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Why should we
be allotted a day at all
there is no allotment
we carry the load
we always have
we always will
it is au naturale
we succeed
the pain, or,
somehow
just proceed
despite it all
the ripping open
of seals, torn -
the message crowns,
at the opening
the trident
at the door
inside, revealed
we are
the strength
potentate
high above
the little man
the smaller
sacrament
the Mother
that birthed
it all
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.”
Barber, Samuel. Adagio. Strings.
William Makepeace Thackeray.
International Womens' Day.
...They make sex just like a handshake,
but soon enough you will find
throwing out what should be valued
does bad things to womens' minds,
makes it very hard to pair-bond,
be happy with a good man,
they compare him to others who
have become their also-rans.
The sex loses all value and
so does the partner himself,
becomes seen as replaceable,
as the divorce rates does tell,
leaving broken-up families,
endless drama in the courts,
all because feminists once said
it’s freeing to act like whores.
Worst still, they encourage the end,
proclaim marriage is a trap,
give cover to breaking a home
by declaring all men trash.
Make women think it’s a good thing
to shatter lives and to rend,
since women now initiate
divorce at eighty percent!
Upping their risk of poverty,
that their kids might be abused,
that they’ll end up dysfunctional,
or even shoot up a school.
And more and more these young women
never do have families,
they were told that their greatest cause
was the ‘right’ to kill babies!
The one thing girls alone can do,
the source of our {whole species",
and feminists taught them it was
okay to kill kids freely.
Taught them it wasn’t a person,
declared that a human life
matters much less than convenience,
or fun on a Friday night.
Like savages from days of old
sacrificing to their ‘gods,’
they butcher those than they should love,
don’t even thing it that odd.
Even now, when our birth rates fall
so low that we can’t replace,
they still clamber to kill unborns;
a cruel, barbaric disgrace.
Feminists have taught women that
their children have no value,
don’t even have to let them live,
much less raise them if you do.
And they claim that this is ‘progress,’
this destructive, awful creed…
women less happy each decade,
and still they won’t stop the bleed.
It’s killed societies before,
no need to follow that path,
you’re best rejecting all their lies,
yes, feminism is crap.
Two decades ago this story began
Founded by one of the Robinson Clan.
The weekend is always the second in July
Its the gathering of a unique group of guys.
In honour of The Late Arthur L. Heron
Who would be swinging his clubs in heaven
The trophies grand and tall and bears the names
The history of winners engraved to remain
They all arrive early in the afternoon
A simular scene to National Lampoons
It's Wimbledon, Golf and AFL at it's best
Three days of endurance put to the test.
A quick 9 holes of golf out on the green
Will determine the weekends competing teams
Men's semi finals back to back Friday night
Saturday morning hits off with the golf course in sight.
They then venture into the 19th hole
Relaxing with large consumptions of alcohol
Saturday night the womens finals and AFL
The food, tall stories and catch-ups to tell
Sunday morning theyre all weary with sore heads
As they drag themselves out of their beds
With panadol in hand they are back on the course
For the final day of Golf feeling a little remorse
When the Golf is over and the trophy is claimed
Everyone's poor performance the alcohol is blamed
It's then back to Wimbledon the mens finals to see
A few more drinks and snacks, all happy as can be
And thats it! it's over! They down the final beers.
But its never really over as they'll be back next year.
The competition for the Arthur L. Heron Cup
Is an honour these guys will never give up
It's a magical bond between these guys
The feeling is sad as they say goodbye
The memories made they will embrace
And practice all year for next years 1st place
Authors Note:-
Kurt requested a poem for me to write
With Golf, Wimbledon, AFL and you guys in sight
I hope he reads it well and he mentions me
I'm the author known as Derani, but nicknamed Dee.
The teams from all over the world,
Met down and under the world,
They came from Asia, Africa, Europe,
Latin America, North America, and all over the world.
The Women were young girls, stout and healthy,
In every game, they showed their vigor and muscle,
The expressions of scored goal were portrait kept in heart,
A missed goal was a heartbreak, they still tried their best.
