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Hillary is cooked Bills time not overlooked
Their crimes way overbooked
Democrats and Republicans alike
Caught on a barbed hook
Americans don't need another look
The Clinton Foundation indicted like crooks
We didn't hire any of them to cook the books
I'm sure they all shook when they took a look
Through all of their lies
They have worked up like spies
America so wise
You’re all guilty in her eyes
We are not willing to compromise
All along they were planning our demise
While the big bad wolf hides in disguise
Mueller playing both sides of the fence
If I was Obama
I would be looking for a good defense
He left so much corruption in his wake
Most Americans knew he was a fake
The collusion and election tampering
Heating up like a red hot injection
Looks like Trump is taking this country
In a whole new direction
America's complexion is clearing up
Like he promised
With plenty of protection
From these kinds of infections
Pedophilia from Washington to Hollywood
Running scared up to no good
Across the board, America is floored
Trump screaming it will not be ignored
He will cut through it like a mighty sword
Oh Lord I pray each and every day
You clean up our government
Who would act this way
So much has been left to decay
While all of it on display
Tried to do it the Bush's way
But they let our towers fall that day
Just like Bush Sr. before to start another war
To line their pockets even more
Uranium One has come undone
The evil that has been spun
The democratic party on the run
It would appear that many have much to fear
Because the end is very near
They have bet it all on their careers
It's clear that politics in Washington
Have been nothing but a big smear
Set to ignite and just disappear
Pay to play the shadow governments way
Should be dealt with in a very public display
Taking all of Satan's power away
From those who would betray
Americans by lying about why they want '
To round up our guns
Wake up America
They're not playing for fun
While they spun their awful run
This is to let them know crimes against America
That won't come undone
It's we the people that will have won
Shadow government is all done
...He looked around frantic as he struggled to breath.
“It’s all happening at once, I just can’t believe…
I know that they are all waiting, will want to record,
but right now it doesn’t seem so simple any more,
with all my family’s been saying…don’t know what to do,
and I’d hate if all this took me away from you!”
She stroked his hand and said,”Jack, you have to relax,
you have the chance to make music, that is a fact.
You tell me it’s what you want, so I think you should sign,
and not pass this up waiting for a better time.”
He said,”But if we go on tour, you know what that means?"
She said,”I know, but I’d never impede your drams.”
So Jack left with the band, and it was bittersweet,
they soon cracked the Top 40, which was no little feat.
Black Jack and The Shirkers would soon go platinum,
known for hypnotic hooks and songs of drink and fun.
Jack was modest at first, but soon embraced the fame,
all the parties and groupies who sere so far from tame…
Yes, the albums and the riches piled up in droves,
there was no sort of indulgence he did not know,
he had a big mansion, he drove fancy sport cars,
no one could image he’d ever go this far.
But as his twenties rolled on he soon started to see
deep within him a cold, growing despondency.
It started as a trickle, a fatigue he couldn’t shed,
them slowly grew until it filled up most of his head,
the gnawing sense that all of this was just skin deep,
before long it made it hard for Jack even to sleep.
The shrinks couldn’t help him, the gurus just annoyed,
so he thought back to the last time he’d felt real joy.
He realized it was that last night that he had seen Kay,
about no other woman had he felt that way,
for all of the drama he’d had his senior year
he remembered how with here there had been no fear,
just a quiet acceptance, she’d listened and cared,
and that was how Jay found himself going back there.
He was twenty-seven, eight whole years had gone past,
and he knew it was crazy, but he had to ask,
had to see for himself if some small spark remained,
if she could still see the real him through the trappings of fame.
It wasn’t all that hard to find her new address,
so he worked up his courage, and put on his best...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
I'm eight years old,
And I'm in a mess.
We have not that much money,
not even enough, to buy my sister a dress.
So think, think, think. What can I do?
I can go door to door,
And ask for a spare dime,
But, there are so many doors,
And I don't have that kind of time.
I can call Grandpa Jack,
I know he has big bucks,
But he only gives it out, to people
who are down on their luck.
I could write a letter to my Grandma Jean,
She's always been really hip to the scene!
My Dad would give me the money I bet,
But not until I worked up a good sweat!
I might come back to this one,
Depending how desperate I get.
The want ads? I wonder
if they have a job,
for me?
Yes, but, you have to be
between the ages of eighteen
and sixty-three.
This isn't working!
My sister is starting to cry.
She knows just how to work me,
I can't take it, to see a big tear in her eye.
I told her, "not to worry. I'll make it happen,
wait and see. You'll have a pink dress,
down to your knees."
