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Bob B Oct 2018
Promise to nominate a judge
Who will reverse previous decisions.
Relish the opportunity
To fan the flames of people's divisions.

Refuse to provide the senators
With all of the documents that they need
To allow for careful, researched judgment.
Your nominee will be guaranteed.

Be sure the person you nominate
Will have your back if things get hairy.
Agreeing that you're above the law
Is absolutely necessary.

Let ideology be
The key factor for stacking the Court.
Your starry-eyed supporters will
Give you their undying support.

Train your nominee to behave
Just like you when at a hearing.
Your base will consequently find
The person even more endearing.

If any dirt might come up,
Limit the background investigation
To make it essentially a sham.
And lie without reservation.

Persuade Republicans in Congress
To sycophantly do your bidding.
You scratch their backs; they'll scratch yours.
Works like a charm. I'm not kidding!

Belittle dissenters. People who don't
Support you, you humiliate.
Stick to this plan, for that's how you
Are going to make this country great.

-by Bob B (10-5-18)
Curt A Rivard Sr Jan 2015
Heed these words, write them upon the tablet of your mind for I have returned.

When you finally come to the point in your life and comprehend that the dreams with which you have been bestowed are to be used as a blueprint, you then and only then will win remarkable success in what ever calling that you adopt. You will begin to visualize things with a much greater understanding and you will experience sights stranger than you have ever seen before. You will know that these new visions are all true, for you will see that you have been given the ability to pick out and notice clusters of confirmations and on an imaginary scale. The fear of premonitions and ignoring notable occurrences by dismaying them all off as if they are just figments of your imagination is to be avoided. It is not out of random chance, the thought that things are bound to line up from time to time and for no apparent reason or that evolution had a major impact on us to evolve into begins to recognize pattern recognition, but rather, it is to be construed as if you have been blessed with the gift of foresight and you will notice that you are able to think and speak things into existence. Never again will you live with the fear of the unknown for you will know all. The truth of all things will manifest themselves and be disclosed to you in a vivid clear contrast. There will be many people who will find it extremely difficult to interpret what is being explained to them and in the process they will then start to display that they are trapped within there own gridlocked mind and be confused with just your mere presence. You will find that people who do not understand you will then try to get you to conform to what they see, ignore them. Life is but an enigma, one that is full of complex-ed riddles, when you accept to follow your dreams and with an open objective you will then have the opportunity to harness all its power and in return all the pieces of the puzzle will be spread out for you for your taking. Once you find the first piece, you then will be given the license required to take part of this phenomenon so you can complete life's grander picture found outside the ivory tower. You will know with all certainty that you are not dreaming and that what you are witnessing is not a mirage, that is until, the silver cord be loosed, after that, when death finds its way to sting and the grave can then claim its victory, welcome and accept a Re"quies'cat In Pa'ce.

As always, Welcome to the show!
Fish The Pig Feb 2015
Let me post a selfie
how's my hair
makeup
angle
filter
how do I look
did I get likes yet?
Let me post a status
one about how much I love my besties
another on how I learned a new lesson
now here's a photo of my breakfast
I have to comment
like
poke
post new updates
every day
becuase that's just what you do nowadays,
that's just how it goes
because we're all so afraid
if we don't keep posting
if we don't get those likes
and invites
and pokes
and fill up our messages
and notifications,
that we're going to be forgotten.
That if we don't solidify our presence
on social media
then we don't have a presence at all.
We spend so much time
trying to make other people
think we exist,
that we never end up existing at all,
not really.
We don't need all these people
and confirmations
to tell us we exist.
we already do.
If only it weren't so easy to forget that.
I'm a slave to my status.
aromatic coffee awakens senses
   midst the gestured warmth of radiant
      smiles's 'tween morning brew,
reverently paused to catch
    the awe inspiring  poignancy
               of sunrise's exhilaration,
whilst cozily wrapped in the delightful unfurl
   of captivating poetry's skillful delectation
    a rising ritual begun many blue moons afore,
  tempting consciousness, feeding soulfulness
    enlightening sensibilities as it
        enriches the day's appreciation
               'pon the keen awareness of poets,
tempests from all niches of the world
   coming together amid upheavals and serenity,
ceremoniously dubbed fierce confirmations
      of words expressly borne, communing the
         artfully spirited of resourceful artisans,
     procuring special collective bonds that
               only poesy can wholly dictate,
they look upon us as enigmas
  rather strange breed of puzzling characters,
     as this inexplicable endeavor
        escapes their stifled perceptions
         of conduit's musing reasonable facsimile,
we're merely cognitive passages for
    experiences on common ground
       in realizations of all-too-human foibles
          eccentricities, yearnings and fortitude,
released deliverance of  potpourri
   serving up inky joy beyond expression,
    intention's distinction deciphering
      reflections in meditative affirmations,
breadth of unrestrained beholden visions
   conjured notions of paramount significance
       wherein lies evidence of life's burnt offerings,
beginnings and endings of hearts' indulgences
     wept in resolute  celebrations of existence