Every game was delightful to watch,
The faces showed the expression of kicks,
Size and stature did not make any difference,
Tackle, passing, headers, and shots, what made all the difference,
Being a sport fan, I salute all the teams,
No matter who won, you all were my winners.
Do you realize that your "LIFE IS IMPORTANT": SO BE IT AND SO IT IS!Will you in your understanding realize and try to have some "Happiness" and have "GOOD INTENTIONS" for your fellow human beings? Bad intentions for your fellow human beings ,no matter what their "Religious Faith" sends "The One With Bad "Intentions to "Hell for "Eternity"!!!!!!! Your "SOUL and SPIRIT "is "IMPORTANT",so strive and keep that thing in.........tact.......run and tell that!!You ought to run and "TELL THAT"! Jesus Christ came "OUT" from "GOD"!The "HOLY SPIRIT"came out from "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY": THERE IS "ONE SPIRIT"and that is "THE SPIRIT IS THE SPIRIT THAT CREATED THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF THE LIVING GOD WHO IS JESUS CHRIST!THE HOLY SPIRIT CAME OUT FROM GOD JUST LIKE JESUS CHRIST!"The "ONE HOLY SPIRIT"is going to "TAKE OVER""EVERYTHING" FOR "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY"WHOES "HOLY NAME IS "JEHOVAH" WHO "ALLAH" PRAYS TO!ALLAH PRAYS TO JEHOVAH WHO IS "SOVEREIGN",as "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY OVER ALLAH OR ANY WHO CALLS THEMSELVES "GOD"!ALLAH OR ANY GOD GETS ON THEIR KNEES ,AND "PRAYS TO "THE HOLY NAME OF THE OF GOD "JEHOVAH" !LOOK up the names of god and you will find that ALLAH is "NOT" a name of "GOD"! ALLAH is a GOD that must pray to"THE HOLY NANE OF THE LIVING GOD"WHO IS "JEHOVAH"!LOOK up the names of god,and allah "IS NOT A NAME OF GOD"!Your "BODY is "Important",and you may drink so you must think,and be concerned about that body,aqnd keep it healthy,and not let it stink from too much drink!!!!!It is "IMPORTANT" to be ,,"LOVING",SINCERE,COMPASSIONATE,and "HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS"or you will "DIE"!!!!! BAD INTENTIONS LETS YOU DIE EARLY FOR THOSE WHO TREAT YOU"GOOD"!!!!!!!IT IS "IMPORTANT TO HAVE "GOOD INTENTIONS FOR THOSE WHO YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH OR "THE BAD "INTENTIONS THAT YOU HAVE FOR THOSE YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH WILL COME TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WITHOUT FAIL FOR SURE!"ACHIEVE SOMETHING GOOD" SO THAT "YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL BE A PART OF THAT WHICH IS "BEAUTIFUL"!!!BAD INTENTIONS FOR A PERSON WHO IS ACHIEVING SOMETHING GOOD WILL SEND THAT PERSON TO "HELL"FOR SURE :NO MATTER WHAT THEIR WORK OR PROFESSION! THAT IS GOOD!TAKING AWAY "WOMENS RIGHTS" BY "REPUBLICANS" WHO TRY TO MAKE "THE U.S.A" LIKE AFGANISTAN IS REALLY WHY REPUBLICANS WILL BE VOTED OUT OF "POLITICAL OFFICE FOREVER!
"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears
reversing reflections
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green
On the breaking shores
there the Lonely Rewind
is floating amidst The Shallows
resurfaced, cracked open and laid bare
her black treasures
boiling over inky interior
spilt darkly the soul
now sharp and split in two
a gift from the damned
walking out into the blistery wind
where sourness all around
whispers a soft war
of unclaimed, unwanted
forgotten voices,
The Lost and Lonely,
way past the end of their world,
where heartbreak is spurned
resurrect into burning birds
from the cold veined inferno,
The Silent Ocean of Reprieve
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When I Was Older"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/HSCREQjxPHE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Billie-eilish-when-i-was-older-lyrics
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." Butler
"She told me she’d be a phoenix.” The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. “They don’t really exist.” “She said that depends on whether or not there’s someone who can see them." Picoult
"One does not need to be against womens suffrage," the London Times editorialized in 1908, "to see that some of the more violent partisans of that cause are suffering from hysteria. We use the word not with any scientific precision, but because it is the name most commonly given to a kind of enthusiasm that has degenerated into habitual nervous excitement."' Gilman
"Lady Lazarus", Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49000/lady-lazarus
Olivia, or Livvy, is a Sky Academy Sports Scholar,
Competes in sprint T38 and long jump events F38.
