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Karijinbba Feb 22
{In CA, USA -1982- present}
Elizabeth WG, Henry R W his nurse sociopath child sadomizers baby trasher is Susan WRat
Commercial/ residential burglaries, life insurance fraud (which includes ****** for hire for profit cases.
Billing and Medical Services fraud.

Inventing surgeries not authorized
cutting mother's privates up out of malice jealousy greed.
You aren't above the law
buying fraudulent birth certificates from human trafficking serial poisoners Is a malignant crime
to drug young beautiful intelligent gifted brides mothers, without them knowing for years is a crime!
You aren't above the law.
drugging lying cursing a victims mom trashing their hero mother
maligning damaging my childrens brains giving them psychotropics, hallucinogenics and methamphetamin
my grown daughter's nightmare
its against the law
This is the USA my daughter's if you want to live follow my lead
go to Wilshire Blvd to The FBI ask for political assilum for you your sisters
your children i back you up.Elenitaa Rosita. Jeanette: Evil Susan W. Raitano bought you from Charalambos Mantalozis a poisoner serial killer Mom me escaped from 1982, from Farron 58 Kalamata Messinia Greece Arthur Susan bought you for a fee
for a fee
and it's human trafficking Rose.
Susan Word Arthur Raitano
you are the **** of Earth
****** cows ****** bulls
you aren't above the law!
I am dismanteling your team of murderers and thieves.
LA and Washinghton
FBI have been informed
you snakes in my childrens paradise
human predators sterile sociopaths
you all wolves with pea size brains
you need to go to sadistic unprovoqued enemy to help you sadomize my family and continue trashing this hero Mom
this purple heart hero Mom

To all my enemies I am  
vomiting you here to public shame
to your team of ***** wolves
Jeff  A, John CH, shame on you!
Blind deaf mute cacaroach size brains
you need to go to Greece to pile more trash on a battered mother in law
a survivor wounded by the hand of that human predators enemy.
My daughters
Rose Eleni & Jeanette M Welonek I love you you aren't guilty of wrong doing I love you.
You are my children you are being tortured trashed to the eleven winds because they convinced you
to trash me to the four winds.
you trashed Mom to the wolves 
out of fear or distrust be strong the more they trash you and Mom know they are your deadly enemies
My reputation marred by poisonous snakes matters not my character is impeccable cat be tinted
You allow them to befriend you,
But I do not blame your treason and cruelty to your only mom on Earth me
Those maggots narcissists you may think are mother like, are dangerous malignant, a poison to you
and your children make videos tell all abuse take taxi ditch, phone ditch cars it's got tracking too call taxi get your kids go to FBI Wilshire Blvd LA tell how you have been feeling.
Mom will back you up.

A house divided by itself cannot stand it will utterly be destroyed
i am your first home my children
and i am giver of life lover of life
your Mom
I can't allow you 3 to trash me to my deadly unprovoqued enemy
so i deprive myself of your presence because the enemy you call friend and family has selfish deadly
macabre agendas ****** for hire
and life insurances .
You are always in my heart my mind
you are my baby girls and I will ways side with you don't admit to being mentally ill do not go to any Jeff's phychiatrist to force you to give your parental right

Sociopath Arthur Raitano your evil sterile Medusa Susan W.
Elizabeth W, Gzon stop calling my childrens extended family and cursing them then giving my name to them.
don't you have a name?