                *as only a poet could discernibly translate
Samuel Lombardo Sep 2014
I was left on the wayside;
it was only temporarily.
In fact, for a while-
I was hermit;
and when I met you
my heart opened up again.
There was a breakthrough.
Someone in my life-
of the past-
very confused, lost in love;
and yet, still blames me-
In reality,
I am the book unfinished-
"Unfinished Business!!"
How is it then
You think you know so
much about me?
A suspicion?
No, that is what brought
You to this lesson.
Never believe what you see-
Question your heart-
And know where your mind is!
Please, I ask of you-
A legacy was warned
because of suspicion-
a talk from confirmation-
yet, nothing but your story
was told.
This story is getting
boring- nothing but meaningless
nonsense that only
incriminates who you are.
This is not a story
about who you are-
this is the story
representing where you are.
The truth is
It was not that I liked you-
but I made you learn
a lesson-
never to trade what you love
for the loss of another.
I am still making
my legacy-
where are you?
I am not saying anything-
there are ears
who hear, but only
see what they want to see.
I am not worried about
feelings- the feelings
the love of a person
Only I can still forgive
the moments in life
who thought of me
broken me of my life.
Do you think it is worth
the worth of finished business?
Unfinished Business only happens
when you are able to
guide yourself to success.
How do you define?
Is everything lust?
Why was I judged so harshly?
Where do you stand?
You stand on a road to
broken and bare tree limbs.
To lead- one must
Be-Able themselves to personalities
And Characters.
You want a lesson on love-
Deal with the source-
Love's  not from suspicions,
lies, and confirmations
Those of a past who
should have been gone-
I no longer view them,
trust them- nor
will I allow them.
They did enough to my book-
This book was not
suppose to have
love and suspense-
Your life was business-
A friendship wonderfully
made- other most
important with value.
Unfortunately, you
have a new reality-
a reality that has been
brought to you-
the answer of broken heart.
Am I a friend, you ask?
I will say, a friend does not need
to harass or stalk-
no, but when they are
around- and you are hiding-
the darkness is what
keeps me away.
Understand, you are
the problem
which must be solved-
and you are the light
in which we will all learn.
Get your life down the
path of righteousness-
there you will see your
dreams over a rainbow-
and fountains of life
springing before you-
and trees filled
with so many leaves
You will surpass all
this promise, if only
you can stop
abusing power with freedom.
There is free will and choice;
but how many of us
use our choices wisely.
The lesson here-
stay away from suspicions-
the darkness of confirmations
to void your legacies and dream-
and become dependent-
in yourself;
understand that there is more to me
than what you have already lost.
I am leaving this story;
in-ended, because
this story has a sequel-
A sequel of righteousness,
faith, love, peace-
and understanding-
a new beginning-
a promise of legacy-
and forget the book
that passes-
there was so many empty pages.
I can almost re-write
the phrases, but that will
bring me back-
and I am not going back.
Time to move forward.
This is not obsession
nor lust- this is
a new found promise-
a promise of legacy
and friendship.
Understand that love
is friendship; and without love
there is darkness;
you want to shine-
learn to love.
This poem is for those who were either not understanding me, did not understand my situation, or may have known me in the past and have totally judged me the wrong way.
july hearne Jul 2018
it's a surgical thing
to become so real

like the new thing, the next big thing
confirmations everywhere

tech bro's and rainbows
can't handle this season
of my life

can't wait until the rainbows
fade

can't get along with the season
next one coming next

no one to talk to
marching forth like saints
the whole world a cult to join
or not join
The suns divulgence to the sky torrents every once in a while into distinguished hues.
Everything happens for a reason.
Samuel Lombardo Oct 2014
Untitled:

