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What I witnessed on October 7 was indefensible. Just to be clear, Hamas are not militants or freedom fighters as many in the mainstream media would have you believe - they are terrorists. Israel is not the ancestral homeland of the people who live in Gaza. These attacks were not an act of war or resistance but an act of evil. Call it out for what it is. Whatever your view is on these disputed territories there is no moral equivalence here. If you remain silent and do not condemn these actions by this despicable terrorist organisation then my moral calculus is very different to yours.
I
Trump cut off aid to Hamas for building
tunnels and missiles but Joetard gave it all back.
So the hostages of war have the American taxpayer
and President to thank for this unholy attack.
II
Trump sanctions froze Iranian assets
and Joe handed it all back for our enemies to use.
But now we watch the rockets' red glare over Israel
as Islamic butchers shout "death to the Jews!".
III
Trump signed Executive Order 13769
and built a wall to keep out crime, fear, and hate.
Sadly Joe ripped it up and tore it down but will God
save America from its sins before it's too late?
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Don’t you miss world peace and mean tweets! I do.
DEBUT OF SPRING
debut of Spring bringing warmth ousting cold and chill with promising soft
Sun adorning ambient is great, plentiful abloom blossoms are flushing in
fiery flame, glossy luster seems to be season’s claim. romantic aroma in
fragrant flowers is pride of Nature, Spring displays colorful cards
welcoming mating birds, sharp chirps, sweet tweets, shrill whistles of
cheerful birds resonate with rustles of leaves shivered by touch of gentle
zephyr. sudden spring gust is chasing pollen dust to spin, swirl and twirl
in whirling wind. In delight, twilight is pasting hues with brilliant
shades on sky-album.
on glorious glow,
sophistic cardinal show:
flood in frolic flow.
03/22/21
First Place
'All Yours (Apr 11)' Contest by Brian Strand
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat
We are love-tied doves
immaculately clad in white
toward our flight as a couple to witness
altar date, sealed with “till death do us part.”
While flying, our feathers radiate blest serenity
showcasing azure sky that has conquered gray clouds
vivified by rainbow colors accentuated by golden beams
midst kaleidoscopic hues of scarlet, blended with orange-crimson blast.
With gratitude to the heavenly Creator
our tweets of praise* join cyan firmament
ablaze with flaxen yellow along green freshness
conquering indigo tints against fading violet and lavender gleam.
Wishing wellness for all in glowing daylight
praying for sunny mood even beyond pink of health
on we settle to behold wedding, defying challenges’ blues
at the Palace in the Sky**, adorned with roses in vibrant colors.
*Psalm 150:6 Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.
**Palace in the Sky is now People’s Park in the Sky (Palace in the Sky in Tagaytay - Cush Travel Blog)
December 7, 2022
5th place, "YOUR CHOICE 2022" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2022.
With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear.
Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss.
Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears.
In God’s house, psalm’s blessing; outside, purging the dross.
Hues of watercolor diffuse, darkness rippling on wet canvas.
There is beauty in mankind, to read between lines of tension.
Push and pull of dripping thoughts, the undertow madness.
A leviathan of sin’s proportions, the levity and dimension.
You can’t escape the weather, its steady beat above the brow.
The sweat beads seeping, harrowing adventures of sound.
Inspecting inside and outside of self - what seeds to sow.
Don’t be too hard on yourself, though you nearly drowned.
Floating alone in a boat, the sea takes me on a journey.
It is dark and lonely, the slip and slide, the ebb and flow.
Comes walking on the water; appears, heaven’s attorney.
Suddenly I’m on dry land, head bowed, to my knees, I go.
Christ reigns. The closer we are to his gates, we long to serve
Him only, yet we still stomp in muddy puddles with bare feet.
We can hide our feet in socks, in rain boots, hide their curves.
The Lord washes feet, cleanses with His Word ‘til we’re complete.
For My Thoughtful Birdsong
A birdsong is beautiful,
just like you;
Woman, you have my heart,
Your spirit is lovely;
And so are you.
Your mind,
your heart,
your soul spirit host...
grows!
Buds like a flower,
sections are thin;
As are your legs.. you use for walking
Roses reach,
up to the skies;
A bush is a hazel,
and so are your eyes.
The view is embracing,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Carnations have style,
this combination is winning;
And so is your smile;
So soft and sweet are your tweets;
Your voice is like a winter's thaw;
A birdsong is beautiful,
Just like you, just like you are
8/4/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
In with a bang out with a whimper
Gone is the bombast, the fist pumping high,
The people have voted for a country that's simpler
Fairness and decency their blaring war cry.
Obstinate tweets well may he air
While brooding and scheming for legal dog-fights,
That darkness and gloom he'll pervasively share
Will always be trumped by hope's purest lights.
We as a people believe above all
That the footsteps we walk are of giants untold,
Where no single man with bluster and gall
Will trample the feats of our heroes of old.
This not to say a man with great charge
Cannot some good things bring into our lives,
But where we do not want such man to just barge
Lies within that true heart our Nation so drives.
So as with winter where leaves fall and die
While circling clouds block the sun's warming rays,
Spring's blossoms first peek initially shy
Exploding as one to a flowering blaze.
Respect for the President
By Franklin Price
11/22/2017
We should respect the President
At least respect the seat
Respect not coming from the hill
The Donald must be beat
He was elected legally
The voters had their sway
The Constitution worked again
Electoral College had its say
The media and congress
Want the interloper out
He should not be the president
It's not what he's about
He's not of the establishment
He's out to make things right
The Congress now is forced to work
He is their biggest plight
They'll fight him every tooth and nail
The Nation to ignore
No matter what the cost to all
Must get him out the door
He wants to make the nation great
To raise it up again
Take away the graft from congress
Maybe send some to the pen.
Trump would do a little better
If he also had respect
For the presidential seat he holds
His foolish tweets just don't connect
He's not a prepubescent
Although he sounds a lot like one
Most think that he is foolish
For this non-Presidential fun
He needs to think before he tweets
Of the causes and effect
Has to do with being President
Not politically correct
Until he respects the office
And stops foolish tweets and speech
The recognition he desires
Will be out of his reach
Doubt wraps me in a fabric
of uncoated leaves
on this near treacherous eve
as my pillow rests beneath cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly
these hands cannot reach..
Will forbearance come for me ;
be the thread binding me until
wind- washed air cuddles
my arms through mist
of an incandescent dew ,
If only to savor that resurrected light
in glum hours-- cycle after cycle--
and await dawn's birthing
from night's roaring, thunderous tremor:
I listen fiercely then calmly to tweets
arising through trees' sway; a glance, a gaze
tracing pulses of another cycle's turn:
It is near July, my soul feeling somewhat
ecstatic about summer's arrival-- its flavor
squeezing the juice of wild abandon;
as morning shimmers
against my feeble breath, allowing
this godly intervention of renewal
oh so miraculous...my sense of doubt
waning waning on wraps of thin air.
When running for office,
You might as well lie
For nobody cares about truth,
And if you are caught
And reporters ask Why?
You can blame it on errors from youth.
A lie isn’t merely
“A poor choice of words,”
Which reminds me of “alternate facts.”
The political climate,
With tweets like the birds,
Doesn’t worry how someone reacts.
So a twist of a phrase,
Using “Jew-ish” instead
Of denying your claim as a Jew
May assuage any guilt
Over things that you said,
But no job should be given to you!
*George Santos, Republican U.S. Representative-elect,
has admitted to fabricating key details of his biography.