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Deception In Soup Creek
There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A bold western saga exquisite
A Mayor, a Sheriff, a saloon proprietor
A bar owner, also a realtor
What comes next you can’t make it up, is true
A charlatan Sheriff who already knew
The saloon owner was a phony too
This is the tale what we thought a young fem,
Claimed she was being stalked by men
who used different user names
All the while she was doing the same
Many here feel used by her deception
Manipulated for her own protection
Even I was dragged in
To keep the adventure going
I was a bit overzealous
Got a vibe she was jealous
Cause I added a twist
And then there’s this…
Whose face is it?
Someone off the internet
Identity theft is what I saw
Or is madam above the law
I uncovered a foul devious charade
Just ego and hubris on parade
Meanwhile she had
Told a few folks who also were played
Madam’s her old self, and is back
With fists ready to attack
Writing about the value of friends
Pshaw, a victim again, it never ends
I don’t have the time for this
I’ll give it to you quick, Ma`am, Miss
What were you thinking, is it mental illness?
Tell the saloon owner, who invites us in for a drink
What in heavens name would Milton think?
I know I should move on gracefully
But it just didn't settle right with me
If lies and deception are your lot
At least you can try better not to get caught
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
John, was born October 9, 1940, in Liverpool
He met Paul McCartney in 1957
John and Paul formed a close working relationship ... COME TOGETHER
Young and fearless guys with music as the common interest
Over time, it became a REVOLUTION
When we talk about John Lennon, his name associates with The Beatles
With members John Lennon, Paul McCartney,
George Harrison and Ringo Starr
WELL, WELL, WELL in the music world it became POWER TO THE PEOPLE
John left The Beatles in September 1969, a new TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME for the skilled songwriter, vocalist and guitarist
- He would continue as a solo artist BLESS YOU
I became LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS when I listened to his music
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED, sounded so beautiful
NOBODY TOLD ME, that John was actually a heavy drug user
IT'S SO HARD ... to deal with
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, greatest of all is love
IMAGINE, John and me in the NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER, a new life in my home country
MOTHER ... HERE WE GO AGAIN ... I was in love
GROW OLD WITH ME John,
happiness is a word that tastes sweet in my mouth
Together with you, the song begins to find the right sound
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS - a stupid young girl who dreams
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
John lived on BORROWED TIME,
bitter rivals and demons sparkle in the air
I feel lonely ... and I'M SO TIRED
MOTHER said : YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
... YA YA
Song titles by John Lennon, listed below :
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
COME TOGETHER
REVOLUTION
WELL, WELL, WELL
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME
BLESS YOU
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED
NOBODY TOLD ME
IT'S SO HARD
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
IMAGINE
NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER
MOTHER
HERE WE GO AGAIN
GROW OLD WITH ME
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
BORROWED TIME
I'M SO TIRED
YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
YA YA
04.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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I gave up my clothes drier,
For cleaner air.
I started a metal recycling scheme for my local church,
So as not to leave them in the lurch.
I dig most of my waste food into the garden,
And it now looks more like a miniature Eden,
I separate my paper and plastics,
And only toss waste into bins.
I try not to buy products that contain palm oil,
Cause the environment they only spoil.
I read up on what is user friendly,
And treat Animals Kindly.
I pick up rubbish in the street,
To make it look neat.
I hardly ever take the car anywhere I can walk,
As I try to not be just all talk.
I write on both sides of a sheet of paper,
Which I think quite proper.
We don't have a TV in every room,
Or more than one broom.
Our batteries we re-charge,
Despite the extra charge.
Yet my biggest contribution to sustainability,
Something that needs a lot of agility,
And built up resist-ability,
That will give you respectability,
And your dollars longevity,
Leaving you with credibility,
When if you only need one commodity,
That is all you come out with, hopefully.
Father God is rich
Eternally rich in Grace
Yet His Son was poor
Born poor for our sake
So everyone's good enough
To receive His Gift
Divine Poverty
Blessed are the poor in spirit
Theirs is the Kingdom
The Word became flesh...
(To understand each other)
...And dwelt among us
My heart's full of song
Angels we have heard on high!
Angels are poor too
A message, a song
Words are angels' sweetest gifts
And they enrich us
We have heard angels
Just like the song says we do
Telling us: love God!
God is loveable
Especially as a child
Angels sing to Him
Angels sing to us
Come and see, come and see Him
He's born, hold-able
In a manger laid
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid
Angels accolade
Becoming a child
This is how God reached our lives
An example set
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Originally posted by me on PoetrySoup back in 2018
(under the user name: MichellePoeTry)
Based on:
"The Smile of the Ragpicker" by Paul Glynn,
“Angels We Have Heard on High” lyrics,
the Beatitudes,
Luke 2, and John 1:14.
The wealthy say
that to become wealthy
people need to build
different streams of income
That a working wage
pays the highest tax
that investing provides
a second income
The wealthy say invest
Sir Richard Barnson
Invested in the airlines
Virgin employs how many people
Wealthy people know
investing creates
extra income stream's
creating work for people
Reducing unemployment
Australia invested in Quantus
Your Grandparents knew
Investing paid dividens
But the next generation
Made their names
selling those investments
lets sell telecom
Said the New Zealand Government
Four years after it was sold
it paid for itself from profits
Our ancestors investment
helped get the country out of debt
Yet still you can not see
that the wisdom of the past
holds the key
to improving your future
Investments could fund
a struggling health care system
User pays works for many thing
But not for health
people that get Cancer
can't always work
without money
you can't pay for health
health needs to be treated
different
creating work reduces costs
Australia is starting to realise
Investing in Dam's
improving energy production
creates jobs reducing
unemployment
use the wisdom of the people
nothing is black and white
people and growth need education
but redirecting money to investment
also creates growth for the country
money spent on education
prepares for wisdoms guide
We want to brains to design and plan
but we need investments
to create the factory's
to grow invest in both
Dear Fellow Poets, One and All
As a lover and defender of freedom my whole life, I feel duty-bound to inform you, just in case you missed it, that the unthinkable has now happened.
