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The Sex Trade!
1. First an internet address you can learn from.
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2. This article doesn't say how many teenage girls and fresh newly 18-your old grown women are stolen from the United States,
and forced off into the foreign sex trade.
3. Listen young teenage girls and newly grown-up women,
your double model good looks, shaking your tits underneath your shirts, shaking and waving your butt back and forth in a sexy way, that isn't going to protect you in a time of you being attacked by these monster men,
and forced off into the sex-trade!
Ladies and teenage girls I know that's your calling card
to the choice males you choose to draw them into you
for a date but what good is it if you're forcibly stolen away
captured for the sex-trade?
4. A lot of you had just laughed at me when I had suggested
you take self-defense and martial arts.
The choices you make will either free you
or sooner or later they will enslave you for making bad choices.
5. You females need to look back on that article, why?
It's when 4 to 6 teenage girls or fresh 18-year women are
caught together by themselves, and 10 to 15 Monster Men
catch you all by gun point or either they grab both of your arms
where you catch reach for your cell-phones.
Modern Technology hasn't stopped these Monster Men
from grabbing you forcing you into the sex-trade.
Or you could get caught by yourself thinking you have
female independence, and these horrible men come
and ruin your life at the least time you would expect.
6. Why are so many women and teenage girls forcibly taken
into the sex-trade?
Do you know a few months before these sex-trade monster men
make their move on you.
They study your everyday coming and going and no doubt
they do have Video Digital Binoculars on you
from a very far distance away.
They watch your husbands to,
they know when he leaves home and you're home there alone
by yourself.
These Sex-Trade Men are genuine snakes in the grass.
These men spy on everything just so they can time it just right
to capture you.
7. I'm sure they have all kinds of U.S. Companies written down
where a lot of women work at.
It's only a matter of time when they will make their move on you.
If you want to forcibly capture these Monster Men
then you had better put your education to work for you,
learn self-defense martial arts, learn-it like Ronda Rousey did,
if you're attacked by 5 or 6 or two men
in that ugly sex-trade business.
Your learned experience can forcibly capture these Monster Men,
and then you can turn them in for their new home called prison.
8. I had talked to a friend of mine a few years ago about this sex-trade,
he said, "they shouldn't have the pleasure of prison,
they should be cut enough where the bleeding will take time to stop
on their arm."
I said, "why?"
He said, "So they could be flown over a huge area of shark infested waters
and dropped from the chopper so the sharks can have their dinner."
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2. This article doesn't say how many teenage girls and fresh newly 18-your old grown women are stolen from the United States,
and forced off into the foreign sex trade.
3. Listen young teenage girls and newly grown-up women,
your double model good looks, shaking your tits underneath your shirts, shaking and waving your butt back and forth in a sexy way, that isn't going to protect you in a time of you being attacked by these monster men,
and forced off into the sex-trade!
Ladies and teenage girls I know that's your calling card
to the choice males you choose to draw them into you
for a date but what good is it if you're forcibly stolen away
captured for the sex-trade?
4. A lot of you had just laughed at me when I had suggested
you take self-defense and martial arts.
The choices you make will either free you
or sooner or later they will enslave you for making bad choices.
5. You females need to look back on that article, why?
It's when 4 to 6 teenage girls or fresh 18-year women are
caught together by themselves, and 10 to 15 Monster Men
catch you all by gun point or either they grab both of your arms
where you catch reach for your cell-phones.
Modern Technology hasn't stopped these Monster Men
from grabbing you forcing you into the sex-trade.
Or you could get caught by yourself thinking you have
female independence, and these horrible men come
and ruin your life at the least time you would expect.
6. Why are so many women and teenage girls forcibly taken
into the sex-trade?
Do you know a few months before these sex-trade monster men
make their move on you.
They study your everyday coming and going and no doubt
they do have Video Digital Binoculars on you
from a very far distance away.
They watch your husbands to,
they know when he leaves home and you're home there alone
by yourself.
These Sex-Trade Men are genuine snakes in the grass.
These men spy on everything just so they can time it just right
to capture you.
