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Donald John,
I'm troubled by how you describe
your detractors,
Those who stubbornly refuse to see you
as Earth's Messianic Protagonist
and Good WarMongering Business Guru.
For example?
Fake
Not quality
Coward
Elitist
Not Truly Elite
Poor
Traitor
Unclean
Unmanly
Jealous
Loser
Alien
Whiner
Cripple
Parasite
Not SuperElite
Need I go on?
No. Those sound familiar
as bullying words
used against me
when I was even younger
and not yet well-endowed.
Do you think,
now that you are the USA's
four to eight year CEO,
It might be safe
to turn these internal bullying voices off
by turning your non-violent communication skills on?
I wasn't aware
I have such skills
for WinWin
Both/And dipolar comparison and cooperation
rather than WinLose bicameral competitions.
Imagine RightBrain cooperatively-owned
sacred ecological real estate
but also secular WinWin Yang assertive integrity
organically fueled by matriarchal WiseElder
yin-nurturing
non-violent surprises
of post millennial womb rebirth
Heading toward 2020
multicultural non-violent communication norms
for economic and political BothLeft-AndRight
WinWin outcomes
Born of polycultural experience
polypathic memory
polyphonic harmony
polynomial revolutions
inviting us to change our competitive bullying voices
into cooperative capital-investing ZeroZone
pro-democracy choices
for
and of
and with
and by
and through EarthGreen Rights
Are not best said
with LeftBrain bullying redmeat word-choices
for those who respectfully
and maturely
and patriotically/matriotically
EarthRights disagree
that a multicultural healthy democracy
should ever be a weapon
for economic colonizing
bullying non-elites
Yet cooperatively agree
our greatest wealth
is found in vocational tools
for global ecological/theological creolization
of integrity's co-arising
PositivEnergy Democracy
Paradise Green/RedHearted
resurrecting ZeroSoul
HolySpirit-HolonicNature revolution
of true liberty's Great Creolizing Promise.
I'm often troubled by how I describe
my DonaldJohn detractors,
BananaHeads who stubbornly refuse to see me
as Earth's WinWin Protagonist
and Good GreenTherapeutic CoInvesting Guru.
The tale of Sad Sack Sammy,
So the story goes.
A walking, talking, whiner,
Suffering his woes.
He never ever smiled,
Had nothing good to say.
He whimpered like a sissy,
All the livelong day.
His mood would always swing,
At home or when at school.
Sometimes melancholy,
Then complaining like a fool.
A lousy, luckless, loner,
Grew up without a friend.
No one could stand his presence,
'Cause he ranted till the end.
His fate would change at Fifty,
This local resident.
He chose a different path,
And ran for President.
Now everyone that knew him,
Was caught up on the blind side.
When all the votes were counted,
He won it by a landslide.
Airing My Gripes
Written: by The Whiner
1/18/2021
We’ve arrived at a place where we’ve mail in voting,
and media's become a politics machine.
Most every state now, has legalized gun toting,
a rock and a hard place we’re now living between.
Protesters riot, loot and history erase,
and liberal cities vote to defund police.
Our monuments and Capitol we now deface,
and one has to wonder if we'll return to peace?
We've weaponized Covid giving states final say,
our churches and schools remain virtually closed.
We've in turn let big cities call the shots their way,
not many positive things are being proposed.
Elected officials think money grows on trees,
everything's viewed as another racist sequel.
Rampant talk of socialism now floats on a breeze,
as long as there's hatred, things won't become equal.
Now toward socialism we see ourselves sliding,
America won’t ever be the same again.
Too many have disdain for the law abiding,
things won't get better until we turn from our sin.
It is our little monthly my-parents-hated-me-the-most-contest
It starts after the third round of beers and is hilarious.
There are six of us and at least three should know better.
Winnie the whiner usually starts it for obvious reasons.
“I almost died at two and Mom said she wished I had.”
“My brother hit me in the face with a bat at four.”
“RULES,” the rest of remind her.
“My dad denied I was his.” Weird since she had his face.
“My mom called me idiot,stupid, and dummy.”
The rest of the nod, remembering her endearments for me.
“My seven siblings do not speak to me or claim me.”
“Doesn’t count,” “RULES!” We are ruthless about this.
Interrupting each other now, we get louder and uglier.
The best part of this contest happens as we head out.
The other people dining almost always stand and cheer.
At least they like us!
" The Untold story of Africa"
Tearjerker of a Winner not a whiner! Iam an Achiever , bathed in Adidas.....forgiven by Madiba..lam an African Warrior.
The massacre of my people at own's hand , the abomination of Boko Haram....peace be in Nigeria.
The land of my brothers and Sisters.