I was left on the wayside;
it was only temporarily.
In fact, for a while-
I was hermit;
and when I met you
my heart opened up again.
There was a breakthrough.
Someone in my life-
of the past-
very confused, lost in love;
and yet, still blames me-
In reality,
I am the book unfinished-
"Unfinished Business!!"
How is it then
You think you know so
much about me?
A suspicion?
No, that is what brought
You to this lesson.
Never believe what you see-
Question your heart-
And know where your mind is!
Please, I ask of you-
A legacy was warned
because of suspicion-
a talk from confirmation-
yet, nothing but your story
was told.
This story is getting
boring- nothing but meaningless
nonsense that only
incriminates who you are.
This is not a story
about who you are-
this is the story
representing where you are.
The truth is
It was not that I liked you-
but I made you learn
a lesson-
never to trade what you love
for the loss of another.
I am still making
my legacy-
where are you?
I am not saying anything-
there are ears
who hear, but only
see what they want to see.
I am not worried about
feelings- the feelings
the love of a person
Only I can still forgive
the moments in life
who thought of me
broken me of my life.
Do you think it is worth
the worth of finished business?
Unfinished Business only happens
when you are able to
guide yourself to success.
How do you define?
Is everything lust?
Why was I judged so harshly?
Where do you stand?
You stand on a road to
broken and bare tree limbs.
To lead- one must
Be-Able themselves to personalities
And Characters.
You want a lesson on love-
Deal with the source-
love's not from suspicions,
lies, and confirmations
Those of a past who
should have been gone-
I no longer view them,
trust them- nor
will I allow them.
They did enough to my book-
This book was not
suppose to have
love and suspense-
Your life was business-
A friendship wonderfully
made- other most
important with value.
Unfortunately, you
have a new reality-
a reality that has been
brought to you-
the answer of broken heart.
Am I a friend, you ask?
I will say, a friend does not need
to harass or stalk-
no, but when they are
around- and you are hiding-
the darkness is what
keeps me away.
Understand, you are
the problem
which must be solved-
and you are the light
in which we will all learn.
Get your life down the
path of righteousness-
there you will see your
dreams over a rainbow-
and fountains of life
springing before you-
and trees filled
with so many leaves
You will surpass all
this promise, if only
you can stop
abusing power with freedom.
There is free will and choice;
but how many of us
use our choices wisely.
The lesson here-
stay away from suspicions-
the darkness of confirmations
to void your legacies and dream-
and become dependent-
in yourself;
understand that there is more to me
than what you have already lost.
I am leaving this story;
in-ended, because
this story has a sequel-
A sequel of righteousness,
faith, love, peace-
and understanding-
a new beginning-
a promise of legacy-
and forget the book
that passes-
there was so many empty pages.
I can almost re-write
the phrases, but that will
bring me back-
and I am not going back.
Time to move forward.
This is not obsession
nor lust- this is
a new found promise-
a promise of legacy
and friendship.
Understand that love
is friendship; and without love
there is darkness;
you want to shine-
learn to love.
#Hope #Love #Peace #Understanding #Iknowyourpain #Spiritual #Truths
Ken Pepiton Aug 2022
The work words have to do, I do as well
leaving being as having been begun
ghabh-
also *ghebh-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning
"to give or receive."
The basic sense of the root probably is "to hold,"

Able comes from this, thus
ability  

8 billions, say
- the ob-servant says,
half are breathing in, as half
were breathing out,

certainly a few were out of sync,
so some of us sneezed, one would think
to effect the fectuality, unawares,

stutter steps, bridge march, aware
smell the honey suckle smell, no,
discern a subtle dif-fer tle,lit-tle
bit
literal not sames, similar sense, smell
seeming
how more aware have we all become,
we who lost taste and smell, while
experiencing a pandemic in our time.
Eventually endemic.
How rare are we in history? First wave.
Mindful, some how, now
my taste and smell
systems are back,
on.

Off, again, try to remember the smell,
of linden trees in Helena,
and wonder, set a mind on wish to know
will wonder, the worth of which we know

but fail to consider until… un til, tilling soil,
un
I think, et I'm y conjoined, to reconsider you.

At my bitterest root,
my jealousy and rage,
- alleluia, you know the drill
my will to act like some ancient god.
Cursing all I ever was.
-disconfabulating my own legend… uses
time, in points made.

