No longer Bible does appear
The guarantee of truth
In court
No longer the presumption works
As guilty they're fact
No longer Jury can decide
I am off the Law Enforcement
For the Computation
Of the Military Pact
The Hitler broke the Diplomatic the Convention
Your tactical is tact
Your focal point
Do concentrate
You must be targeting your fire
Horizons your event
What's your intention's the desire?
You might be doing firearms for sport
But not for the collection of your arsenal
Civilian Defense?
Why selling rifles the assault
So freely as they are specific instruments of mine
There is military, there is civil sports
There are the rules of safety handling arms and fire
Control your own arms today
As war of Law now works with neuroscience
Cartoons for kids today exist for business so they would be buying
Categories:
targeting, military,
Form: Free verse
When the poem became tears
As the ink drips,
I have become an emotional basket case.
My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs
At the sound of the opening bells,
Tariff wars targeting the poor,
Evil Eyes merges with the Texas Tycoons
What is the poor trader's offense?
Going once, going twice,
To be poor is to be honest,
How can honesty be the best policy
Knowingly, a poor man can never win a war with a rich man
Going once, going twice no deal
Tariff wars targeting the poor:
“They fought with them, we feel the pain
Forget the old saying, you scratch my back
I scratch yours, what are the poor man's justifications
Tighten your podiums, ring your bells
And remember the words,
“They charge us, we charge them,
Why is the world upset?
Aggression, depression, and the will to survive
Inferior and permanent: listen to
Bob Marley's “War song we will always be in war”
Categories:
targeting, addiction, africa, america, analogy,
Form: Narrative
Things are so quiet
Letters don’t soar
No one talks at all
They try but they fail
Inaudible words excel
Forever i think that words don’t have sound
Only emotions can turn the world around
That's what we were taught
We were taught that we shall be silenced
That words won’t break us free
That we should take actions
We were taught to throw the first punch
Instead of using our words, we used anger
To satisfy our vengeance hunger
We weren't taught good actions from bad
We were praised for having violence
And bad emotions targeting people
We were taught that words were flagrant and should be banned
We silenced the only people who took a good stand
We were too scared so we didn’t talk
So whenever someone used words
We were desperately shocked
Even though some who visited never knew that we could understand
Or hear the words they used
Words do hurt I may say
But i’d rather hear those distressing words meant to hurt
Than be silenced and have no stand
So that day I got up too
I used my words
Those thoughts I kept in for so long
I Spoke my mind forever as time will go on
-Dawn.B
Categories:
targeting, child abuse, corruption, courage,
Form: Free verse
Adipose-dereived stemcells
to aid in weight loss.
They foogle to help
to make better the person
who's health is compromised
by the misery of undesired weight
targeting fat loss
which is to influence
weight loss.
Oh the health of these people
that they wish and need and
desire to be healther
the wisest of those
too learn
and make better there craft
might a world
find the secret to
a healthier life
style
BY Heremes Gymnasia
from Full-Toned
to brighting
From the book
Heremes The Timbre'
Categories:
targeting, character, music,
Form: Bio
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
There's nothing like the curves and crevices of all women.
That distinct little thing that does something to men.
They get all pumped up, and don't know how to act.
Plotting in their mind just how to get at that.
Focused like a laser with a night vision beam.
Targeting in on what should resolve everything.
Some beautiful curves with spankable cushion.
Will get what she deserves for us to go all in.
Although written Christmas day this is not for the meek.
A brother like me needs a real Christmas freak.
All I want from Santa is to handle my wish.
Put in front of me someone Phat, Lucious, and Thick.
Categories:
targeting, christmas,
Form: Couplet
1/26/24
Y'all woke up a sleeping giant
Y'all interrupted my peace and quiet
Ya'll don't know how to be silent
Y'all still remain mean and violent
Most of y'all fake
Just like these tyrants
Y'all think you're so great
Let the world know, there's nothing you can keep private
Many of y'all already three striked it
Most of y'all switch sides like tide shifts
As quick as a flick of the light switch
Y'all act all high and mighty, yet are far from righteous
Y'all still are being biased
Y'all don't listen even when one is teaching the science
It's always three sided
Skies darkened or brightened
Senses heightened
Don't be frightened
Just be yourself not anything that's unlike it
She just wants diamonds and private islands
He wants money to buy it
Most of these sheep blinded
To the truth by staying weak minded
The sound of police sirens
Amid street riots
Meanwhile all across the seas pirates
Targeting elite clients
As the steam rises
Are we to blame for causing extreme climates
Another new disease or virus
Leading right into a deep crisis
Categories:
targeting, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Robert Sherriff- Nobody’s Home - poet – author - singer-actor – model - American Historian.
Trump or Harris
From a young age, Trump has exhibited the characteristics of a privileged child, using his family’s wealth to avoid the draft during the Vietnam War.
In stark contrast, I deeply respect Kamala Harris as Vice President.
Trump’s policies, such as the controversial wall targeting immigrants, give him a unique, albeit divisive, edge. Conversely, I hope to see Harris ascend to the presidency of the United States one day.
For those who have read my poem, “12th of January 2025,” you know it foretells a grim prophecy in which Trump meets a tragic end. Historically, America has shown a pattern of eliminating its significant figures in 1865, 1881, 1901, 1963, and, potentially, 2025.
On the 12th of January 2025, Trump will face assassination—a fate that aligns with America’s troubling history of silencing impactful individuals.
Categories:
targeting, betrayal, bullying, conflict, crazy,
Form: Political Verse
ENTHUSIASM
Ensuing enabling efficiency, energy in exulted endeavor
Noted noble nice notion in ambition
Total devotion to try targeting goal in tenacity tackling tension
Happy venture with high vitality, hopeful vigor, zeal, hasty potency.