So I sat down and put my head in my hands,
And I sat like that, until I came up
with a
plan.
Here's what I decided to do...
I went to my closet,
I started digging from the top.
It took forever, to get to the bottom,
the place I could stop.
I cleaned, stacked and sorted,
then priced all my stuff.
Surely, all of this would bring
more than enough!
Then I sold all the things,
that I didn't need.
By the end of the day, all the change
in my pocket, was enough money indeed!
So, down to the store,
I pedaled to quick!
So fast, in fact, I started feeling
quite sick!
I pulled from my pocket, all the cash
I'd worked for.
Then exchanged it for a pretty pink dress,
I knew my sister would adore.
Back on my bike, the dress flying behind.
All this work, all this effort!
But, could I make it back home in time?
I threw down my bike, as I caught the dress
from its flight.
Then, burst open the door, shouting
"Sis, close your eyes, tight!"
The look on her face, as I revealed
to her, the dress
Let me know as a brother, I was the best!
So I solved that problem,
Now I could relax.
There was no more stress,
over a silly old dress.
If you have a dragon, a great furnace he makes.
belching his fire can heat your entire place.
But, there is one problem, non initially foreseen;
you see dragons, like people, have their own dreams.
We’ve hired a new dragon and now I will tell,
the story of a dragon, who did very well.
So well in fact, that fame took him away
and we were left freezing, on a very cold day.
Most dragons hibernate in warm weather, you see;
but ours was an insomniac; he just couldn’t sleep.
Dreams of grandeur kept him awake;
his imagination soared; his ideas were just great.
He asked for his own blank journal and pen;
he filled it up quickly and asked us again, to
provide him with another and in them he stored,
hundreds of poems and sketches galore.
One day I went downstairs and imagine my shock;
he had hammer and chisel and was carving a rock!
He smiled as he chiseled and then moved away
and I’d been immortalized in marble, that day.
Oh he was so proud; his smile how it beamed
and he asked if I’d get him a bowl of ice cream.
He’d worked up a sweat, as stone carvers do
and then he asked if we had any nail glue.
He’d broken some claws while carving his rock;
Fortunately, we had our supply fully stocked.
He was patched up and really enjoyed his ice cream;
into his journal he recorded more things.
He filled volumes of journals and more
and then made notes on our walls and even on doors.
Well, we just couldn’t keep it all quiet, you see;
so the media got wind of his talent and dreams.
They camped on our lawn and he gave interviews;
would you believe it, the next thing we knew was that,
he could also sing and play guitar; had offers from producers
and publishers; someone gave him a car!
It was pretty clear he’d not be held back;
he gave us his car and went in to pack.
A limo was waiting to drive him away;
we all shed huge tears during that long, last day.
He referred an old friend for our heating needs
and headed for Hollywood; big producers to see.
Well, that was that, we felt he’d moved on,
but we soon discovered that we were wrong.
To be Continued...
1/23/21
I lived and learnt
Will I ever lift this curse?
I offer many gifts to Earth
It either did or didn't work
I ended up in last place or finished first
Got so much to do, before I'm in the dirt
I remained calm or went berserk
I'm a nice guy, even though at times I've been a jerk
On the go or staying inert
After what is hidden I search
At times I was all in
Or I was stallin
Often ballin
Or frequently being downfallen
Around areas with pollen
I've found peace in a world that can be chaotic
It went very well or turned out catastrophic
Being a continual fool or using logic
Call it what you want to call it
Always been a chronic stoner and alcoholic
Did little or it left me catatonic
Sometimes happy, often melancholic
Occasionally feeling nostalgic
Rarely ever do I frolic
If needed, I was brolic
At times it meant nothing or was symbolic
While folks were often being diabolic
Getting worked up
People quick to speak, and to cause the first punch
I struggled to understand, and also learned much
Been having the best and the worst luck
Too often I was sipping syrup
I was sluggish, or I had a burst of
Energy and continued to turn up
Doing something typical or what was unheard of
As bridges remained or were burnt up
It was kept quiet, always trying to hide it
Or leaked, causing others to riot
Because once again it was biased
And one-sided
Keeping folks divided
So that they would be simple minded
The outcome is yet to be decided
I've been David, and I've been Goliath
Was an ant and was a giant
I was at my lowest and I was at my highest
While below the constellation 'Orion'
On land among snakes and lions
And amid the sea near friendly ships or pirates
Remaining the same or a change in the climate
Based off of much more than science
They never wanted an alliance
Only compliance
That's why it was fatal for those that displayed defiance
During a time of crisis
Nearby a cypress
And a Ibis
Saw it all through my third eyelid and iris
A real one not no ficus
She first met the love of her life at the sweet tender age of twelve, he was a sixteen-year-old country redneck .of a young man. She had worked up the courage to tell him her name but on that one small ounce of courage, she didn't only tell him her name she told him a full dialogue of her life.