7. I'm sure they have all kinds of U.S. Companies written down
where a lot of women work at.
It's only a matter of time when they will make their move on you.
If you want to forcibly capture these Monster Men
then you had better put your education to work for you,
learn self-defense martial arts, learn-it like Ronda Rousey did,
if you're attacked by 5 or 6 or two men
in that ugly sex-trade business.
Your learned experience can forcibly capture these Monster Men,
and then you can turn them in for their new home called prison.
8. I had talked to a friend of mine a few years ago about this sex-trade,
he said, "they shouldn't have the pleasure of prison,
they should be cut enough where the bleeding will take time to stop
on their arm."
I said, "why?"
He said, "So they could be flown over a huge area of shark infested waters
and dropped from the chopper so the sharks can have their dinner."
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Posted: Apr 25
About this poem:
1. TO ALL PARENTS AND LEGAL GUARDIANS THAT LOVE THEIR DAUGHTERS:MOM AND DAD PLEASE DO WHAT YOU CAN TO PUT MONEY AWAY FOR YOUR DAUGHTERS
SELF DEFENSE TRAINING FUND.
2. THOSE MOMS AND DADS THAT LOVE THEIR DAUGHTERS, IT IS TOO EASY FOR TEENAGE GIRLS
TO SQUANDER MONEY, YOU PARENTS HAVE TO HOLD ON TO THAT MONEY,
GO DOWN YOURSELFVES AND PHYSICALLY SIGN HER UP AND PAY FOR THOSE COURSES
OF SELF-DEFENSE.
3. TO ALL THE BROTHERS OF SISTERS THAT LOVE YOUR SISTERS
JUST LIKE MOM AND DAD DO, MR. BROTHER IF YOU REALLY LOVE YOUR SISTER
AND YOU KNOW MOM AND DAD DON'T HAVE THE EXTRA-MONEY TO PUT YOUR
SISTER THROUGH SELF-DEFENSE COURSES, YOU PAY HER WAY.
DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR SISTER 30 OR 40 YEARS FROM NOW?
YOU MAY NOT KNOW THIS THERE A PERCENTAGE OF TEENAGE GIRLS
AND GROWN-UP WOMEN THAT DO DIE FROM THIS SEX-TRADE,
SAD BUT TRUE.
THESE SELF-DEFENSE COURSES ARE LIFE SAVING.
THE GOSPEL SAVES THE SOUL MARTIAL ARTS SAVES THE BODY.
I WAS RAISED IN A FOSTER HOME IN MY TEEN YEARS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT.
I HATE THE PROOF OF EVIDENCE THAT THING CALLED THE SEX-TRADE
DOES EXIST, I WISH IT DIDN'T EXIST AT ALL!
BUT THE SAD GRAPHIC TRUTH ABOUT THIS IT DOES EXIST
AN IN REALITY YOU MUST ACT QUICK TO SAFE YOUR SISTERS YOU BROTHERS.
I'VE HAD AND HAD KEPT AN THIS OLD-SAYING FOR YEARS.
"LITTLE LOVE FOR YOUR SISTER LITTLE YOU WILL DO."
"A LOT OF LOVE FOR YOUR SISTER A LOT YOU WILL DO FOR YOUR SISTER."
IF YOU BROTHERS THAT LOVE YOUR SISTERS AND YOU MOM AND DAD
AND THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY TREE DOESN'T HAVE THE EXTRA-MONEY
TO PUT YOUR SISTER THROUGH SELF-DEFENSE COURSES.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR SISTER 30 TO 40 OR 60 YEARS FROM NOW
YOU HAD BETTER DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
THERE ALSO IS A PERCENT NUMBER OF FEMALES MISSING IN ACTION IN THE UNITED STATES
(MIA) THEY ARE IN COUNTRIES AGAINST THEIR FREE WILL,
AND THIS IS A GRAVE INJUSTICE DONE TO FEMALES.
Rainbow's in a waterfall.
Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
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Posted: Apr 15
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online today!Black Night
Black night, black thoughts merging into one
No sword shall sever this gordian knot
that binds my being in longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing to crush
the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them
but they recede into the shadows
to mock me anew in ripened time
But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am finally free
Free!
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul
The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar
soothes my being and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day
No sword shall sever this gordian knot
that binds my being in longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing to crush
the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them
but they recede into the shadows
to mock me anew in ripened time
But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am finally free
Free!
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul
The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar
soothes my being and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day
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Posted: Apr 6
About this poem:
(wrote this at a dark period in my life in my early 20s)
online today!Counting
counting days in somber dreams
wildflowers, butterflies and bees
the truth of this fallen world
just takes me to my knees
counting money and pennies
bonds, stocks and trusts
all games played by the elites
despicable venues that disgusts
counting lives that are destroyed
in laws, mandates and evil plans
sly and deliberately deployed
blood dripping from their hands
counting the ones still standing
with pain, sickened and lost
a war of lies against the people
and our freedom has been the cost
counting days until we awake
knowing, living and well
for love, peace and blessing
is our natural state to dwell
© Jade Anjoun
wildflowers, butterflies and bees
the truth of this fallen world
just takes me to my knees
counting money and pennies
bonds, stocks and trusts
all games played by the elites
despicable venues that disgusts
counting lives that are destroyed
in laws, mandates and evil plans
sly and deliberately deployed
blood dripping from their hands
counting the ones still standing
with pain, sickened and lost
a war of lies against the people
and our freedom has been the cost
counting days until we awake
knowing, living and well
for love, peace and blessing
is our natural state to dwell
© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Apr 4
About this poem:
Reflections of a changing world since the dawn of 2020
Violet Flames
Silently, whilst the phoenix sleeps on his perch
On the tree, it leaves the canopy in the lurch
In which the willow weeps, embers of golden fire crackling
A creator struggles to produce a ballad of inspiration,
That as the rose slowly unfurls
Its the epitome of passion and persuasion
As petals grow, unwittingly beautiful
Old as the resembelence of a royal Earl too
And the stem of growth is a sheer emerald green
That warrants not everything is meant to be seen
As the passion begins to teem with a scene
That whirls into a revelation of repute
Building up the families of the dispute
Two parties flock to the scene, in which,
The paternal figures both turn angry red
As all becomes war and bloodshed
In the tears, as it unfolds, the story is a stone of gold
Mirrored in the grief that's taken from the monentious day
The tears wash the emotion and the sadness away
Memories still gathered at the time, but are toasted
By either families with a glass of red wine.
On the tree, it leaves the canopy in the lurch
In which the willow weeps, embers of golden fire crackling
A creator struggles to produce a ballad of inspiration,
That as the rose slowly unfurls
Its the epitome of passion and persuasion
As petals grow, unwittingly beautiful
Old as the resembelence of a royal Earl too
And the stem of growth is a sheer emerald green
That warrants not everything is meant to be seen
As the passion begins to teem with a scene
That whirls into a revelation of repute
Building up the families of the dispute
Two parties flock to the scene, in which,
The paternal figures both turn angry red
As all becomes war and bloodshed
In the tears, as it unfolds, the story is a stone of gold
Mirrored in the grief that's taken from the monentious day
The tears wash the emotion and the sadness away
Memories still gathered at the time, but are toasted
By either families with a glass of red wine.
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Posted: Feb 7
About this poem:
Remember when...
