Oh wifey, dear and darling.
Whom, I thought I linked my life.
Ran off, with our scheming mailman.
In the middle of last night.
Same one who brought the letter.
Showed, I'm fired from my job.
The boss, who docked my pay, and left me saddened, riddled, robbed.
She did use up that money, to buy an escalade.
Then ran my dog quite over, near the ending of last may.
After this, I tried the beach, bury my troubles in the sand.
Only issue was, I have an allergy to crab.
Now I'm sitting here at home, on my couch, I owe two payments.
Things are looking sorta bleak, and everything's so tight.
Perhaps I'll make my fortune, going on the Price Is Right.
Buchenwald Bergen Belsen Belzec Auswitz Birkenau..Advertized as kibutz
Camps 1940 s designs, live now as this
Ages macarb'e museums, attractions of
Evil madness i find.' Generating payments
That get siphoned to wars.' They are temples to manna, steeped in past agonys..Into current atrocitys i am almost
Sure.? I am not reflecting on Jews far and
Near for there will be many who are not guilty of ultra earthly zionisam, yet i realize there is more, i see a satanic circle
Of distinct groups nominally Christian Jewish Islamic Hindu Buddist Zen under
satan..In cahoots each sect stirrs its followers to cause some bad event, then its the turn of another.' This way they circumvent.? Discovery of their methods
The public perception is always skewed..az they melt in and out of the shadow world that enables their attacks
On you.' Or whoever they next intend to do.!
I am so out of my depth
In this world of technology
The life l knew, loved and understood
Now, just a distant memory
The days when television only had a few channels
Channel change required getting up and turning a knob
Disagreeing regularly with others whos turn it was to do so
Each claiming ‘l did it last time it’s not just my job!’
Days when developing photos was simple
You used a camera with a reel inside
When the reel was finished you took it into a chemist
Matt or gloss the only choice you had to decide
When all was not electronic
Car windows were wound down by hand
Accessing cash from your bank account
A walk in ,with your bank passport….easy to understand
Its all computers , technology and passwords now
No longer phones that “only called” and were attached to a wall
Cash was the general currency
Now , its abundant plastic cards for everything and all
Apps ,banking, payments, signatures, shopping and so forth
All accessible and done online from ones home
Clouds that do not belong in the sky
Lives functioned and lived through ….a computer or mobile phone!
My title - the culmination of a recent ad on TV
from a company well-respected in my home town.
They offer a nonpareil chance for those who think "free".
I take issue, feel vouchsafed and venture to frown.
"No interest, No payments for twenty-four months"
Enjoy the wide-open window of opportunity.
A bit incredible which makes one suspicious at once
this sugary-sweet offering must have finer print to see.
It brings divinity to mind, remember that puffy treat
made of whipped egg whites and sugar, maybe pecans.
Unsubstantial candy, so-named to sound so sweet --
My advice, be sure you check out all the pros and cons.
"We don't want your money!" (at least for right now)
"Go buy a pony!" how whimsical does that sound?
Ponies need space, 1-2 acres at least and lots of chow;
or you can board them at costs which truly astound?
I've gone on long enough about commercial fare.
A rarity once in a blue moon, too good to be true;
hidden catches and scams are out there everywhere.
It's the teasing of viewers with proposals beaucoup.
In this current epoch..The attempt was made.'
To groom the 'whole earth' a hand overplayed.?
The methods used were 'time tried
And tested'
The
Payments were billions invested...This i have not
Invented.'
There was a satanic sacrifice, the elderly were our first.'
Incarcerated like cattle, they must have felt cursed?
Yet we somehow have pulled through.'
Now they lie and hide
Yet some medics still proffer.' Sterilisation and
Volantary genocide.!)
From Washington D.C. is launched an attack
against a venal South America communist
While in Seattle, WA a North American communist
is sworn into office as the city’s mayor
I hear that Seattle residents voted in a middle-aged woman
whose parent still help her with her rent payments
And in NYC, a man with no record of achievement whatsoever
Zero Zohran – now Mayor of America’s largest city
What a hoot! But America can’t have it both ways.
If we are going communist, we’ll have to free Madura
FAT CHANCE OF THAT!