Embarrassed with herself she turned around and walked away from him, telling herself that she was an idiot figuring that he would never want to talk to her at all. For her it was love at first sight, to her surprise after a week he started talking to her, what's more, he was having her deliver his love letters to his girlfriend. Until one day he gave her a letter not for his girlfriend but for her, her heart skipped a beat when she went home.
The letter was short and straight to the point it said, 'Do you like me? Because I like you check yes or no.' It was a dream come true for her so of course, she checked yes, they started going out with each other until her mother found out about it and spilled them up.
The last time she saw him was on her front porch where they danced, kissed and he told her that he loved her. It was eleven years later when they met up again, she had already had a daughter by an ex-boyfriend who kicked them out for a neighbors wife.
They started dating again and now they have been together for four years, at first everything was going great and then he started to change. He now wants to have another woman join them in their bed because that is what he is used to, she doesn't want that but she'll do it for him to make him happy. Her happiness is just being with him and having her daughter also, but sometimes he makes her doubt his love for her. On more than one occasion he told her that he couldn't picture his life without her, he went one step further once by saying if she walked out of their house he would chase her and hunt her down because she means the world to him.
She believes him to a degree but at the same time, she has her doubts about what he says because he has already repeatedly broken her heart and almost her spirit with it. She might just put him to the test one day.
By: Vera Rice!
There is a voice within my head,
he’s been there all my life,
I’ve learned not to talk much of it,
or folks say, “He ain’t right.”
Some would thing that I’ve gone insane,
that I should go get help,
but the voice has done me no hard,
as far as I can tell.
If fact he seems to cheer me on
through every turn and twist,
I know this doesn’t make much sense,
but please consider this:
When I was eleven years old
I had a soccer game,
I wasn’t much the sporting type,
my performance was…lame.
They liked to put me on defense
so I couldn’t screw up,
but the last game of the season
I had a change in luck.
I had moved up to the midfield
and the ball came to me,
before me stood an open shot
and distracted goalie.
Instead of joy I felt frozen,
like all had gone amiss,
then the voice said, “You’re in the clear!
Go for it, you’ve got this!”
Needless to say, I made that shot,
my athletic high point,
was so happy I didn’t mind
that I had pulled my groin.
But six years later I did find
myself in a hard place,
this time it was over a girl
with a heavenly face.
The people all called her Trissa,
she seemed out of my reach,
my hands would get all clammy if
around her I did speak,
but somehow I worked up the nerve
to ask her to the prom,
as I walked up every heartbeat
seemed as loud as a bomb.
To think such a woman would deign
to give me just one kiss…
but the voice said, “She’s scared as you,
stand firm, boy, you’ve got this.”
Can you believe the voice was right?
We dated for five years,
got married right out of college,
then the real world appeared.
It was much harder than a school,
the workloads were intense,
I knew so little I don’t know
how I survived back them.
Moreover Triss soon fell pregnant,
and quietly, inside,
I feared knowing that small person
upon me would rely.
How could I shoulder all that weight?
I struggled at my job,
what kind of life could I provide,
I feared they’d both feel robbed.
But what I held that tiny girl,
saw her sleeping in bliss,
the voice spoke up and made it plain,
“Just relax, we’ve got this...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Here I am agian after another fight.
Driving on a deserted road out of sight.
Wipping away the tears thats blurring my eyes.
So worked up, I didn't see the fog in the skies.
I drove so long, I don't know how long it will last.
My car started to slow, I realized I'm out of gas.
With my frown turned lips, I took out my phone.
But then I seen that no signal had shown.
I tried to make a call, but it had no service.
Looking around I started to feel nervouse.
Then I noticed a car comming behind.
I seen the headlights as they shined.
A man got out of the car and he asked if I was ok.
I told him my problem, as my fear frayed away.
He told me he would give me a ride.
I said yes, never questioning why.
We drove for a while, no town or car in sight.
I started to feel that something wasn't right.
Then he spoke, said it's been a long time.
I was a little confused, then it hit my mind.
He was the same guy who stalked me.
We were younger, but how couldn't I see.
I noticed the change in his personality.
