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Nine lives removed from royal dignity
Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
thee eldest daughter
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.
Lion eyes hide predatory wage
sharp retractable sharp claw
never did the late Sage
exhibit talon nor ferocious jaw
even when getting his nails clipped,
said gentle cat infrequently
sunk daggers into soft human skin,
but upon completion
of aforementioned onerous task,
he voicelessly, soundlessly, passively,
manly, joyfully did withdraw.
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
(as well mine eldest daughter's beau)
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives
a handy dandy clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued and Atlas
shrugged off kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humongous mandrake
from the, "Animals"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Inuits accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms)
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek), he knew
practically every detail
incorporating page number, punctuation
plus citing word for word
never truncating, omitting,
nor jumbling... any lines,
and could track missing link,
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files
would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour,
cuz yours truly off
in a huff to bang a lore.
The internal war within us does originate with humans. It does, however, originate with the spiritual wickedness in high places. With demonic powers and principalities that are so very prevalent in our twenty first century's contemporary society. Our spiritual battles are not with other people, it was with the demonic world. However, it is possible for human beings to be inhabited by evil spiritual forces.
Jesus delivered Mary Magdalene from seven demonic forces of darkness. He liberated a demon possessed man of a legion (many) demons. It Resulted in him being clothed and in his right mind. I saw on Christian television a young man from a foreign country physically shaking uncontrollably because of demonic possession over him. Only after he was set free from his demons, did he stop physically shaken.
I know from personal experiences demons can even rob a believer of her sanity! I know because I was that young middle aged woman in 1996! I was rushed to the seventh ward of Stevens Memorial Hospital. It is now Swedish Hospital of Edmonds. How did I regain my sanity in a relatively short period of time? Jesus Christ restored it to me completely.
It was only part one of a severe nervous breakdown! The lesser part took place in 1998, where I was admitted to the same hospital. However even that did not end my battle with mental illness. It is now in complete remission, mainly due to Jesus Christ, and the rest by counseling and psychiatric care.
But in 1998 I got my remaining teeth pulled out! Without them being extracted safely returning to sanity would have been impossible! But all things are possible for those who love God!
"And it shall come to pass that in the last days all those who shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit are the only ones able to deliver us and set us free from demonic possession! "And those who the son sets free are free indeed!" A spiritual rebirth is a requirement for true and lasting demonic deliverance.
Dedicated to Gregory Dickson
Television Evangelist
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 13, 2020
David Hurleys run away, he placed a sign just the other day.'
Closed till further notice I've heard.? It's beggars belief upon my word.'
I wonder if his door is round.? Like at bag end? And bolted sound?
He didnt want those visitors sure.' 1 million people, mostly sore.'
Old scomo didn't breath a word.' Or Barnaby or the other nerd.'s.'
Like sauraman their peering out, Australians are rising all about
Their coming in like swarming bees, the junta will be on its knees.'
The henchmen wear the deathmasks still, it's a sign of the sickness on the hill
I can smell it's stench.' There's a sweat of fear, though I'm in the UK it's travelled here
What can be done.? Know its begun..The unravelling of the number one
The fear of fear.' They fostered here, on captive city (what oversteer)
i'll bet they sold them noble ideals, they were almost Swiss-Canberrans is this, (for real?)
They're the most jabbed people in Oz I hear.? No flies on them, nor covid drear.?
You can't be sick and dead at once.' Or even be sacked.' It's the covid jab bounce.'
Maybe they're not Australian even? Makes you wonder bout (even stevens)
He might just show, you never can tell, just ask old scomo on the edge of hell?
Good Grahame Hood, and Riccardo Bosi, they've stood it well and gave out plenty
It's pleased I am in both of you, two worthy Aussies, just see thisl° through
I can see you're not in each other's pockets, from different positions you fire some rockets'
And that's to the good.' You and all the rest; you're building an army; best of the best.'
John Larters sound, and Craig Kelly seems too, the Gibson ahead of the other crew.'
Your in my prayers, and in my toil, in the tears I've shed in my blood that's boiled
Keep it good, your cohesion is key' you've lifted my heart a time or three.'
God bless you all just stay the course, I'll cheer you on till my throat is horse
And then I'll cheer you on some more, one the pilot I prayed for; who came to the fore.'
