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Premium Member With Eyes Stayed On the Prize

Out of you and me,
The colors of our skins
And our humanity,
Comes the scarred history
Of the home of the brave
And the land of the free;
Where it always was held true
That in you and by you—
And only for you—all men
[of your hue] were created equal.

Indeed.  Said the darker hued
Were merely aped to be manlike
That the icon of the new nation—
Slavery and the pursuit of happiness—
Could be perceived as that negative goodness
That only servitude and meek humility could bring.

What deed could be more gracious?
Snatching savage beasts from a darken land;
Cultivating them to be docile beasts of burdens 
In a bright new world—Slavery—the common good!

But time is a funny thing.  When it passes,
It still leaves its footprints behind.  Dark hued
Ancestors are gone; but their audacity remains
Showing and leaving heirs what new tormentors
Will never ever see—what their eyes were watching.

What our ancestors saw, our eyes are now stayed upon.
Contrary to skewed belief, we too, were created
In the egg of life—laid free in history’s nest—incubated.



Now pecked free, we come laying our claim to the vision.  
Freedom is not a human gift.  With eyes stayed on the prize
We now come laying our claim to the liberating promise of God.


A life dream

Life is a journey through darkness.
It contains many lessons and challenges,
Where mornings can be difficult.
We do not eat fish every day;
We often spend hungry nights.
We want education but have no money,
Yet we ask for the things the rich possess.
They do not understand our poverty,
Which today resembles slavery.
We dream of touching wealth,
As if birds could kill lions.
In our dreams we enjoy life,
Building beautiful houses,
As if owls worked during the day.
Then we wake up and see nothing,
Thinking that robbers have come
And stolen our yellow flowers.
Heartache has become a habit,
Filled with endless worrying thoughts.
Horses are nowhere to be seen;
We are forced to walk all day,
Sleeping on riverbanks,
Like broken horses
Haunted by evil,
Which ruins their entire lives.

Premium Member Just Say No To the Crt

Just say no and stop the liberal progressive socialist agenda dividing our country, or any other country! Simply based on the CRT (Critical Race Theory)!

It will further divide the divided states of America based upon race. Resulting in our categorizing and restricting any positive and healthful relationships based upon our skin colors. Turning us into enemies!

It will really pit the brown and the black people against the yellow and the white people! Leading up to and resulting in more racial based wars on the streets of our major and later on minor cities across the forty eight states of America just for starters!

It is the elected school board members that are fostering the CRT! Plus they are sponsoring X-rated books as part of the school curriculum's. Already parents in Virginia and the rest of the country are fighting against the CRT! Threatening to recall the school board members; who have sold out their souls to the devil himself! 

The parents and their children throughout the United States are using their social media platforms in order to protect their K-12 aged school aged children! 

They are relying upon Christian television stations such as the 700 hundred club to get their vital messages across to the rest of America! Whatever is happening in Virginia will not stop in the state of Virginia! Americans do not want a Socialist nation! They want their freedoms!

Unfortunately the Millennium generation of people born between 1980- 2000 are falling for the lies those liberal and progressive  politicians are actively promoting. Also generation Z college age students have socialist instructors spoon feeding their socialistic ideology propaganda!

Where is the communist propaganda political machine located? It's central headquarters is based in the Red Chinese Communists party! Which seeks to place the entire world under the oppressive tyranny of the Bamboo Curtain! Global international enforced slavery labor camps making the Nazis look like choir boys because of their intensified cruelty and torture!

Let us face it America and the Western democracies! Red China wants to bankrupt you, black male you and kill you. And place all of you under its Bamboo Curtain! They are the common global enemies of the world!

Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 24, 2021

What They Seek

Can enough be enough?
                 Did they seek for 
                 The emotion of  fear or
                 The emotion of desire?
                  
                 Should they ask for
                 The sense Of power
                 To protect their purpose 
                 And stay focus? 
                 Don't pretend they are alright 
                 So nail it and 
                 Save the day

                Their body is their honor
                Why pay to tear
                Or force to take
                From their innocence 
                They don't deserve 
                The pain they bear
                So keep your cash ?? 
                And remove the fear

                They need justice 
                To make peace
                With their bruised self
                For their ugly state
                Has destroyed 
                Their mindset 

                 Try to save them
                 Help to change them
                 Join to end this
                 Stop the Abuse!


#$TOP THE ABUSE ??

Premium Member Service

As a tad his soul was fired as he was regaled with family lore,
Rapt, hearing of his forebear's national service in times of yore.
Following tradition, he donned the uniform as his fathers did before,
Eager to serve his nation in its uniform that he so proudly wore!

He learned that in the misty past an ancestor served at Valley Forge,
To help free the emerging nation from the bondage of King George.
A forefather served as a sergeant in the Battle of New Orleans,
Barely surviving the ordeal on rations of rancid bacon and beans!

A grandfather carried a musket in the Mexican War affair.
Another, a cavalryman in the Civil War, served with elegant flair.
In the Spanish-American fray, a relative charged up San Juan Hill.
His great-granddad led a platoon in World War One with consummate skill!

His grandad was a fighter pilot during World War Two, becoming an ace,
Later to soar as an astronaut through the vast expanses of space!
His Dad, a colonel of artillery served with conspicuous bravery,
In Korea and Viet Nam to free peoples from the yoke of slavery!

The young warrior himself served with distinction in each Gulf War,
As an expert 'copter pilot in the United States Marine Corps!
Recounting the sacrifices their fathers made to keep this nation free,
He instilled in his son the worth of service, while dandling him on his knee!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Servility, Sweet

Oh, such captivating concupiscence ...