Russia shelled the Zaporizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant in Ukraine early this morning. (Source: Associated Press, 1:45 a.m., March 03, 2022).
The plant is actually on fire now.
Should Zaporizhzhia explode, much of Europe will be exposed to deadly radiation.
Zaporizhzhia is the largest nuclear power plant in all of Europe. It is much, much larger than the one in Chernobyl which killed so many in 1986, including David Freydin's father in Kursk, 337 miles away. (David, a Chicago-area attorney, was a student of mine, 1992-1995, at Yeshivas Brisk Academy High School in Chicago, now defunct).
Make no mistake, my dear friends: Mr. Putin will be coming after everyone on this planet, esp. in Europe and the USA next -- if we don't stop him cold NOW.
I urge all of you residing in the USA to email President Biden, your two Senators in Washington, and your Representative. You can google email President Biden for example, and you will get a user-friendly site on which you can email him. Same with the others
Ask them to get off of the sidelines and start leading the fight for freedom. The Ukrainians cannot and must not be left to fend off Russia alone! America must do her part, must take the lead.
It is time for America to employ the most powerful army in the world to defeat Russia, end the threat of nuclear war, and hopefully, silence the monster named Putin forever.
Please Keep your emails as brief as possible, and to the point. Make sure to include the nuclear threat of Zaporizhzhia, the need to lead the fight for freedom by defeating Russia militarily, and the imperative to save thousands - if not millions - of lives all over the world, including those of the legislators in Washington D.C.
Remember, Europe and America are next for Putin and Russia.
Thank you, and God bless. (Any questions on how to contact America's leaders, please soup mail me). Faith and Strength, Gershon
#Who_What_are_you?
Confused and trapped inside my little self, your questions exacerbated my confusion, wished I answered better, but I was lost too, inside. Emotional abnormalities, some would think I suffered bipolar, knowing not the extent of my suffering, I was just unplugged from making meaning of who or what I was
Zooming out of friendships, conversations, crowds and relationships, wished specialist may fed my saroundings with better meanings, for I failed, tired from being unable, tired from being not understood, by myself too. Who or what you are? Please don't ask
In me answers reside not but more similar questions piles up, daily, think my brains are to blow, wanna return to my mother's womb, maybe there, no one would ask me anything but then I'm here, who or what am I?
After 29 years of abject confusion and disorientation, a user manual shoved into my vision, to navigate myself to my lifelong questions. Found my ancestors at end of my long trace, waiting so impatiently; you are us , they said and they continued; go and show them us. then what am I? For people have asked
You are not basic but a rare seed we saw fit to plant on mother African soil, you are a torch bearer, a voice for the voiceless, a salvager, a mending wall, a spirit evoker, cauldron of wisdom and knowledge, you are omnipotent, go and show them, for they want to hear but they will instead see. Who or what you are?
#Poetic_Ink
On a desk, heaps of books and papers lie,
A bundle of wires, a puzzling surprise,
An honest handmaid, a modest laptop,
That lights bright and clinches words at a prop.
With touch of the keys, it moves to and fro,
Though not a grand device, it seems to know,
With trace of the fingers, the links to chase,
Across the extensive digital space.
A tangled spread of cables of black hue,
Stretch on the desk, like a sleeping snake true,
A forgotten pen, a treasured note book,
On which some brilliant quotes and thoughts are hooked.
A wilful webcam watches, ever keen,
To capture lovely moments, raw and seen.
It eyes the thoughtless yawns, the pensive frowns
And nose, as oft user dozes around.
A printer sits nearby in dull silence
Until it`s asked to come in prominence
With woeful whirs and creaking printing sighs,
Beneath its multiple observant eyes.
At the desk, a fluorescent lamp one wields,
Illuminating this packed working field,
Holding in its sway in the creative life,
A spring of joy, a sober source of strife.
Though the computer desk is worn and old,
It holds unending stories to be told,
A hearty humble haven, strong and free,
The centre of the world for folks like me.
It is where one triumphs, where one may fail,
Where sublime stories start and journeys trail,
A loving laptop desk, set as per wish,
Is the seat and the source of endless bliss.
Some are smooth, as smooth as a song,
While others are spiked like a boot,
And some are ripe, ready for now,
Ripe as a plump freshly picked fruit.
Some are mounds of a hill full of beauty,
While a few are as flat as a bat,
And a couple, here and there, are all over the shop,
Sort of a wild bric a brac.
Some poke right out for everyone to see,
No user manual needed there,
While others are hidden nowhere to be seen,
Only found on a wing and a prayer.
But all of them make me feel happy and free,
As free as a bird in the sky.
I love every one, each colourful joy,
I love every newly born butterfly.
Come forth!
From that square lifeless wood
I adjure you,
From the breast of your captor cease,
Dare nature's will and power to hold you still
Fight from within you
And break those shackles
Of audacious cruelty.
Loose yourself from the bond
Of death's hostility
Can you hear me?
He that was pronounced dead
Living on our minds like a dream
Stop our grief and shame
from the veils of darkness.
Come forth!
From the grave. Take hold of life
The earth's empty by your departure .
Rage, Howl, And Awake.
Empty the grave at this command
Break the doors! Loose the grips!
Come forth!
If there are ears in the dark,
Then out as we wait.
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