60 minutes
Surprise, surprise
a Zionist inside
The enemies of Genocide
often are,
those who remain silent
the other suppressed Media
Control the story
hide the crimes
Nazi tactics
in Zionists times
Now little old men
wearing colonial hats
they might cheer
freedom and change they surely fear
Scott Pelley and 60 Minutes had a beef
and yep, got fired by his Editor-in-Chief.
Rightly you must choose
either real or fake news
and that’s why no more Scott is a relief!
He will get a gig at CNN or BS NOW
and be a martyr and holier-than-thou.
And in clear bias express
his freedom of the press
along with Joe ‘n Mika and Mad Cow!
Written: June 2026
For the nearest five minutes
I am here just to please you
For another thousand seconds
I’ll be there in the queue
Here, there and nowhere
I just wait for you to beckon
I’ll be hurrying up the stairs
I’ll be looking down you reckon
Looking down and all over
Distant hills and fields of grass
At the meadows of wild clover
At forget-me-nots in dust..
Each longs to obtain
fifteen minutes of fame.
Pawns in play,
simpleton on display.
Farcical amusement
from slapstick humans.
Spectacles in a petri dish,
slaves to their lavishments.
Analyzed and watched—
spare no expense… at what cost?
A muse for their “entertainment,”
to be the fodder at their "banquet."
Plans to steal, kill, and destroy—
bartering your soul to deploy.
Creating the pandemonium;
whence comes regurgitated solutions?
Governed by the unseen legion,
sheeple blinded by fabricated freedom.
That fifteen minutes of wantingness
now seeks solitude… and will find none.
Stepping inside its home..
A reason to shine,
surrounded by HOPE
a chance to serve HIM.
Scooping joy into a funnel
Out comes manna from God
Smiles all around me, my chance to giveth to HIM..to HIS kids ..
Time has but stopped for us as a community all working together for one common goal, to feed HIS children, food for their soul.
But now the time has come to an end
As we clean up our area, it’s out of our hands, onto a pallet destined for GODS children, as we circle around our hands of Service, laying upon this pallet, my heart is full, God is HERE with us, we bless the food in which we scooped..
We gather in the room in which we came, gather once more for a moment to capture our mission.
It’s time to go,
90 minutes of serving HIM is done,
Why is my tears ready to burst?
My one time to serve HIM
so short
where will I go,
do for HIM from here?
Jesus My Savior please continue to ENLIGHTEN me..
For my heart with HOPE is still in that room,
I left it there for the next group of disciples…
to do with as they please..
The restraints of school can feel like jail,
there’s a mundanity to it.
I must plan my week’s every minute,
like God must have arranged atoms.
It’s the art of the small things,
where some minutes seem shorter than others
like atoms making different things
School is vibrant, intellectually stimulating
and stuffed, like a turkey, with a catalogue of
specific ideas that are new to me.
So I study them until, like an actor, I can recite them
as if on stage. But if a quiz is going to be ‘open notes,’
then it’s going to be an exacting b1tch .
And then there’s the waiting for outcomes (grades)
But I’m one of those girls
who sings shower songs
so bring it on.
.
.
A song for this:
Teddy Jam by guy
60 MINUTES SHOW
SHOWN IN CANADA YOU KNOW
CBS OH NO
The great golden
In gleaming rims rolling
Upward like tolling bells
Rousing the blissful morning cells
Some lapsed in dreams e'er unfolding
Prophetic harmonies sung
By angelic or demonic tongue
Dissolving in wakes of light
Swelling ever more bright
Dispelling lingering night
From sleepy eyes shuttered tight
Midst pleading groans and dismal sighs
The golden morning bid ye arise
Without any effort, let go of whats tormenting you... Just for five minutes. No doubt it's a thought or a perception. Notice when it next arrives and leaves... Watch how it comes and goes... When it next goes, locate the silent space it was in and try to merge with that space... Place all of your attention there. - Just for five minutes...
I am grateful
after into my bed at night I creep…
for those 7 wonderful minutes
it takes me to fall asleep
Because in those 7 minutes
I have a chance to relive
what made my day both beautiful and bright…
Which then allows my mind to welcome in
the dreams that come at night.
We had another hospital run today
I called the ambulance because I was concerned
They took him to the hospital
They said we are taking really good care of him
I still say something is wrong, but all his vitals are good
His chest was clear, and his blood work said no infection
I am glad it all checked out to his good, but I am still concerned.
When Eagles Soar
Venus in the East
Sirius bright and shining
October's gift to me
Upon this stressful morning.
Dawn cracks with gold and red
Wispy clouds streak the sky
A gauzy eagle flies atop outspread
Like ghostly apparition fly.
An eagle of clouds reminding me Christians shall rise!
One morning at the hospital when I was feeling low
I looked out the window and saw the sun rising
The baby laying in the bassinet, her twin brother nine minutes apart, a painful statement would follow her all of her life..baptized at birth, was that a curse.
We’re brought home, my brother is held close to his mother’s chest, new born baby smell is so calming, meanwhile the baby girl is still in the basinet, no knowledge of her birth did
the mom know..
The babies are now crawling, soon they will start walking, talking too bad only the son existence matters to this world…
Years go by, still nothing has changed, nine minutes not knowing of me being conceived will always be echoed by her family.
Here we are as adults, my family has gone separate ways, our mother is no longer here, she’s with the Creator, my existence on this earth as a mom herself, who fully knows her children were each conceived out of love, with a man whom saved her life, when she was an adult crawled into a fetal position protecting herself from her siblings who only inflected pain in words, abuse, and not of love. I was that baby who was born nine minutes too late..
As one dear friend said to me, “they saved the best for last”.
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
Sometimes I wonder
What’s the point of anything
Five more minutes
Five more minutes of suffocating
Of not being able to breathe
I’m afraid I’m starting to bleed
From this incision that you made on my heart
This nonstop drift
Everything shifts
While you're off to sleep
I sit here, eyes wide
I try practicing my smile
It feels like someone is controlling me
Puppet on a string
Just a doll
That’s made for play
I wish I could stop feeling this way
I used to smile on command
Now it’s just rehearsed
No real feelings
Peeling at the skin on my fingers
That’s when I get my escape
Scrape off this old layer
It’s time for a new one
Coming out of my cocoon
But I’m still so desperately blue
I never knew
That one of these days I’d have a breakthrough
But I don’t see that any time soon
So for now I’ll sit and wonder
And suffocate for five more minutes.
It is Saturday afternoon
everybody and their uncle is in Target
buying things they will put into garage sales next summer
their red shopping carts are full
I had brought my friend here to get a shingles shot
Since she is ninety-two and has a walker, I parked her at the door
I won’t be here but a minute, she tells me.
She is right; she was there ninety minutes
I could have knit a sweater while I waited
If I had brought yarn and knitting needles
And if I remembered how to knit.
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