Somalian Wars..... stop the shooting.End the looting in Mzansi know they are looking! Women and children not safe in the hands of an African Man, Tata Africa what do we do?
Ikhanda lemphakathi lost , defeated and victimized by the devil ..Men of Africa we are now a disgrace, we need help from the bosom that gave birth to our existence .How dare you lay a hand on flowers that illuminate society?
Shallow is the mindset of this sad and pathetic clown , think not with that " weapon" in your pants....abantwana bethu abekho safe.....Fathers come from Mothers therefore Men protect imbali zomhlaba for they are the precious nugget of the world!
FOOTLES FOR THE BIRDS AND THE BEASTS -
Bad-*** old bear:
Grizzly
Grizzly
Dachshund making critical life choices:
Eenie
Weenie...
Cougar from Arizona:
Yuma
Puma
Cowardly Cock-a-Doodle-Doer:
Chicken
Chicken
Slave Driving Beaver:
Dam it
Damn it!
Aptly named female feathered friend:
Robin
Robin
Alaska poacher gets mauled by a:
Polar's
Molars
Overweight Terrier:
Porky
Yorkie
Scavenger Mores:
Vulture
Culture
After sex, bears often share a:
Yogi
Stogie
Neutered Tomcat:
Benign
Feline
Wolf in Sheep’s clothing:
Mutton
Glutton
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
Teenie
Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
.........................................
RANDOM AND RATHER REDICULOUS FOOTLES -
Overweight law enforcement official:
Whopper
Copper
Overweight Janitor:
Whopper
Mopper
Spaced-out church officer:
Freekin’
Deacon
Church officer forced to depend on Depends:
Leakin'
Deacon
Unhappy restaurant client:
Diner
Whiner
Cosa Nostra restaurant special:
Mobster
Lobster
Yep, you guessed it. A criminal Crustacean:
Lobster
Mobster
Why did she slap me? All I did was:
Toot her
Hooter
Careless Urologist:
Pecker
Wrecker
*I am only stating facts I observed at hearings and from witnesses and my opinion. If you comment with info that is opposing, I will leave it there if not insulting, but may not answer, only because it is not my intension to debate or argue the issue. I am only exercising freedom of speech. If you don’t like it, please ignore…thank you!
Dead people voted
More votes than legal voters
Votes flipped per internet
Truth was in the win
Trucks of ballots dumped at night
Cheating while sleeping and more
Call me a whiner
Try to call me a liar
Witness lives were threatened
Watch Lindell’s 90
Full evidence is revealed
Justice must not be ignored
Heidi Sands
7/6/21
(This is a fictional poem)
You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied.
If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside.
You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef
My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths.
You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny.
I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny.
You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner.
You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner.
I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return.
I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.
Our severe pain is unforgivable at eternal night.
I twist over, my brain hustling with mystic insight.
Cries made me exuberantly sad, letting my sting.
I felt bound that could never be fit of stirring.
Your gloomy yell penetrates the serene quietness.
Leastwise, I realized you'd befall a whiner pitiless.
You've arrived at my most prominent gateway.
Once again, it roused me up, as it had all sultry day.
I let forward a puncturing shout of agony.
Once again, I will not scorn the cease eagerly.
And reject the thoughts mugging my reasoning.
Grasp my once-living voguish is promptly dying.
The blade was in a distinct area to my brawny arms.
Reverberations of our ultimate hug hang my eyes.
Such much sorrow stuffed into a cramped space.
And all I lack is to regain a place in the audience.
I'd wisely prefer seeing genuine compassion.
Except for me, everyone is in repletion.
Afterward, why are you pounding on my door?
I was dodging, similar to the mild night before.
I'm going to have you removed right away.
It happened as soon as it was made defray
My supplications and asks for salvage were unmet.
I'm mindful of our dreadful period once onset.
How random do you admit your mentality?
But voicing regret isn't enough in this vicinity.
Remember me for a type of contact with you.
Sorry for the hassle, yet my choice is too true.
It was vital for me to do what I did.
I couldn't stay with you anymore; I want a slid.
I needed to awaken and concede my misstep.
That you'd follow me until the night with no pep.
We can scarcely improve anything right yet.
And I must say I'm right from the outset.
For the time term, "I'm apologetic" will not vow.
You've broken my soul and granted me a bow.
You can't undo the wrongs you've done.
You didn't opine over what you shun.
You had the only choice but to perform this.
But our relationship has cooled an abyss.
Can't you consider your acts have altered you?
Supporting for my freedom to cognition blew.
However, it needed lasting by till ends survival.
Rusty mind that deadly sins were unforgivable.
Written: November 11, 2021
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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