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Christian Politicians
By Franklin Price
3/3/2016
Politicians not acting Christian
When they sink to tales and lies
Doesn't count they cross their fingers
All their toes and both their eyes
Turn their backs on Jesus' teachings
And ignore the Golden Rule
Worst of all, politically,
Make themselves look like a fool
I think they've changed the Golden Rule
By just a word or two
“Do unto all the others
Before they can do to you”
If winning the election
Is to ignore what Jesus taught
Should change their names to Judas
For thirty pieces can bought
They don't get to pick and choose
When to live the Christian way
If Christian, should be living it
Every hour of the day
Not just on Sunday mornings
When sitting in the pew
Should be in all their actions
And in everything they do
The advice I give to candidates
If were with them would emote
“Don't say that you are Christian
Just to get another vote”
The forces of evil and darkness are spreading all around our beloved homeland. Wanting not only to defeat our current administration, but also bring a curse upon them. "We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness" Ephesians 6:12 KJV
One thousand malevolent witches hired and paid by the dark sides, want to pronounce a curse upon our president, his family, and his staff. Without the evil forces willing to pay for their services, they would not curse him.
Just because I did not vote for him, doesn't mean I want him to be cursed. By practicing, praying and claiming Ephesians 6:12! We need to invoke the power of our Lord God Almighty Creator of both heaven and earth.
"Because greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world." 1 John 4:4. In other words, Jesus Christ is in you, and He is greater than Satan, who is in the world. "What than shall we say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31 KJV
In essence malevolent witches of at least 1,000 are going to put demonic curses upon our nation's homeland. By completely covering it with their forces of darkness, they have declared open warfare against forces of light!They can eventually destroy our entire planet's civilizations! Send the witches back to their nets and have them be cut off from the human race and to mind their own business. "Send them back to hell where they belong."
"You are of your father the devil and you love to do the evil things (he will do.) John 8:44. Their father, the devil was both a liar and a murderer from the beginning of time.
"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the Devil and he will flee from you." James 4:7 KJV If we resist these witches, and stand firm against them! We can and will defeat and annihilate them!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 01, 2020
They Run With Good Intentions
By Franklin Price
8/10/2015
They run with good intentions
They would like you to believe
But they are politicians
Known to practice to deceive
Spend a lot of money
Some of it their very own
Want to represent us
So we never are alone
Make a lot of promises
Of the many things they'll do
If we vote and we elect them
That may last a day or two
They see what the establishment
Has done through time and age
Can't buck what they've accomplished
Even though it's all the rage
Getting very little done
From their place in government
Forget who voted for them
Believe they were heaven sent
The longer there the richer
Have to see how this can be
Maybe I should run for office
Think this is the place for me
Wit moves ritual
In ample flair,
Jest frames ample
As cheer now airs.
Sunday funds spills
As party plays,
A time to feel
What Christmas says.
A fond time here
To greet and touch,
A hundred cheers
With food fare much.
Happy each face
In glimpses fond,
Love can embrace
As kinship bonds.
Each year tells fun
To come around,
Smiles leap and run
On earthly grounds.
We catchup well
With news galore,
Seize joy that tells
Of love plus more.
The party mood
Feels noisy here,
Yet poise knows good
In easy cheer.
Chit-chat goes round
As questions fit,
Watch feisty sounds
Attest fond bits.
If you must know
The way you feel,
Warmth shines a glow
In festive spills.
Mahjong fits squeeze:
North, South, East, West...
Wins like a breeze,
Feeds a fine fest.
Words cannot tell
What kinship means,
For here we dwell
On touching scenes.
So once again,
Fate flavours fest;
We purge odd pain,
Live our sure best.
We party long
Till late night hours,
Feel bonding strong
Both yours and ours.
Confucius wrote:
A feast most grand
Lasts till end vote
For kin and friends.
These are the times
That tell of each,
Such happy chimes
Within our reach.
Thank you for spice
To feel hearts dance,
A party prize:
A Christmas chance.
Your meeting here
Made this day grand,
Be of good cheer
To live fine trends.
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore
His two objectives unmet
Bibi approves the ‘deal’ he gets
from Trump, in an unconscionable rush
to bully Israel into a peace made of mush
For 15 months Bibi touted 'non-negotiable' goals
All hostages returned, and Hamas crushed
This ‘deal’ achieves neither, though lauded in the West
To Trump, Bibi caved, a paper tiger when pressed
Past time for Israel to assert itself on the world stage
Show itself and the world that it’s come of age
Vote Bibi out, along with his feckless friends
Elect someone brave, who neither breaks nor bends
When Five Ends
My son turned five a few days back,
And as with most kids his age, the questions don’t lack.
