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Premium Member Trump's No Longer Tweeting

Trump's No Longer Tweeting
By Franklin Price
3/15/2019

Trump's no longer tweeting
He has given up the wall
He is welcoming illegals
It's much better for us all

Encouraging big business
To once again build over seas
For those who want to hire here
There's a presidential freeze

Removing tariffs and restrictions
Foreign products are the thing
Outlawing guns for citizens
Will help our freedom ring

Everyone should have the bomb
Trump sees the error of his ways
To make America Great Again
He knows no longer pays

A welfare state is best for us
Free everything is cool
This isn't from the president 
It's an early April Fool

I hope that I upset you
As you read this “Fool”ish verse
You may not like Trump's methods
But you could be doing worse
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Giver of Mercy

January 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 43-45
Key Verse – Genesis 43:14 …God Almighty give you mercy…
	
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GIVER OF MERCY
				
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… protecting me from famine and nothingness 
Thank You for sending what I need through Your bountifulness
Surely dealing with my guilt-illness by Your aiding wellness---
Please let me live by faith in Your purposiveness.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… providing me with fruits of Your best 
Thank You for supplying me resources to the fullest
Surely multiplying my gifts with Your grants in their finest---
Please make me Your responsible steward of joyful zest.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… presenting to me bread of welfare 
Thank You for keeping me in good health by Your care
Surely cheering me up in Your gracious smiling stare---
Please set me to delight in Your fellowship as Your goodness I share.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preparing me to be filled with sacks of blessings 
Thank You for overtaking my will with strength along life’s racings 
Surely forbidding me to covet greedily that cause cursings---
Please discipline me toward goals of worthy enforcings.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… propelling me to do what’s right with Your peace 
Thank You for calling me to serve You, healing my laziness’ disease
Surely rescuing me out from the sorrows of futility-increase---
Please keep me prayerful so in clinging to You I won’t cease.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… pressing me to come to Your presence 
Thank You for driving me toward harvest labour’s excellence
Surely nourishing me against scarcity inside Your compassion’s fence---
Please secure me by Your nurturing credence.

Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preserving me within Your commandment 
Thank You for warming me with Your holiness-raiment
Surely governing me over my discontentment---
Please revive me always by Your spiritual fulfillment.

January 15, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Subterranean Homesick Blues Again

Dan's on the mezzanine 
asking where the mayor lives 
I'm on the dole line, 
wondrin bout conservatives 
The man with the leg cramps 
boot camps wheel clamps 
says they cut his food stamps. 
Look out son, 
he’s packin a gun: 
God knows why 
Pat Boone, full moon 
someone's gonna die soon. 

Del's on welfare, 
Donald Trump is real pissed: 
give 'em all health care? 
What are we? Socialists? 
Thinks I'm Harry Lime: 
street crime, sub-prime, 
now you're working part-time. 
Look out boy, 
you're only a goy: 
don't revere teachers, 
don't obey no preachers. 

Jen's on Fox News 
talkin bout the bank crash 
wanna get some real views? 
What about the trailer trash? 
Read about Goldilocks 
Botox bobbysocks 
modelled by Amanda Knox. 
Look out, Joe, 
you're spoiling the show. 
Don't watch features, 
don't dance in the bleachers. 

Get hired, get fired, 
get rich, get stitched, 
get tired, get wired, 
get hitched, get ditched. 
They got the cops at backstop, 
Al Gore keeping score 
'tween the Poors 
and Dirt-Poors, 
'tween the Haves 
and Have-Mores. 

John Wayne's vanished. 
He's off to learn Spanish.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member THE SUPREME LEADER


A gentle man of peace who greatly respects human life
Has faced the difficult decision he must stand and fight,
Well within his Powers to end a terrorist world-wide strife.
He didn’t start the conflicts or wild and fiery contagion
But he finished it quickly, with no reserve or consternation.

An evil regime leader challenged him with threats and lies,
With no care for his own people’s welfare or valuable lives.
The enemy’s death-toll tally still rising within Israel’s borders, 
    he threatens still
To carry out nuclear destruction against his own people’s will.

For 50 years the Ayatollahs killed their own and reigned with an iron hand,
And spread terror, torture, destruction and death across Israel’s land.
Now Iran’s military leaders are annihilated one by one with a stealthy hand,
And their nuclear weapons turned to shrapnel glistening in the sand.

One final time President Trump offered peace instead of conflict and war
To the so-called Supreme Leader of Iran but his rejection was sure.
In his arrogance and delusion, he still calls for death to America, death to Israel.
His people and proxies withdraw their support, unsure what they are fighting for.

An ancient ideology, a belief sustained with thousands of deaths along the way
Offers no future, no hope, no way to support the masses who never had a say.
It’s clear and decisive what now must be done to restore order and a future.
Our Supreme Leader, President Donald Trump will never stop or turn away.

