is as small as a seed
God can make all those hopes and dreams succeed
God made all my hopes and dreams come true
and he can also make all the impossible things possible for you.
to all you wonderful poetry soupers everywhere
this great news I just had to share.
my son is going on a D. T. I. ( dream the impossible) trip with his youth group in may
and God made the trip possible How?
well here in UK, with sainsburys if they come late with your shopping they give you a ten
pounds
voucher
off the next shop you do on line, well on Tuesday mine was late so they gave me ten pounds
that evening I spoke with the youth leader about sorting a tent out for my son if I sorted the
finances out for him to go, he said yes sure they will be able to get a tent share
well on Wednesday morning I had a bank credit of sixty pounds, I wasn't due my wages yet
or anything, the money was in my bank it was something to do with a cold weather
payment
so this now totals seventy pounds, the weekend trip is 55 pounds and the bus from church is
additional ten pounds totaling 65 pounds now that's GODS' GRACE thanks to God my son will
be going of on his trip to dream the impossible. Amen.
Pay the Fiddler
Written: by Tom Wright
3/134/2016
I never had a problem with growing old,
At least never thought so till my arrival there;
I first realized I was nearing the threshold,
Upon seeing that snow had covered my hair;
But I’d always heard of the golden years,
So I thought, now, I get to check them out.
Some days now can almost bring on tears,
When I’m suffering from an attack of Gout;
Now I live with a myriad of things gone wrong,
From neglecting health for the first fifty years;
It’s just another verse of a sad familiar song,
The fiddler wants his payment and I’m in arrears.
MAGIC BEANS
There was magic in those beans!!
Colors - reds, greens, blacks,
savory flavors, and sweetness,
sweetness to ease the uneasiness.
They became a sought after reward,
payment for being, for existing,
payment to an unknown need.
Age changed the beans.
The colors still held secret the
tantalizing rewards flavor.
The relief longer lasting
yet somehow still lacking
the joy of the originals.
There was still magic in those beans.
Dark Magic, Black Magic,
potions that brought less relief,
exacerbating the desire
for more of what caused the need –
for more.
There was no bean stalk,
no Golden Goose,
only the lie of the magic beans
feeding the fear of a lonesome child
too soon challenged
to become a grown-up.
John G. Lawless
1/6/2015
For PD’s Magic Beans – Poetry Contest
In a few days, our country will pause and say, “Thanks, Lord”.
There are so many things for which I am thankful to God.
There is simply no end to the many people, circumstances, and experiences to which I have been privileged to be a part.
Nevertheless, time, space, and attention spans compel brevity.
There is a lady of a gentle, kind, and tender heart who’s to blame for my ability to take several trips by jumbo jets that I could not afford. Several years ago,
during both a season of joy and of grief, she was there for me and my wife. I am thinking of her with much gratitude this thanksgiving season. Her name is Sherry.
I am recalling a man who several years ago gifted me with a touch of his kindness and love. I shall never forget his eyes and spirit staring into mine, leaving me no doubt that he believed in me at a time when I was low. I was experiencing a dark place after surviving a storm of life on a raging sea. I’m thinking of one who became to me a beacon in the night. He’s a dear friend. His name is Ken.
There is a dear lady who on several occasions heaped compliments and praises upon me that I did not deserve. She always made me feel so very special. She passed on 14 months ago and resides in heaven now. She was indeed a dear lady. Her name was Joelen.
More than 25 years ago, I sought far and wide without success to secure a loan to purchase a home. Finally, an elderly gentleman stepped forward as an investor with the down payment. His action enabled my wife and me to become proud homeowners. He was a stranger who took a chance on us. We lost touch with him some time ago, but I’m thinking of him this Thanksgiving Season. His name is Gary.
11012016 cj PS
* ~Dark Silver Haze~ *
(side#1) (side #2)
come taste life ---------- Heart-warming wine
old and stale, ---------- Jot down a line
unflavored, unpolished, --------- Mood changes hue
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
the lowest feeling ---------- How high the cost
eternal gray sky ---------- How much is lost
hollow memories ---------- Back payment due
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
weak limbs, overpower ------- Head shake and sigh
moments of lights -------- None left to deny
everything ends -------- Insight in view
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
torn from reality -------- Somehow I gain
low spirits of sorrow -------- Beauty from pain
bitter and dull, --------- As thoughts turn to you
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
**A deep Look Into The eyes of the Poet Destroyer**
~A Tim Ryerson Collaboration~