The Black Mermaid
Dark as any bark on a winter day
Frost that clings to her contours
An outline takes shape in the rocks
Her sculpture worn smooth by time
Standing over an ever restless sea
A protective guardian over her tomb
Carved in the same expressionless look
Casting her gaze over all the lost souls
Forever trapped in the tranquil deep
Reaching back are tales of ancient times
She watches relentlessly silent and still
The generations of sea birds come and go
All passing by and falling under her spell
Frost that clings to her contours
An outline takes shape in the rocks
Her sculpture worn smooth by time
Standing over an ever restless sea
A protective guardian over her tomb
Carved in the same expressionless look
Casting her gaze over all the lost souls
Forever trapped in the tranquil deep
Reaching back are tales of ancient times
She watches relentlessly silent and still
The generations of sea birds come and go
All passing by and falling under her spell
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Posted: Feb 9
About this poem:
Writing about a familiar outcropping of rocks that sometimes take shape and form in the crevices of our mind like passing clouds and give us all a sense of place in time.Love That’s Lost In Time
Why do you haunt me in my dreams
Wake me in the middle of the night
Make me feel like I’ve lost touch
With the person I used to be
Why do I need to pacify my inner self
In the glowing din of the twilight
Making contact out of the corners of our eyes
In a desperate plea for each other
Where do you come from
How come I recognize your face
Hear the sweet melancholy of your voice
Longing to feel your sweet embrace
How come your eyes penetrate so deeply into my soul
When you smile at the same time I smile
Even the way we listen intently to each other
Your words just loud enough each one
We can’t tear our eyes away from each other
At the end of the dream you search me out
Just to say a few parting words like
We will see each other again soon
Will we ever be together again
Because you belong to me somehow
No stranger is a dream then an apparition
No stranger is the woman of my dreams
Wake me in the middle of the night
Make me feel like I’ve lost touch
With the person I used to be
Why do I need to pacify my inner self
In the glowing din of the twilight
Making contact out of the corners of our eyes
In a desperate plea for each other
Where do you come from
How come I recognize your face
Hear the sweet melancholy of your voice
Longing to feel your sweet embrace
How come your eyes penetrate so deeply into my soul
When you smile at the same time I smile
Even the way we listen intently to each other
Your words just loud enough each one
We can’t tear our eyes away from each other
At the end of the dream you search me out
Just to say a few parting words like
We will see each other again soon
Will we ever be together again
Because you belong to me somehow
No stranger is a dream then an apparition
No stranger is the woman of my dreams
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
This is entirely an abstract form of poetry that tries to define something that’s more imaginary than real.Xmas lights.
Why do you need someone to touch you to feel again.
Surely that is not a requirement to feel alive.
I don't need anyone to be able to function, I never have, because everyone will always leave.
So why now?
Yes I know the psychology behind it, I am a nurse, so I get it.
So after losing a child, a father, a sister, and getting divorced twice...it makes no sense now..this numb feeling is so strange.
In order to give to others you need to have something to give, there's always been a lot to give, but today if you cut me open I wouldn't even bleed.
Love yourself first I am told, but where did I go.
I am a house full of Xmas lights and if you switch on the lights inside the Xmas lights will go off, so you leave the inside in darkness.
Surely that is not a requirement to feel alive.
I don't need anyone to be able to function, I never have, because everyone will always leave.
So why now?
Yes I know the psychology behind it, I am a nurse, so I get it.
So after losing a child, a father, a sister, and getting divorced twice...it makes no sense now..this numb feeling is so strange.
In order to give to others you need to have something to give, there's always been a lot to give, but today if you cut me open I wouldn't even bleed.
Love yourself first I am told, but where did I go.
I am a house full of Xmas lights and if you switch on the lights inside the Xmas lights will go off, so you leave the inside in darkness.
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Posted: Dec 26
About this poem:
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Life as it is
I stood to strong for to damn long, i sat by and watched it all take place, a softened heart among many treasures i hold without a trace i found someone to see not to know dont let go, i walked through forever to find that dove, i carried the pain until she changed lanes and wasted my love, now i am just an old soldier without a gun, standing when i should run, such fun. Today i am now free as not many can see I’m buried underneath my favourite tree thanks to thee.
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Posted: Jun 2023
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Sorrow at my door
Slowy moving though my minds demise.
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.
With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.
There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.
The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.
I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.
I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.
With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.
There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.
The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.
I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.
I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?
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Posted: Dec 13
About this poem:
Every day Since my stepdad passed away, I have seen one magpie in the same spot it was haunting. I recently had a look and I found that the second one had died. It is amazing how you can be so wrapped up in what you think is happening to you and miss what is happening to others.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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