She was born in Guildford, England, to a mother,
Who is Welsh and to a father who is of Irish state.
Born with Cerebral Palsy, Livvy raced at school,
In her primary years and she’s experienced
even though she’s very young. She has a stool,
At the Diamond League meets; she’s referenced.
She is coached by Jonas-Tawiah Doddo tough,
And Julie Hollman, and at the London Paralympics,
She won bronze in the 4x100m womens relay rough,
Doing very well in the 100m and in the 200m antics.
That same year and Holland, the Stadkanaal’s locale.
Livvy travelled to these IPC European Championships,
Where she procured the honour of the bronze medal,
Twice over, in the 100m and the 200 metre battleships.
Her mother’s country, Wales, in Swansea in 2014,
Livvy won at these Europeans a bronze and a silver,
In the 100m T38, and then in the 100m T35-38 gene,
Storming to victory like a train needing to deliver.
Then in 2015 in Qatar at the World Champs in Doha,
She won the gold with three team mates in the relay,
In the 4x100m they did pound with speed and power,
‘Cos Livvy had Di Dougherty as her mentor to sleigh.
2016, and the Grosseto Europeans happened in Italy,
And Livvy won a gold medal to boast about back home.
Then in Rio she came 7th in the 100m sprint, her tally,
But she was removed from the relay so she did moan.
THEY WISHED TO HAVE
FUN AND THOUGHT A PARTY
WOULD BE THE BEST WAY,
( AND CHEAPEST) TO
HAVE HER SON'S BIRTHDAY
PARTY, HER FREINDS
ENGAGMENT PARTY
AND HER OWN
BIRTHDAY PARTY.
aLL IN ONE, WOULD
ALLOW THE WHOLE
BUNCH TO DO-IT
AT ONE TIME.
SHE NEVER LIKED PARTIES,
REMINDED HER
HAVING TO EXPLAIN TO A
LARGE CROWD OF PEOPLE
THE RULES OF GATHERING,
SHE ASKED IN WRITTING
ALL INVOLVED TO
BE ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR.
SHE KNOW THAT A CERTAIN BUNCH OF
WOMEN WOULD DO SOMETHING TO RILE
THE NERVES OF SIR QUIBBLE. SINCE
NO ONE SPOKE AGAINST THESE
WOMENS METTLING, THEY
THOUGHT IT WAS RIGHT FOR THEM TO
CREATE SITUATIONS WERE THEY WOULD
BE SEEN AS OVERPOWERED
AND THE " FAIR LE SAY" I LATTER
LEARNED IT MEANT
"THE SWEET LITTLE TROUBLED WOMAN".
THAT SOME OF THESE MEN WERE SEQUACIOUS
AND LACKED TRUST BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER
THEY OFTEN LABELED THOSE WHO COULDN'T
FIND WOMAN TO MARRY AND PROCREATE WITH
AS "BLACKHAT HUSY LIKERS" AND THOSE WHO
COULD FIND WOMAN AND WERE
WELL LIKED BY LADIES AS " WHITE HAT DOERS"
WHEN ONE WOMAN READ THE LIST OF PEOPLE
INVITED TO THE PARTY, SHE SPOKE THE FELLA'S
NAME AND SAID, SATURADAY mARCH 12,
IS BLACK HAT SUNDAY, A DAY THAT WHORES
HAVE WAY, THESE MEN SHALL
FIND COUPLING EASIER AND MORE ENJOYABLE.
WE THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT UNTIL
DAY OFF THE PARTY,
SHE CAME IN WITH A BEAUTIFUL GOWN,
THAN SHE SAID LOOK
AND WE DID AND SHE LIFTED HER GOWN
TO REVEAL HER KNICKERS
SHE SAID...
