In the Name of Yeshua..By the power of The Holy Spirit, under the seal of the Allmighty Father..I COMMAND YOU EVIL
SPIRITS IN THIS WORLD TO REVEAL YOURSELVES.!!! also the wicked acts that
Have been carried out.' By whatever satanic group..I COMMAND THEY BE SHOWN.!!! All things seen and un-seen are subject to God, therefore subjects do
As instructed.' I claim the current media
channels in the world must allow Gods Truth
To be shared.' I trust many Christians will
Also request the same.' All blessings to every reader.'
Not forgetting the natives
who there once held sway
the factories and farms
of the blue and grey
made the country
what it is today
but his untold minions
and one man’s say
may destroy the Land of the Free
known as the U.S.A.
Wars are wage for victory
Victories are achieved to create history
in the end history always wins
Hidden deep in those pages of history;
Draws a giant bigger ten-times the sky
Perhaps in the face of the future
Efforts were made as the giant approach
Today we ought to surf!
For tomorrow we won’t be here
Now! heard voice of myth
Every memories has hundred years of life
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Mealies comes in it’s great discomfort form
Something that never forget you never leaves you
The new world runs by the old wars
This is our story
It will go on forever with no end
By the end of the dawn, our flickering lights arose….
Come on come together;
The tears, if happiness in the eye that comes from a wounded heart
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Even after we achieved victory by completing the sprint
Is our destination still left to be reached?
This is our story…
It will go on forever!
Storm gathers her minions, trains her army,
I watch from my window, thinking of smoke
She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable
Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful
Storm continues to bring in troops
I think it is overkill, but what do I know?
I have never been a commander of an element
I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities.
Angels in random,
Cover the heaven's sphere,
Guarding the Kingdome.
Storm gathers her minions, trains her army,
I watch from my window, thinking of smoke
She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable
Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful
Storm continues to bring in troops
I think it is overkill, but what do I know?
I have never been a commander of an element
I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities.
Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove
Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does
Morey Mouse made merry,
Mollifying Mallory’s Mama,
Maybe mixing mammoth metaphors
Marvelously mystical, Marmaduke mimed
mingling, meshing, ‘mogrifying magical mites,
Measuring muskrats minding miniature minnows
Meddlesome merrymakers, Mr. Mumbsly mentioned, miffed.
Mesmerized minions made millions, merely making mincemeat.
Mediocre maybe, magnificent Mrs. Mumps meticulously mentioned.
How many minions, I wonder, are out there?
I read the signs and their narcissistic prayer.
Some feel righteous and hallowed indeed.
Preaching their hapless sanctimonious creed.
Ecstatic euphoria, stripped from backs of others.
Would you act this way in front of your mothers?
Shame on you! People are suffering and dying.
Your petulant demeanor is crass and mystifying.
More good poets are leaving because of you swots.
They're isolated indoors, stomachs tied in knots.
Emerging to read your vile comments and mobbing.
Your arrogance is fielded. Minions stop hobnobbing.
Window dressings pasted tightly
moisture frames their presence
barely lit by cigarettes passing
outside in while I sit watching
the random dance of minions
scattered strains of sound
music plays somewhere, I can’t....
...my head longs for sleep now,
childlike, fevered presence roars
cool hands wipe away fear
alone with myself only lonely
I don’t feel well...scattered
causal thoughts shrug across
my addled brain. I am always alone.
(none fiction)
The Satan minions tried to do it again
Trying to take advantage of young that's trying to have a future like everyone else.
They need to be crucified like Jesus Christ.
They need to be crucified like the two thieves that died with Jesus as well.
They behavior are like a itch with hives/herpes that they had tried to spread on everyone.
They desperate for attention, for they miserable with themselves and their own.
So they try to take advantage of my young child like a miserable drug addict trying to get a buck.
I do not know what they problem is but they all need a mental evoluation for all the violation they been doing on to me and my son.
I wish Adolf Hitler was still alive for at this moment those are what those malpracticioner deserve to be crucified for being a problem to me and my son.
an army
prepares for battle
I share my picnic
5/21/2016
Summer 3 Contest
There once was a lady named Sadie
Who wanted to work, well maybe
Got a job on the line
Packing boxes just fine
When bubble wrap appeared, no lady
A
Small
Creature
And pill like
Describe the heroes
That follow an evil leader
Until one day, a trio decided to venture
To find out a new overseer that assumes the control of their community
For Minions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Third Place
2-25-2016
On a night sable, my door hastily thrown
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.
While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape,
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.
2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One
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