He will not bend, negotiate or soften his stance against the glaring truth.
Iran cannot and will not have a weapon that will end millions of lives.
It is clear to the Ayatollah that much has now shifted as he heads underground,
His lethal military leaders and proxy supporters are nowhere to be found.
The true Supreme Leader is President Donald J Trump.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Due Veneration

Since industrialization there’s been agitation frustration palpitation trepidation vociferation
And unequivocal asseveration in favour of our planet’s welfare glorification and protection

Premeditated or not, the results on the planet are nothing short of brutalization and martyrization
Damage is irreversible and orchestrated with acceleration towards matricide and genocide no question

Axiomatic domination exploitation contamination violation decimation decapitation
Take their toll from appropriation to deforestation, amputating earth’s lungs without arbitration

Patronizing politicians greedy for ovations ignore aggravation assassination brutification asphyxiation 
Not fooling anyone with altruistic motives of lavishing ones with undue admiration and accreditation

We’re beyond allegations and accusations of criminal irresponsible desensitization and legitimation 
Way beyond denials repudiation vacillation and claiming a convocation for immediate restoration

The truth is we’re an actualized and glorified civilization cohabitating with vegetation and crustacean  
We claim to have more intelligence yet all we show is irreverence greed alienation and agglomeration

The truth is the damage humans have created in the last hundred years amounts to irreparable laceration
Optimists say it’s not too late to opt for self-preservation with inspiration adaptation and indoctrination…



AP: 1st place 2022

Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest TRIPLE A CHALLENGE sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH  -  RANKED 8TH
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member The Slacker

While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers 
that have ever come to be.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Taking Care of Business

There are things one must do,
In this world to survive,
If one's to get through,
This life and contrive,

Not to lean on the goodness,
Of those that we love,
And expect them to put,
Our own welfare above,

The things that they need,
For their own livlihood.
One prepares for one's future,
As everyone should.

A rebel is one,
Who ignores all the rules,
And looks on the wise,
As sheep and as fools,

For deciding to follow,
A straight, narrow path,
And steer clear of trouble,
And clean up their act;

For in making decisions,
You decide your own fate,
And trial and error,
Brings wisdom too late.

You'll lose in the long run,
Unless you can learn,
Your mistakes must be paid for,
And honor is earned,

When you take care of business,
And keep your nose clean,
And follow the rules,
'stead of fighting the reigns.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Blindness Surgeon

October 7 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 9-10

Key Verse – John 9:1-3 And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.  And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BLINDNESS SURGEON			
	
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You manifest to me Your divine vision
Thank You for Your being my Light, anointing me with Your compassion
And also for washing my iniquities’ corruption…
Now, I receive Your heavenly sight’s illumination.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You show to me Your miracles so great
Thank You for Your being my Creator, subduing existence-debate
And also for forgiving my confessed sins with Your mercy’s rate…
Now, I yield to Your might, with full trust’s weight.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You reveal to me Your truthfulness
Thank You for Your being my Healer along Your awesome marvelousness
And also for hearing my prayer by Your graciousness…
Now, I abide in Your faithfulness.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You expose to me Your holy standard
Thank You for Your being my Shepherd, directing to be Your diligent steward
And also for putting me in Your service-vineyard…
Now, I follow You, fleeing always to Your safeguard.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You guide me to Your safe pasture
Thank You for Your being my life-Giver, bringing me to Your worthy treasure
And also for teaching me to lay myself before You midst earthly pressure…
Now, I feast in Your blessings that eternally assure.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You accompany me with Your authority
Thank You for Your being my Saviour of supreme sovereignty
And also for protecting me within Your safety…
Now, I do good works to exalt You and Your majesty.

Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon, 
and You keep me in Your care
Thank You for Your being my Defender against the enemies that dare
And also for encompassing me with Your triumphant welfare…
Now, I serve You joyously while Your Gospel I willingly share.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My 9-Line Life, 5 To 17

Born the fourth child in a four-room brick house on a large farm in northern Mississippi where cotton was king and hard cheap labor was queen, both of whom were enthroned with little concern for the rights of people or the welfare of children.  Educated in second class schools equipped with hand me down books, second-hand furniture, and old school buses to transport children in the rural who lived miles and miles from the campus.  In spite of the second-time-around tools of education, from age 5 to 17, I was blessed with the best of teachers.  So much more could be said of them and how they impacted my life.

09242018PoSoupContest, Your Life in Nine Lines or Less, Anthony Slausen
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Have a Cuppa

We used to just have a cup of coffee

	Black

		Possibly with milk

			Maybe with sugar

Mostly on Sundays and with cream as a bonus


Today they call it caffe latte or cappuccino

	Americano for the purist

                From a fancy machine

			With intricate pads

Anytime everywhere all day long


Espresso and hard pressed for choice

	Salted caramel mocha

		Strawberry frappuccino

			Machiato or Mochaccino

Did the wallet grow with the taste


But the ultimate gimmick on the luxurious decadence scale

Chewed and spit out seeds collected for Monkey Coffee or

Kopi Luvak or palm civet beans basically half digested poop


For one hundred dollars a pound I volunteer to add enzyme

And flavour to mucus secretion purely organic and human

Free trade maximum wage and organically tested intestines


At a price I would consider to s(h)it in a greenhouse in Iceland

Or gaze at Taj Mahal Paddington Station or the Eiffel Tower

Volcanic eruptions with Ricinus oil are available at a surcharge


Gluten free habitat and vegan production site can be arranged

Hypo allergenic and guaranteed lactose tolerant for milky coffee

The crap has no limits and animal welfare comes at a premium


Ingenious and indigenous I vow to cater for all upper class smells

Calibrate flatulence and ingestion ablutions elimination and harvest

So you my dear customer can metaphorically kiss my solvent behind



Who says that one cannot turn faeces into money by milking some fools

09th January 2020

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