He dropped the nice guy foramlity.
He gripped the stearing wheel, knuckles pale.
I tried to open the door, but I failed.
Then I noticed how it was locked.
I was so stunned and so shocked.
I told him to stop and let me out.
He said nothing, so I started to shout.
He said my boyfriend stole me away.
Keeping his anger barely at bay.
He said he will steal me now.
Says he'll do it the only way how.
He started to speeD the car too fast.
Seeing the 'Road End' sign we had past.
Then I seen the cliff ten feet ahead.
He was so focoused, on he sped.
So I grabbed the wheel and jerked it right.
Spinning out of control with a blurry sight.
We stopped so hard, I felt so much pain and force.
There was a tree we slammed into being the source.
I look and see my kidnapper dead.
I looked at my hands only seeing red.
Still in shock, not seeing the gas soaking the ground.
But seeing the spark and the fire spreading all around.
Before I could reach the car door.
The car exploded and the flames soraed.
Two choices were made on two birthdays
One chose the rope,
the other chose the blade
Wickedness was full frontally displayed,
lying vanity's rear end led the parade
Kill, kill again
the marching band played
Pharaoh and Herod,
the only two names in the Holy Bible
said to have a birthday
They gave a feast and gathered all their friends,
got drunk on power
and wanted to taste blood
Pharaoh had a man imprisoned for three days in a cell,
he was scared as hell
after Joseph told him it wasn't gonna end well
He told the chief baker that he was gonna get hung ...
on the king of Egypt's birthday
Three days later, he got summoned
by Pharaoh, who then gave him the rope
And thus, his body swung
just as Joseph foretold
A prophet's song will always be sung
Herod gave a feast on his birthday also, and invited his friends too
He loved getting drunk on power,
and he liked tasting blood as well
He'd been wanting to kill John the Baptist,
whom he had locked up in a dungeon cell
John had told him and his brother's wife
things they didn't want to hear
They had a choice to make:
shut John's mouth or cover their ears
Herodias told her daughter to do
a nasty, dirty dance at the feast
Get her step daddy worked up
and he would make a vow to her publicly
Herod would give her anything she asked
while in the throes of throbbing desire
Herodias told her to ask for John the Baptist's head,
Herod won't go back on the vow he just said
He had to show all of his men gathered
that he was a man of his word
And if cutting off someone's head was what it took,
then he was a man who had the steely nerve
Herod was not afraid to make his sins grow larger,
so he granted a wicked birthday wish,
and brought John the Baptist's head on a silver charger
Herod and Pharaoh
were two bloody birthday men
Who when given a choice,
either or,
life or death ...
their birthday decision was made
One chose the rope,
the other chose the blade
Judgment now awaits them,
as they rest together in their rotting grave
I’ve gone through several dragons;
each one had to leave.
They’d discovered gifts and talents,
to make their lives complete.
Musicians, sculptors, chefs and more;
have trained within my home.
Once offered the chance to go, “Pro”;
they went right out the door.
And so, I searched for a dragon;
it took me quite awhile.
But, it was so important that,
I find the right one, with style.
When I finally found one,
and brought him to my home;
it wasn’t long till I found out;
he loved ice cream cones.
Eventually he worked up;
to fifteen cones, a day.
It was getting quite expensive;
he even swiped one from our pup!
“That was rude”, I told him;
“You had one of your own”.
So much ice cream, he did eat,
he was no longer slim.
If he began eating banana splits;
he’d weigh a million pounds;
so we told him, to get any,
he’d have to pay ten cents an ounce.
His ice cream face just melted,
into the biggest pout;
elephant tears welled up
and he acted like he’d been pelted.
The next day, he left the house,
we thought he’d gone for good.
Mid-day he came flying in,
he was wearing a new blouse.
Said he’d gotten a new part-time job,
driving an ice cream truck;
it was clear that dragon,
would probably eat up gobs.
At least he’d planned to earn it;
so we would not go broke.
The next day he arrived in his own truck;
in one day, a driver’s license, he’d gotten.
Three days later he came home,
and admitted he’d been fired.
He owed the truck’s company;
for a load of missing ice cream cones!
Crying big old elephant tears, he handed us a bill.
Six thousand dollars worth of ice cream, he ate;
he couldn’t pay them off, he feared.
We agreed to pay them, for him but,
he’d have to work it off.
And he’d have to give up ice cream cones;
his face was, oh so grim.
Though it took a miracle,
he managed to succeed;
but, giving up his ice cream cones,
came not without a price.
Now, he’s hooked on pickles!