May I guess we know each word,
writ and read, in this medium sprouted from
science with held from those
limited access faith confirmations, holy secret
ways out of paying for all the idle words,
never taken for the sense intended,
foremost
sense
posited, as a point in time,
we agree, I can, we did

--plea, please explain, make it seem
as real as any dream, we can't handle the truth.
-pointless-
- why carry the weight of knowing
think of nothing
in a word,
yet
not in time/
-- a spirit from the mortals fearing death
lives in this lie, cultural *******, fear of measure,
spit an image, imagine a nation, from dragon's teeth
spat, shat, splat, all the same, fat rain sound.
-- crack of the gavel, give us rapt attention---
order, order in the court, when, in fact,
judgement begins where Jesus says God is,
in his forever state, in me, of we, who
took him at his word, be true, live.
the way
courtesy commands, as judgment begins
in the spirit
of the man,

The right hand ignores the left hand clapping
-present the feeble fable

Discord sown among brothers-
hate the owning fact of life, only one breath,

- listen to the retold old word tale
- endemic demes enforced knowledge
- from **** to last told tale… we are this
- this is epic in each occurrence… we realize
smoked ribbon winds around in
form,
the long winter mind, all hearing ears, feel
from our gut, we obey. We join image-e- nations.

We dare ante-cipitate the motion in the dance.
All public opinion re
arrives at one point. We have no reasons for war,
we are not the users of others, we give, and
have been given unto, in some inexplicable way,

peace in time to rest in it, dabbling in old lies, left
binding cultural ties, as all reason for stiffness wilts

We listen to the Wendigo,
who wound the ******* greedy winding wake,
when the forest was aflame, and the wind had no cloud
that did not poison rain.
- meandering progress, not steam ship progress
sense posed reason aitia, to the t/
spirit and image in the idiom/
sublime

Now, the teller, looks to me, reminds me
of light perceived as punctual, flashing,
aha, waves in passing
understood.
Effectually.
- we stand as one.
- In the ready written mind.

All but he who takes a knee, ala George Washington,
under the leafless tree, in the olden vale.

The point of any thing, is made for, f-word for or fore
before, forsaking, one must make for some sake,
no relationship to four, for some reason, get
as a service, do what you do. Right.
Why would one enabled to do good,
do otherwise?

Ignor the answers you ask for.
Pretend poetry never makes
sense in terms of poetic good, exhaled, relieved,

passing coolness in the air.
- as gentle spirits some say do
Orderly arrangement, left mind, right or most versatile hand,
point at any thing,
bend that finger,
as on a trigger,
we can, we
know not how, we know, we have, we hold certain
positioning words as one mind may, I know,

I just got my smell back.
Like that, but after using your James Webb visualizing augments.
The wheel galaxy, just as imagined… we see

In effect, this is science, this is history,
this is art and language, holding sway,
we all know earth produces on a cycle, right,
greed breeds and brings forth famine,
famine finds us eating our corporations…
Jubilee, reset
-ship, shape, worth-shape, sense make,
peace where war was, one point
at a time.

Hold that thought, this is intended for

an audience, as the Terminal List,
was made to entertain military minds,
mental peace enforcer traits, keepers
of the secret, duty to the concept,..
live free, or die- for no reason,
save the Platonic essential lie.

Peacemakers were not intended,
we want valient warriors, at the core,
not the passive resistors increasing
capacity
to have the whole world sneeze.
And blink,
To sell words redeemed, mercurial recovery,

as from first people stories, branching away,

chaparral, between the salty sea,
and high reaching pine

fishing in a sea of social forgotten schemes/

Self govern, but in these days, not the future,
self govern now, participate in the present,

NPC over sight, non intervention-invention,
installed when you agreed, you watch,
do not rewrite the ending/

So, story being told.
Story being made up to conserve,

serve a certain truth we know, winter comes
some times for too long,

so we consider the ant, and remember Wendigo.

greedy gut, cheater, long time ago, we know,
we all can be the hungered beast.

Wait, and see, some day, we see the peace pass
for understanding, and we wonder into a we,
state of awe, as a we aware, we think

whole worlds and only words, at once.
Making peace from confused principle things.

We can, others have, agree; we are the best/

--------
Welfare, fare thee well, we said

we are as rich as ever was,
but we live a quiet life.

Pressure from some outside source,
begins be gins beginning to squeeze,

and pull and stretch, who needs the show
shown every where,
there, those other people, who own
no means to make a living form we are
reality personality types, all observants
become familiar with,
predicting winners, if it happens

I coulda been a contender, the audience
always know,
just how it feels, to be on your own,
a compleated unknown enfolding old Dylan licks,

Wendigo, there he go,
lickin' his chops, BG words are all I have
to take his breath away,

soft, and gentle/ sub-tility, wait, as sufficient

seed becomes something, never just a seed again,
and then just a seed a million times, in the wind.