"THESE MEN LACK
THE INTELLEGENCE OF
KNOWING A WOMAN, A WOMAN
WITH ROOTS IN GOSSIP CIRCLES
THESE FOOLS NEED TO BE
AROUND A CHICK THAT'S
GOT IT GOING ON "
SHE CAME ON THE BACK OF A PICK-UP TRUCK
WITH MEMBERS OF THE ORCHEASTRA
SHE TOLD ONE LADY, IF I'M PREGANT
I'M GONNA NAME MY CHILD RADIOWAVE
CAUSE MUSIC WASN'T THE ONLY
THING INVISIBLE LAST NIGHT.
WHEN THE FELLA WIFE FINDS OUT
I GUESS WE GONNA IGHT OR SOMETHING
SHE TOLD US THE FUN STARTS WHEN THE
LAST MAN GET'S HIS,
I GUESS THEY PUT THE CONDUCTER IN THE BACK!
FROM PART ONE OF "USALLY FROM PRIVILEGED"
THE STORY OF "THE SEACITY WHORE" A STORY
ABOUT A WOMAN WHO BECAME WEALTHY
WHEN INVENTING THE CAN SHAPED
APPERATUSS ON D. W. NEWTON'S TIMEMACHINE.
FICTION 1934, NEW YORK, NEW YORK,
COPYRIGHT USE WITH PERMISSION
THE STORY INSPIRED THE SONG "DISK CORE RAIN"
FROM THE STAGE PRODUCTION "
"COMFORTS AND COMPANIONSHIP"
What got for supper man?
I got 2 quarts of stewed tomatoes
3 cups of cooked grounded pork
1& 1/2 package of taco seasoning
3 cups of cooked pinto beans
1 cup of cooked collards chopped
5 tablespoons of garlic
1 cup of carmelized onion
1 /4 cup of chopped cilantro
1/ 4 cup of lime juice
I cook it it reduce, set aside
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cook about 13 cups of rice
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Hot water cornbread
4 cups of cornmeal
2.5 cups of water
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar
1 T garlic powder
2 T of onion powder
5 T buttermilk
cook,cool,make patties,and fry!
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Cooked my cabbage in hock broth
with potatoes and carrots
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Pureed raspberry and ginger root and honey
Mixed with sprite and gin and serve.
Darling sweetie, honey bunch!
Beso, Kissey, Prettygal!
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Lonely is a man Without Love
"Quando m'innamoro"
Mixed with Samples
from "ALL Your Goodies are Gone"
Parliment......Multible Womens and Mens
she lefteded me I stayed on A Sailboat.
I rewrote several songs in
a collaberated efford .
We can up with this
track a modern Cleaner version with no
refrances to legallity.
Steering a Sailboat"
You
stood by my side
tall
unafraid
unyielding,
a tower of
strength!
You were:
my doctor
my mother
my sister
my nurse
my paramedic
my guardian angel.
Ready you were:
to oppose the invading virus
to protect me, your child,
to cure me
to save my life.
Day by day
night after night
vigilant you stood
depriving yourself:
of sleep
of food
of your family.
Little by little
your efforts paid off
the enemy retreated
I recovered.
Jubilant you were
ecstatic
shouting for joy
for
having rescued me from
death's embrace.
I left the hospital
returned home:
to my wife
to my children
to my family.
A few days later
I tried to contact you
to show my appreciation
for your many sacrifices
and
to thank you for offering me
the gift of life
Alas
you were not there.
They told me you had passed away
victim
to the disease, you had fought against
for to cure me.
You had left they said
for a better world
a world,
where our Lord of love a special place
had reserved for you:
His newly declared saint!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 March 2021
www.unwomen.org/en/news/stories/2020/11/announcer-international-womens-day-2021
*UN Women has set the theme for International Women’s Day, 8 March 2021 (IWD 2021) as, “Women in leadership: Achieving an equal future in a COVID-19 world.” The theme celebrates the tremendous efforts of women and girls around the world in shaping a more equal future and recovery from the COVID-19 pandemic
I dedicate this poem to all women and girls who have fought the invading enemy and especially to those who fell victims to COVID-19. R.I.P.