Unbridled unchecked unending zest an liveliness for work.
Strong sparkling sprightly shiny stamina on dynamism.
Inherent inquisitiveness initiating vitality.
Affirmative assertive active approach to achieve aim.
Sustaining spirited sharpness searching success.
Marvelous motivation on mission in merry mood.
06/20/20
Third Place
'Enthusiasm' Contest by Caren Krutsinger
'Completely Your Choice (23) Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
targeting, appreciation,
Form: Acrostic
I am Nobody:
no name on my grave
in the Veterans’ Cemetery --
not even certain if all parts
match – those bombs really
had no personal objective when
targeting and dispatched –
Their bull’s eyes~ all Enemy.
I am Nobody; don’t earn
a lot, after your release from
the hospital, once healed,
you never met the EMT
who feverishly pumped life
into your failing lungs, during your
rushed, siren screaming journey
through unyielding traffic --
probably never thanked the nurse
in the ER, with a name-tag,
often gone unread – Oh, you met
the doctor, who earns all the big
bread – He has a noble title – he
has lauded fame – unlike Nobodies
more or less, diminutive
the same – just Nobody --
the Nobodies who build the bridges
repair the roads
pickup the garbage
often given little more mention
than prince-less pond toads –
when I croak, Just a slimy
soak – in society, most Nobodies
die broke – soggy, irrelevant
pond splashes –
Only rich when considering love...
Categories:
targeting, christian, community, humanity, people,
Form: Free verse
I whisper in Eve’s ear:
“Listen to the serpent.
He’s my friend and he’s wise.”
That way I get my revenge.
I hurried out of Eden
Roam all around
Targeting tender females.
“Stand up for your rights”.
Some understand me. Some do not.
My daughter Naamah who hates me!
Andras – Grand Marquis of Hell, discord and rage.
Empusa was a shape-shifting female demon in Greek legends,
Jezebeth was great. She knew.
So did Herodias and her evil daughter,
Oh, there are so many of them.
Can’t mention them all.
Until I was confined to a castle,
No doors to get out.
Just a window high up.
I admire myself,
Dark hair, dark eyes, Dark dress.
My lipstick made from
A serpent’s blood, dark red.
I admire myself
For a moment in eternity
I feel the fire inside me
Until
The mirror cracked from side to side.*
Can you hear a diabolic laughter?
Darn, it’s a fiery furnace around here.
Placed 2nd
Categories:
targeting, evil, hate, women,
Form: Free verse
Written by k2h
Kvg Owen Hamalala
@2020
Looking for a fresh page
Embracing the new age
Seeking for a fresh start
Tearing my past apart
Taking off my old chains
Hoping all is not in vain
Fighting daily to gain
Trying again and again
Overlooking the pain
Struggling to attain
Endeavoring to sustain
Pushing myself so far
Targeting to reach far
Reaching out for stars
Wishing on shooting stars
Climbing into the clouds
Ignoring all the doubts
Knowing what counts
Pulling of all the stunts
Forgetting all my fears
Whipping down the tears
Smiling through the years
Achieving what I could
Categories:
targeting, change, deep,
Form: Crystalline
Their ghastly buzzing’s in the air
targeting vegetation everywhere
They dive-bomb and guillotine
anything and everything green
Prodigious throngs of winged invaders
escaping from the ground
Moving in dark clouds of death
engulfing whatever’s around
They may be harmless for humanity
but the locusts’ noise drives us to insanity
Coming this May to my home state ~
though I’d prefer 17 more years to wait…
Categories:
targeting, dark, insect, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Shooting my classmate’s brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
Categories:
targeting, war,
Form: Rhyme
Israel At War
God’s chosen people
God’s chosen nation
Promise down the ages
From Abraham to Jerusalem.
Fall of tribes
From grace of God
Defeated, captured
For disobedience and sin,
Now they are beleaguered
By Hamas and their kin.
Jericho fell: to the Covenant
For obeying God’s mighty Will,
Suffering, for misgivings
That angered Elohim.
But they will prevail
Against the wrath of those
That viciously kill and steal.
They must accept God;
His Son that died for all
Realise they must
That Christ was Son of God.
Israel is burning
Buildings bombed and shelled,
Women and children captured
For wrongs of those that dared.
Cries of the bereaved
Heard in the distant hills,
While blazing burn the busy street
Wild cries, anger seethe.
Against Israel’s dominance!
Shells rocket across the sky
Targeting home and business time,
Country raided to stand still
Wild anger, innocent lives kill.
Categories:
targeting, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Love and hate have been battling for years…each one struggling for control
each side hoping to govern our hearts and minds…and take control of our souls.
I am on the side of love…and its cousins acceptance and humanity…
but It’s not easy standing up to hate…and its cousins prejudice and bigotry.
We must, however,
because lately hate has been speaking with a louder…angrier voice..
which means…
for all of us who believe in love…
it’s time to make a choice.
To all the people hate is targeting…know this…it is you I’m thinking of….
and as others oppress you with their hate…I offer you my love.
And I encourage others to do the same
to unite our voices and actions in defense of the word we want to create…
It’s time for the voices of love…
to speak louder…and drown out the voices of hate.
We’ve waited long enough people….
now is the time to begin…
if our children are to have the future we hope for them
we cannot let hate win.
If you’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting
I ask…
what are you waiting for?
Hate has been winning too many battles….
It’s time for love…to win the war.
Categories:
targeting, love,
Form: Rhyme
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