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Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                             “My Temple Stands in Ephesus”

                                            -Pericles V.i.241

“My temple stands in Ephesus,” the goddess says
I don’t believe in goddesses, of course,
And stern Saint Paul would cut up rough about them
But we could wish them so, temples and gods

We could board a ship with a seeing eye
A ship of wonderful cargoes safely stowed
And let there be “Lords, Knights, Gentlemen,
Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers”

To speed our stories and our very selves
To where a temple stands in Ephesus
A poem is itself.
When you
Look at me
I feel electrified
Almost terrified
I know just what
Would happen
If you happened to me  
If I had to
Happen upon you
I would be utterly
Absolutely intoxicated
By you.
There's a time to be silent
and a time to speak.
Life is scary in RSA
with our power cuts,
water issues
and general decline.
People are feeling anxious
about what is and
what is coming,
those that cant or wont
leave the country.

Brazen politicians,
reminds me of the book
"Animal Farm"
a revolution
Communism revisited
Everyone is equal
but some more equal than others

Revolt
peasant and person
all people alike

If I could ask you
to consider me
in your prayers,
it would be that I be safe
and supported and happy
doing what I love to do
and that people
around me feel the same,
most especially you x
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july hearne
when Merry Clayton
sings "Southern Man"
i think of all of you
and i think *******

and if i was Neil Young
i would start a band called Hateful Bigot
and Mike Watt would be the bass player
and i would write a song
called "social justice warrior"
(in all lower case)
and dedicate it to all the children that have been ***** by the gay mayor of your tiny house town
and Merry Clayton would sing that song

there is a parade in tiny house town
for everyone who's arrived 50 years too late to the civil rights party
and the  mayor is coming round
to shake your hand

all your tiny houses coming down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
tiny, tiny houses get smaller and smaller before blowing down

everytime you shake his hand
you have even less to say
about all the children he *****
than the NRA

even less to say than the NRA
everytime the gay mayor rolls down the windows
before he rapes the children in his hot car
everytime he's comes around
to shake your hand
he's got ten dollars in his other hand

tiny, tiny houses blowing down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
i can't wait til they come down
all your tiny houses coming down
tiny, tiny houses coming down

(nothing to do with the fact
he's a gay democrat
nothing to do with the fact)
ed murray is the gay mayor of seattle. he ***** children and is likely still ****** them. one of them was his foster son. he denies these allegations in the manner of a text book lying child ******. he lied about ever knowing his foster son who he ***** (and who was later then proven to be his foster son). he also had wanted to be a catholic priest but left the seminary (probably got kicked out for child ****).   he was not forced to resign because it is not convenient to ask a gay, democrat mayor to step down, which is why i will always refer to him as the gay mayor who rapes children.  he gets a free pass on ****** children. this poem is dedicated to everyone who turns a blind eye to child **** and excuses it (especially ***** like sally bagshaw), and sadly that includes organizations such as glaad.

ed murray, gay mayor of seattle who rapes children, attended the gay pride parade and shook hands with the parade goers, who were delighted to shake the hand of a child ******. only it's not ****, since he is a gay democrat who gave the children $10 to **** them.

seattle has become unaffordable because of amazon, high levels of taxation (by a city cuntcil who supports a child ****** as mayor and the child ****** mayor himself), a housing shortage (caused by amazon and citizens of china who make money on slave labor and then make inflated all cash offers on the real estate here so the people who actually live here can't afford it).

something tells me this one won't go over well, but that's ok with me, since people who turn a blind eye to child **** are the **** of the earth. my next poem will be about what a **** sally bagshaw is. she loves our gay mayor who has done nothing but lie, flounder around like an idiot, allow amazon and comcast to **** us over, steal money, waste money, increase homelessness and **** children. ed murray also loves sharia law, since it conveniently has no laws against ****** children.

the NRA had better make some sort of public statement of support for philando castile and his family and  should have already done so. that man and his family were not shown any justice and neither were the children that ed murray *****, not to mention the children he is still ******.

we live in ******* times and the ones screaming the loudest are the ones who need to shut the **** up the most.


from ed murray's twitter page:

Ed Murray‏Verified account @MayorEdMurray  May 19

It's finally warming up, which is great - but not for all. Beware of the danger pets and children face in hot cars!
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Sandoval
Drew
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Sandoval
There’s a
reason your
name is a
past tense;
destiny knew all
the broken
hearts you’d
leave behind.

Sandoval
A poem that came to me in one of my dreams tonight✨
just to put on public record,
once,  to be read by all,
the lies that keep surrounding me,
will eventually fall.
I will never take my own life,
that will never be my thing,
I was ****** for being innocent,
for same reason,  I had to sing.
I sang, because it's relentless,
all the things they do to me,
the bullies that surmounted me,  
facts some know, and see.
because I don't matter
to
evil ,sick ,bad, or wrong,,
if they killed me young,
It  have been better,
than all the evil I did endure,
there is no let up from bullies,
they plunder, **** and maim,
they prey on child, the innocent,
the purest is their game.
I may be stupid, naïve, and dumb , a clown  
they called a dope,
I won't **** myself ever, with Christ, I have all hope.
Life is precious and more than that ,I  respect the life I bore,
I will never give up the life God gave me, for this you can be sure,
God is the goal for my soul,
I went to hell and back,
My destiny is with Christ, his love I never lacked,
I would have thrown my life away, if I did not have Gods grace,
so put this in your censored news, in twitter and book face.

Just know all you enablers, when they try to take me down,
I have a shield, I have a medallion, I also have a crown,
I have a star in heaven , two eagles,
my Father sent to me,
my white shell from opening 8 locks,
a blessed destiny.
a multi coloured dream coat, brought strife and jealousy,
my gifts from up above,
precious beyond compare,
that's why I don't chase earthly goods, I don't belong to here.
when I look up, my star looks down,
the trapdoor men and women,
can wear my frown.
I'm going to look after my body, I care about it a lot,
this  temple with a truthful heart,
took your pain, **** , torture lots ,
I was ****** when I said nothing, I was ****** when I spoke,
so plotters, power houses, politicians, cops, priests, not so intelligent intelligence,
take back all of your sicknesses,
and own your foul misdeeds.

a message from  Michael angel, and Mother Mary
when they set me alight in flames,
advised me the lies man hooked me with,
and the methods they used to  trick,
were same who  killed God when he came to earth,
this is not my job to fix.
my perspective is not high enough,
to see the insides of their hearts,
predatory  wolf wo/men bat winging with world wide web of tricks
Ciao it wasn't nice knowing you, you make my stomach sick
The lies you told will trip you up, I know if you plan my end,
She didn't **** herself, the ***** did
her story will eternally trend
somethings are more precious than gold
for me that is my soul
cannot be bought cannot be sold
sometimes even God gets angry Christ also
unlike the most of the people i have met
keep bowing to mammon
good luck with your greed
only on earth evil succeeds
God loves all his children
he pays the ones running out of steam
up front
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

        Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice
                                           And entitles it
                                         “Winter Solstice,”
                           And yet Somehow the World Goes On

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks
And the increasing divisions of partisans
In yet another republic devouring itself

There is an insubstantial Christmas truce
Undeclared, a catching of breath and will
In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors
Against the failings of the coming year

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
We also wait, and search the skies for a Star
A poem is itself.
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