And a Colonel I spoke of' might one stand?, dear God you heard and that's so grand'
Now stick it to them.. Until they fall.) Our God is leading He's (the all in all)
Women Inventors/Creators Of History
In Honor of the following great women inventors and creators:
(*Vera Rubin, Cecilia Payne, Chien Shiung Wu, Nette Stevens, Ida Tacke, Esther Lederberg, Lise Meitner, Henrietta Leavitt, Joyce Bell Burnell, and Rosalind Franklin)
Lost in oblivion, tossed into the abyss
Sisters of creation missed their mark
Stripped from the pages of history
Removed, dismissed, buried in the underground, in decay, lost identities
These ten, not even remembered as a myth
Gone without a kiss of recognition
The wave of time waves good-bye to these fine women
Denied their recognition and place in time by men
Oppressed and overlooked
Vast and noble discoveries
Contributions to the human condition
Created by their genius minds
Now covered by the abyss of ignorance
Cheated, removed from the book of time
Their names should be memorized by children
But they reside in the trash bin of history
A catastrophe on a monumental scale
Advancements claimed by others
Who deserves this mistreatment?.... Not men…
Smart women in this world remain unclaimed
Lost like luggage on the brutal side of life’s airplane
Crashed with no survivors
And how disturbing to be deprived of such monumental findings
Their works turned over to incompetence in vile form
Discoveries in the sciences and nature simply blind sided
Where is their truth? Where is their justice?
Men, culture, ego and shear ignorance, persists, prevails
And who permits such atrocities as this but us
We wage war against these geniuses
In our silence is our shame
Removed from the pages from history are their names and fame
Blame humanity as we forget these ladies
Denied the truth and beauty of their contributions
Their names are not remembered
We can honor them here and now
By not hiding them on shelves
Teach the children. Educate them and ourselves
There is nothing like discovery
There is nothing quite like the truth
4/20/21
The odds were never Even Stevens
I have yet to find the Garden of Eden
Differences even in what we believe in
Ungrateful for such freedom
So quick to commit treason
Even without good reason
So typical and often every season
Occurs in nearly ever region
Always drinking more than just a beer or three
For too long, I moved around furiously
Yet curiously
Doing most of it mysteriously
At first it may appear to be
But the truth is not always clear to see
Please don't shed a tear for me
Just try to be here for me
Instead of looking at me like I'm talking deliriously
Hear me out, start hearing me
And take me seriously
For someone like you, I'd face it all fearlessly
I hope you really understand my message
And see that my intentions
Are authentic
I'd always put you first never second
I'm trying to leave more than an impression
Still looking for a connection
Despite all the misconceptions
Not being aggressive
Too excessive
Or obsessive
Here's a confession
Never expected or was after perfection
'999' percent of the time, there was rejection
And then multiply that by eleven
I mean, put a 9 followed by an eleven
They say every dog has its day, and that all dogs go to heaven
It's gone beyond my own personal comprehension
Been feeling like I'm in another dimension
And like I'm some kind of infection
Made changes and corrections
Listened and paid attention
Only to always face objection and never acceptance
Or any kind of affection
Living in an area with poor reception
Stay on your toes because there still is deception
Without question
If you don't already know, then it could really teach you a lesson
Left me breathless
Girl if you only knew, just like life to me you are precious
With you truly content, never restless
Get you pendants and a necklace
Take a trip to Texas
Buy you a Lexus
Because of you, I've no longer been looking for the exit
Addicted to Rhyme
Hi. My name is Mike Dailey and I am addicted - - - to rhyme. Let me tell you my story.
It all started out when I was quite young
My first taste of rhyme was from my own mom’s tongue
There was poor Humpty Dumpty and his fall from that wall
That was among the first rhymes I recall
And I’ll never forget how little Bo Peep
Used rhythm and rhyme as she searched for her sheep
Or all of the stories from that kind Mother Goose
That led me to fall in with that wild Dr. Seuss
And I think it was mom with her wry sense of humor
That planted the seeds that became my rhyme tumor
She’d slip me a limerick with a humorous twist
Knowing that’s something I could never resist
And when I grew up to become a teenager
It was rhyme in the music that seduced me I’d wager
Ray Stevens, Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson
Or Weird Al Yankovic, I can’t blame only one
By then I was hooked but I didn’t know it
But I was then really a closeted poet
I’d write and I’d write but I’d never share it
I’d become a boy poet and I couldn’t bear it
So I gave it all up and I said to myself
I will not write a rhyme, leave my poems on a shelf
Then I met a girl that would change my whole life
And I had to convince her to become my wife
So I wrote her a poem and one became two
Two became three and before I was through
The poems that I’d written, though not very good
Got me the results that I hoped they would
When I popped the question, she said “for all times”
I think she was hooked by my rhythm and rhymes
So I stand here before you and admit that I write it
I’m addicted to rhyme and I simply can’t hide it
I’m not seeking your help I just came to admit it
Once hooked on rhyme, you never can quit it
Let this be a warning, don’t pick up a pen
And write down your thoughts with a rhyme at the end
Or you may get hooked and before you know it
You too may become a locally known poet
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
Your parents gave me the news at Wilton's Music Hall
a place of joy and drunkenness
Laurel and Hardy, Hetty King, Marie Lloyd and now
A Great Aunt.