I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal
You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate
You are hunger, insatiable and wry, and I your food
I watch you speak, breathe, speak ... phrases matter not

Chili pepper lips part to tempt me, as if in slow-motion
Plump, dewy, spicy-smooth, and salacious - fun-fruits, ripened
Unblemished sugar-cube teeth nip your lower lip and hold it
Mouth corners turn haltingly up in a vexing smile

Eyes sparkling, mischievous, coy, demure
Tugging like a lost puppy at my heart, spirit
Core, attending and rapt ... close, closer, closer still
Your eyes close, (mine stay open - I want to watch, NEED to)

Adoringly, I place a bent index under your mink-soft chin
Gently pull it up to mine ... the chilis part further
You release your sexy nip on them, mouth slowly opening
To the dance of a sweet, pink, bubble-gum quarry inside

It seeks mine out even before our mouths meet
Licks my lips as if ice cream, and they part to taste you
Tenderly, as if unknown, your soft blond tresses fall between
Mixing in our nectarous and esurient feast

Is there any candy yet as sweet ... as compelling and sublime??
Were it not for the life-sustaining needs of the human condition
Or the requirements of responsibility and motivation
I would lose myself - us - forever, in your clasp

In the exquisite, licentious, pure, and carnal enchantment
Of your consummate and delicious mouth
Locked away in the round-tower of your appetites
Slave to the flawless ecstasy that we create ...

With our love ... with our kiss.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Love Poems for Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, Team Poetry Soup, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Slave To Love" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

Next Level

Look amidst the glorious tray
To see the terrain our act has played
Whether for the love or fun of it
The future will tell of what is done

My heart pants 
For that which my eyes do see
Even less than that which is played on our screen
Our nation turning to the day of Samaritans

While our heads make their ways 
To enrich their Masters offshore
The first change in global debt
And the second our fate is yet to know

But of great relief of more debt as at first
And it's tagged the next level!
Where have we got it wrong?
Which God have we offended?

That I can go to appease
On the elm of debt our representatives
Intend to renovate a building on billions
Yet the court rooms are good looking
For rodents to make as abode

The hospitals are well equipped
For the surgery of the mosquitoes
The roads daily grow to be vampires

We so have much to eat 
That penury is the chief cook
In these you tend to seize our voice
Yet both old and young will be ready

To sing your praise
Upon the discharge of five naira at the stadium
Hear oh hear us
For our cry is enough to make an ocean

Daily do we do this 
For that which hits our intestines for food and blood to death
We're blessed, yes we're
And let this be our pride

That you cease lending for the sake of the fetus 
And for our nation not to be in the state of Samaria
Least we call on God to deal with you like Sanni Abacha

Hear me oh gracious God
To save your people from this slavery of next level being unfold.
Form: ABC

Black Folks

why are Black people the most hated on this earth?
Is it because they fear our tenacity and our worth ?
Black folk are the originators of civilized humanity 
also the survivors of chattel slavery,
the greatest human atrocity 

they want to erase our culture, our craft and our creativity 
they hate the fact that we are the original royalty 
kings, queens and communities 
who built empires and dynasties 
educated and sophisticated people 
who invented damn near everything you see

The hate us not because we're weak 
but because of our power
for we rose up and continue to rise 
even at our darkest hours 

the soundtrack of the world came from 
Black resilience, Black joy and Black pain 
from the Middle Passage to Reconstruction 
to Civil Rights we resist and we still remain 

we are the blueprint of civilization.
they want our rhythm but not our blues 
they want the sauce but not the souls 
who crafted the tools 
we're the originators, the innovators, 
the heartbeat of all society
survivors of slavery, but also creators 
of the greatest cultural contribution you will ever see

we are excellent, we are legacy.
we are the dreamers and the most influential. 
the most studied, the most imitated, 
the most envied and have the most credentials
we are ancient, we are the foundation.
we are the Motherland. 
we are brilliant. we are strong. we are great
and proudly we will always stand

The Wedding Vows of Lucian to his Poetess Silvia

(A lone voice whispers)

Bind me not to only a taste of love
But to true divine friendship

Bind me not to only love
But to the warmth of our wet hungry lips

First thing in the morning
And last thing at midnight

Bind me not to your words of commands to embrace
But to the sweet tranquil noise of two crashing hips

Bind me not to a life of emotional slavery
But to the core of your very soul

Bind me to place
To live 
Inside 
Forever

A place no one
Else

Will ever know
Or replace

My words to you, 
My love

Bind me instead to the bow of your immortal ship
For we can then

Sail together
Into the everlasting
Sunset

And make a home
In a serene place

When our time
Comes

Only those bound
By spiritual wedlock
Can ever go

To hold hands 
To walk 

Barefoot through the falling
Heavenly snow

So don't just bind
Me to this

A golden wedding ring
Bind me to be your

Everything

So standing here
In our circle of true love

In front of our family 
Friends and our Holy Mother

Our twin souls
Can sing
And be finally unified by the grace of God 

For we both
Were never meant to be locked together 

By just gold
until we are old

By only the long reach
Of bondage

Linked to mortal sin

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme

The True God's Son

A beloved angel
God's first born
He sent him to us
to understand
our human plight
being born poor
and in slavery
To be mistreated
by the psychopaths
of a generation
In need of insight
But this generation
was wicked
Having their own
thirst for power
over a loving
empathic and
caring God
Something they
feared over everything
else in their life
But the true God
saw the plight in a
loving kind of mankind
And showed through
the suffering of his
angelic son at the hands
of psychopathic mankind
that he is there with the
suffering of his angelic sons
and will raise them to glory
Like no other father could
(Work in progress)

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