To my childrens deadly
two face enemies
Satan doesn't want you in hell
and God wont open gates of heaven
for you I curse the day your great grandparent
were born for all eternity
I bind to you all my pain
my childrens suffering too
soon you'll pay Karma and your many deadly enemies will be hunting you hundred fold as you do into others
I only seek an eye for an eye.
Elizabeth W G i loved Henry one split second because u
didn't understand love neither
Henry R Welonek
  you all tried murdering me by turning me to his satanic sadistic jealous ex girl friend
the evil nurse from hell.
your partner in hate crimes
i am a human being
not a dog ******* My children aren't dogs either to be drugged and forced to call criminals parents
to fill your empty cradle
God and his wise universe
did leave you sterile
for a reason
So let go of my kids
get a dogs to pet as vicious
as you all are.
~~~~~
By A purple heart Mom
A repost:1977- 2020.
To all your team of organized crime Go to hell
I carry…
The rings my mother gave me…
One for my birthday and one we got together…
I carry the necklace my great great grandmother gave me before she passed….
I carry the weight of losing both of my best friends
The weight of my depression
The weight of my anxiety
I carry the weight of the worry of my family
I carry the hope for my future
I carry the love for my friends
The hope they will stay
I carry the love for my boyfriend
The necklace, the bracelets
The bracelet locked around my wrist showing commitment
I carry the struggle of my everyday
The struggle to get out of bed in the morning
I carry the makeup,
The makeup I use to paint on a face
A face that is pretty
A smile
And eyes that don't look exhausted
I carry the earbuds to drown out everyone
All the ******* that is going on around me
I carry the notebook
The one that I use to vent about you
Say the things I can’t say out loud to you
And him
And her
And everyone that has hurt me
Keyana Brown Aug 2020
The world looks harsh
I know it seems
nothing's going to
stop us for chasing
our dreams

We maybe distant
you know I see
that doesn't mean
we can still
be a team

~All we gotta do is believe

Because we are like a
cheesey romance movie
on the big flat TV screen
where we ignore the world
as hard as it may seem
but our love is rich
and sweeter like

~pineapple rings

so don't let
society interfere
with things
love is the
cure for
everything.
Don't you agree?
Serendipity May 2020
Freedom rings at heaven's gates;
to answer is to accept you are dead.

Sometimes
being free
means letting go
even if
you are not
ready
yet.
hiba sajid Feb 2020
Do two souls need two rings
to seal their bond
of soulful connection?
What do these rings do?
Are they powerful? Can it keep us together?
Can it make us whole?
Is the force of the ring stronger than two soulful connections?
When love can speak volumes without having spoken
and lovers can find warmth in each other
I need no ring.
As long as there's a haven in my lover's heart
I need no ring.
Because
our love is more dynamic than two rings.
Two souls don’t need two rings to seal their bond of love
Love is above and beyond all that.
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2017
when a lost muse is no excuse,
when the mundane and the profane
are away on summer holiday,
and you are currently on the divine’s
'u **** - no write list'

nonetheless the itch in the private
spaces is driving you crazy,
write a poem, write a poem,
in the way a grandmother
(or a mother to a grown child)
whiny nags,
its a nice day, go outside and play
with a strange man
,
whatcha ya gonna do, the walls are all painted,
and the good bad boys are out of town, all with the  
other bad good girls,
who got there first,

but we will write of
******-rings and
other crazy songs you sing

it is not important you the reader understand every verse,
like Patton said, "it only matters that I know,"

which line is a joke,
which around your neck is
your customized yoke,
which is why:
plaintive wail to no avail,
the regret that never can be sated,
the frustration cratering inside the chest,
which is just,
(and unjust)
just enough
to make a semi-satisfactory smile
upon the lips appear

whose lips?
who cares?
as long as you don't have to hear me sing my poetry
but hear me smiling at
the power of whimsy writing
and the return of
my no longer muzzy^

Ms. Minx A. Muse-me
<£>
2:13pm
a poem in reserve for you, the Canadian girl
^muzzy - groggy, blurred

always about you and you

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2046630/to-new-beginnings-and-******-rings/
Diamond rings
Happy things
You listen while she likes to sing
And you watch when she's practicing
You're so happy together

I wish I could have that too
But you two are stuck like glue
I have nobody else to turn to
Maybe I'll stay all alone...
For: Jenny Thomas, Frances Lefevre
Whit Howland Jul 2019
gentle water
lapping the hull

bossa nova
clinking glasses
a tickle
of the piano's ivory keys
and you're lost

in giant strawberries
of a daiquiri
dribbling down your chin
onto your palm frond top
and shorts while you

swing and sway
poolside

tomorrow Ocho Rios Jamaica
but today sun and sea

tonight the crown stars
and a ruby juicy
fingernail moon

Whit Howland © 2019
Bus Poet Stop May 2015
The dermatologist demands a pre-summer scan of my visual delights fully magnified.

Peering into places where no one else has ever peered, even me, reminds me that this is a potentially "disruptive" process.

Eye don't know what his eyes have seen.  

He works in silence pin punctuated by the occasional mmmm or throat clearing rumble.

Snappy removal of neutrally colored gloves signify conclusion, he opines as follows:

"Were you aware," he inquires, "that the lines, the furrows on a your forehead correspond to the life your have lead?"

"You have three, deep deep tracks, and that's a fact."

Yes, eye know,
and each one is a tree ring notation
of my existence.

Each a different year,
each a different moment fearful,
a death and a birth,
a passing, a regaining.

No, not children or parents,
illusions.

Markers of our lives are the
birth and death of our illusionary,
our revelation minutes, that measure and scribe
what dug those furrows is now officially,
no more.

Until we start anew,
a different Pretense,
a channel commenced to commemorate.

Living the dream, they say,
aren't we all, eye think, and so inform him.

The doctor did not bill for this
visitation.
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