-------------
3:55
I've driven myself to reflection
point,
observation con services ob
scene, objects mis directed, rect-
ify, io I mean, finger mover, on demander
I, free, willing, hunting wendigo from fantacy
conforming to hate manifested, abhor evil,
-never rests, never
rest in stranger's peace of mind,
find plain old apples in the tree, free, no fines,
no charge, non sense, an-tic

click onoma-tope -- under all of history, we know,

scribes, alone, found time to write, after reasoning
in the agora all day… ancient minds, WWSD?

--- listen, I am ashamed to beg, so, what does
your tab say, listen, I'm thinking

that's too much, here, take your ledger, wipe the debt.

Clean, no remnant from which revenant wrongs make claim,

first story told was told as lies, intended to deceive.

Knowledge is truth's gift, we live and learn
and pass it on. One point, inevitably crossing now.
And leaving a ripple, no marks

Yet, behind all that, this peace in mind, as a state, mindstate
timespace space time

taken, for granted bequilement does not disconnect,
knowing from known, and proof from pudding,
true rest,
reason for peace taken, in knowing, some body
had to believe, if it feels good, suddenly,
you know, every thing we eat
turns to ****, unless we learn…

that is good. Deal with it.
Homework, listen again to Braiding Sweetgrass.
Michelle E Alba Jul 2010
In a midnight lamentation,
the soul (suppressed) of reprobation,
wallowed in wasted conspiracies-
unjust (censored) confirmations.

My shoes (foundation) which were half on,
stained the beer (love), which was half gone,
that he camped- (devoted) so entitled,
marvelously, (masculine) so magnificently upon.

Ongoing obstacles, alluring alike,
repressed restraints depicted, despite-
ones that evaded, encompassed our love,
which freshly, faithfully, finally took-flight.

That beer (blazing) tottered so temping-
wrongfully, radiantly, reluctantly-right!
It swiveling-and-spinning, (dangling) around the axis of life,
Makes this, yet another- lamentation in the night.
1487  Nov 2012
Let her be
1487 Nov 2012
These roaring pains felt in my stomach ******* me to my knees
But I stand up, go back to work, cause I'm the cleaning lady

Drowning tears of failure and never to your needs
To uncles who understand and claim they will make a stand,
"Under your weight a lovely girl lives and I'm going to tell him 'bout it!"
Oh, uncle Bill, can't you see? 
I've learned whiskey words make a fool out of me

I shoot the purple on the green
From racking, not knowing, just focusing 
A phone call to tell me the snow is 3 deep
Spitting curse words around me like the white flakes I see
But you're just furious because I spend my money

Daddy, you don't love me like you do them
Confirmations from strangers and old family friends
Your standards too high, I never stood a chance
*And here comes that pain again
Atoosa Feb 2017
Ignite!
But tame
Your flame
Within the lamp
Shedding its light
Invite, and arrange
The room, the hearth,
Lace the food with love
Cage your tears with calm
And center yourself on Him
Trust that the words will come
The hearts will open and fear
Will be displaced by truth
Careless of self offer
Effort and intent
Confirmations
Will come in time with patience
Transformation time is near
Inspired by this beautiful prayer :

O my Lord!  O my Lord!  This is a lamp lighted by the fire of Thy love and ablaze with the flame which is ignited in the tree of Thy mercy.  O my Lord!  Increase his enkindlement, heat and flame, with the fire which is kindled in the Sinai of Thy Manifestation.  Verily, Thou art the Confirmer, the Assister, the Powerful, the Generous, the Loving.

‘Abdu’l-Bahá
Baha'i Sacred Writings
Alicia Nicole Nov 2011
Virginity lost,
innocence stolen.
Sheets tangled,
emotions interwoven.
***** clothes,
ruffled hair.
Questions of how,
when and where.
Reminders of tomorrow,
predictors for tonight.
Confirmations of standing,
Emotions just right.
Placed bedside,
words left out.
Lust and passion,
what tonight’s about.

Morning confession,
admittance of sin.
Wishing lust to stop,
but praying it’ll never end.
Emotions dressed,
worn only during day.
Then changed at night,
seeking for new prey.

Virginity lost,
innocence stolen.
Stealing dignity,
never beholden.
A thin veil,
an attempt to cover.
Comes off at night,
under new cover.

Virginity confirmed,
finally dead.
Studies done,
in the bed.
Innocence gone,
never alive.
Veil disappeared,
ending the strive.
Bedside table,
falls apart.
Pieces found in sheets,
of an intertwined heart.
Lust and passion,
exchanged here.
Intertwined with emotions,
cries hard to overhear.

— The End —