A figure of jest, jeers and laughter
what fun, what fun.
A great Aunt - fast track aging
I shall buy a lavender shawl and another for you pink or blue.
We shall wrap ourselves in warmth and love,
mix them, confuse them and smile secretly to ourselves and one another.
We shall walk with aids together at the start
for me a magic stick, a jump for dragons, a sword to fight foes or
a pole to dance around in May with pointed toes.
You will wobble holding a hand, then faster, faster learn to run away.
We shall share visits to the Doctor
first check the heart, then check the weight,
mismatched bodies ticketed like turkey for Christmas but you
are the gift who can eat solids now.
And I will toast you with champagne and tell you quietly of the pleasure of a
glass too many to cure a pain.
We see the goldfish swim in Buddha's circles
your eyes test out the strange face
you may give a film star smile,
then tantrums as a plump white bottom gets a jab.
They dab the blood on my skinny blue veined arm.
You hear the ticking of the white rabbit's watch
I am too late for ta and sit observing from afar.
As you grow energy will crack out worlds apart
electricity strikes your life.
Mine diminished by God the Father, Son and strife.
Gadgets will run wild and flat batteries create rapid tears running as we used to do.
Our play was different, sober as befits a Great Aunt
or so I tell to you.
Your parents will reflect themselves and claim the right to own your triumphs
Disasters belong to the other side.
November, another Scorpio with opals for your eyes.
Your lonely journey finished and begun
I am a Great Aunt now and still feel young.
Nicola Stevens
npstevens@btinternet.com
Let us sit and talk about all the injustices of the world
And how it affects us, and every young boy and girl.
We have created a world of insecurities and doubts.
Is this what life is all about?
The education is failing them, but not so much from the school
But because we have changed all the rules.
We have created an “I don’t give a damn “attitude
For all the young to see, this includes wars, slavery, and poverty.
How can they grow? When they’re surrounded by all of this!
Isn’t there something that we missed?
Is it the fact that we are supposed to set the example?
Of what is right and wrong, and make this world for them
“Just “and “strong “.
People have left their homelands to come here for a better life
Now they have to think twice!
We are creating the same things they tried to escape from!
What has this country become?
Government buildings are shutting down
And on the “Obama care “republicans frown.
The only solution that I can see is have the children run the countries.
Most children don’t know about bigotry and hate
Let’s keep their minds fresh before it’s too late.
They must not be exposed to the evils of the land
And shown the brotherhood of love that they understand.
Children will bicker and argue like all of us do
But they don’t hold a grudge and follow thru.
They may not know about finances and the bottom line
But they’ll learn it, given time.
They do know how to BARTER and it is
So much easier and not that much harder.
They say: I have a yo-yo and you have a top
Let’s exchange it and call it “even Stevens “or
“I HAVE A BALL AND YOU HAVE A BAT “
Let’s go to the park and play.
HOW ABOUT THAT!
They may have the answers to the problems that we seek
Cause as we get older, our minds get weak
We just see things in black and white, while they
See things that they know are right.
How I would fix the Second Amendment
First I want to say
I was in the military and a member of the NRA.
In 2008 A guy named Heller wanted to carry his gat
But the Supreme Court wanted to question that.
The Amendment said only "the militia had the right to bear arms."
To protect a standing army from taking their farms.
Heller didn't think that was right
So it came down to a court fight.
Judge Ginsburg said it was OK when our nation was new.
To arm our militiamen as other protectors were few.
But I want you to know
She voted No.
The Court took a vote - came out four to four in a tie
Chief Justice Scalia, presiding, was the one to decide.
Judge Stevens said "The decision was wrong and debatable"
Many now agree it was insatiable.
Traveling with a gun before was a criminal dare
Now you can almost anywhere.
Gun violence has killed thousands - take note
All because of Scalia's vote.
Yes, he gets my criticism
Yearly kills forty thousand citizens.
I am now on the fence
About carrying guns for self defense.
Too many are used for solving disputes
In old days it was done with fists or law suits.
So what do we do?
Here is my view:
Military weapons for civilians are illegal
Just the same as killing a bald eagle.
I say keep your gun as the Court verdict read
And arm the Militia as our forefathers said.
But our militia is our National Guard
For whom I have the highest regard.
So I have a caveat which isn't hard.
Travel with a gun, you must join the Guard
They require age, mental, and physical tests
Be a U.S. citizen and felonies must confess.
To prove you have passed all that
Carry Guard ID, wear uniform shirt and hat.
Gun deaths should drop dramatically
And a strong civil defense it will be.