He came in one day and looked up at me,
And innocently asked, “When five ends, what'll I be?”
I looked at him close and answered him straight
“After five, comes six, then seven and eight”.
He thought for a minute and then said with a smile,
“Wow, that'll be great, I’ll be eight in a while”.
As he ran off to play, I sat there in thought,
And then the question came up, “Is that what I taught?”
So I called him back and said “Son, let me see,
I don’t think I mentioned how cool five can be.
Did you know you could eat an ice cream cone,
And still tell your age with one hand alone?
You don’t need to stop and show them two hands,
But just hold up five fingers, and they understand.
Soon sticks won’t be guns, swords and bats and such,
They’ll just be things that aren’t thought of so much.
Bugs aren't the same at ten as they are when you're five,
Because the whole world is new, and seems more alive.
How many teens do you know who still want to fly,
While at five you’re still willing to give it a try?
How many eight year olds go and move truckloads of dirt,
And never think twice about getting hurt?
Now, there’s cool things to come, don’t get me wrong
But something about five helps life move along.
Don’t rush it on by and reach for the eight,
When just being five is something so great.
Yeah, it’s eighteen to vote and sixteen to drive,
But it’s never as cool as just being five.
So, to answer your question, don’t wish it away,
There’s much to be said for just living today.
True, five will soon end, and then we move on,
But enjoy five right now before it’s all gone.”
Revolution
By Franklin Price
3/4/2016
I have just begun to hear
Statements falling on my ear
Of revolution in this land
As we the people take a stand
Seems we don't like rule by few
We're searching for that someone new
Have found and voted for that man
The establishment is not a fan
They're trying to negate our vote
Telling half truths and lies of note
Their fat cow may go away
If the people win it's not their day
They say that it is revolution
Yet we the people are the institution
The constitution states we rule
When you say revolt, you are a fool
We've finally said enough's enough
We the people are getting tough
To rid ourselves of royalty
Again throw tea into the sea
It was revolt the first time through
Now it's something we must do
Wrest the government from the few
Return to the people, me and you
New is just old
In a new dress,
Watch what unfolds
In paintwork guess.
Nothing on earth
Is really new,
It’s just re-birth
In a fresh stew.
All that you see
Is light and dark,
Truth comes to be
A dancing spark.
New thought hides old
In a clear mist,
New age once told
In a strange gist.
Poise in sure say
Seems new at first,
Sift through light rays
That age-old thirst.
As you know more
You cluster spice,
In a deep core
Love flings surprise.
Old words come forth
In brand new notes,
A surge up north
In timely vote.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2018
Singapore
The Shift
(Shifty)
The man is evil.
You know who I am talking about.
He has put America, under the bus.
He is using our money, to take down… us.
How is that okay?
The world has changed.
People in control that have never stood in line.
Criminals, not even our own,
gone free, while citizens die.
How did they get here/there? (the enemy)
How can they be removed? (the powerful)
We vote but they cheat, and if and when they lose,
they want again, a “repeat”…
America, is not Venezuela.
She is beautiful and stands high among the nations.
Our military is unstoppable, yet if that be true?
How do the few hold hostage so many?
Like bad water seeping in from somewhere,
You can not find the leak, but clearly it is from the swamp.
They are in our nations seat of power, speaking lies openly.
They do not care about your family, your welfare,
only your vote.
What can be done, this land of plenty,
given away to the many,
that hate her for all that she is worth?
Gather together, a new time a renaissance.
This is America.
This is an Amerissance!
God Bless our country!
Amen.
Ironic how most of the wealthy old greenies
pamper their white satin fannies over fancy bidets
behind the walls of butchered Cherrywood trees.
Stuffing RVs and private planes with fracking gasoline.
Bashing slave labor while flashing their blood diamond rings.
They cherish furry creatures while BBQing their meats.
Wearing hides of bovine while strutting down hypocrisy street.
They believe in diversity but not when it comes to opinions.
They're nothing but naïve-yellow-striped Marxist Minions.
Openly playing the flutes of the compassionate pacifist.
While secretly banging the cymbals of a globalist tryst.
Tearing at the heart and soul of the Second Amendment.
Wishing for the blue-collar ballot to smolder and choke.
Butt(sp) willingly bending over for illegals and felons to vote.
Always attacking and tongue-trashing the thinnest blue line.
Hiring guards behind gated mansions filled with security eyes.
Playing the race-baiting game of redistribution of wealth.
Shanking the middle class, while their accounts continue to swell.
I pray large herds of red pachyderm storm the voting stations.
To stomp out the braying- to salvage the soul of a nation.