Rush to the stores
Bargains galore
Shop Shop, but don’t go broke
Don’t extend the credit card choke
Credit card alert
Merchandise to see or flee
Displays to see
Push and shove effort
Decision on credit card use or refuse
Stores looking for sales crave consumer spenders
Pursue in shop
But don’t stop
Watch what you spend
Stick to your budget
Look for merchandise quality
Don’t max out your credit cards
Payments have to be made
Don’t get caught in the unpaid shade
Black Friday rush
See what is on sale
Control your spending without fail
Black Friday sight
Don’t turn it into a plight.
Ah, winter.
The snowy fields;
The slippery streets;
The frosty coldness
On ones feet.
The icy feel
That gives you chills
While walking up those
Winter hills.
The Christmas lights
That shines so bright;
To children having
Snowball fights.
From a fireplace enjoying wine;
To a family dinner at Christmas time.
And while you had your joyful fill;
You just received the electric bill.
From mortgage payments and all that stuff;
Income tax, you had enough.
While children dream of Santa Clause;
You dream of money you had lost.
For all those seasons of wine and dine;
Welcome to winter time.
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
Paris Jackson received over $3 million in allowance payments.
Industry Work
Art appraisal as life timeline evolves.
Privacy Act Included.
Succulent Garden Retreats of Soil
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
You may break my heart, but I will never lose
So many men at my feet from which to choose
Picking up the pieces and mending my heart
Pumping new life into me giving me a kick start
So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart
Used and abused me; wrenching at my emotions
Enjoying the impact of each heart felt explosions
Controlled manipulation applied with a skilled art
Dying in your arms, left at your feet falling apart
So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart
Strength in pain, I will rise up again and face you
Devouring your heart until all payments are due
Kneeling at my feet begging me with your sorry plea
Never again, never again, with your pretty please
So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart
The Panders have come to the Washington Zoo.
They’ve got much to say, but near none of it’s true.
Those cute little panderers, both black and white,
make appeals to the left and concede to the right.
They’ll give you down payments and not tax your tips.
Like the Bush lied to Moses and said, “Read my lips!”
They can’t help their lies or the oaths they are takin’,
Such a cute little orange one, and the cuddly Jamaican.
The border, evictions, and the free car loans of course;
I could go on for stanzas, not to beat a dead horse.
“The end of democracy!” if you don’t vote;
they’ll promise a shirt while they’re taking your coat.
Yes, the Panders have come to the Washington Zoo,
tossing nuts through the bars to me and to you.
The mystery of tomorrow is disappearing,
and we are forgetting about our history.
We are bored and sick with our humanity.
We long to be something more, even God.
Is the reality of tomorrow in our minds a
vanishing point? We want history to go away
from our minds. Today, we cannot deal. We want
to steal tomorrow. We don't have time to wait.
Ki
Granted, we understand that when we are young,
We cannot wait for tomorrow to appear. Yes, it's
understandable that when we are older, we wish
that tomorrow would slow its arrival.
But we are trying to comprehend why everyone,
both old and young, wants prophets to give them
tomorrow, today. It's like making payments on a new
car or getting a mortgage on a home. Yes, we can have
the car and the home. But let's face it. We nor prophets
are God. Only God can give us tomorrow in His time.
My wallet is a good friend of mine.
It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed)
Once it used to be brown and elegant
But gradually metamorphosed and faded.
Now it looks older than I am.
It has acquired many new attributes.
Frayed at the edges, broken stitching,
Failed zippers and worn-out leather
Of course, they add antique look to it.
I have forgotten exactly when I bought it.
But I always keep it with me when I go out.
I have my own sentiments about it.
It has witnessed ups and downs in my life.
It’s an ardent follower of Shakespeare’s advice,
“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”
Thank God! It hasn’t ever gone empty.
My pretty lady is very intelligent
When she finds my wallet with chubby cheeks,
She presents her list of interests and wants.
The young guys never bother about wallets.
With e-payments they manage at the outlets.
When I take my old companion out to pay the charges,
My kids make fun of him and say, ‘A rich man in rags.’
My wallet - My loving companion!
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