Where is compassion?

The Christian church supposedly based on Christ, Let’s look at what Got people into those churches, The gospels got people into the churches, Written by four men who knew how to use propaganda, The first at first churches or big rooms without chairs no candles no stained glass naked, My favorite Church in Decorah is

Steaming windows

Its only August seventeenth twenty-twenty-two, To early for steamed windows, The steam still is there, I am proud of twice in my forties being responsible for steamy windows, See unlike young LGBTQ there were no mentors for girls from small Iowa rural towns, I spent a couple.years hoping while carving my pocket knife would slip

Toying with a plot

Chapter twelve Jacqueline Night Walker by Val K.H.Whitewolf is about the Titanic, Interesting tidbits, Nuances, Blurbs, Tweeks, Facts, Easter Eggs, Froth with a huge dose if Val humor, Good and bad, All in the family, No I hated that show, And Forest Gump, And Tom Hanks Robinson Cruesoe volley ball, Did you know Defoe wrote

Never seek

When women say, Tell me about you, I go sty me still! Words matter as a poet, Words have power, Only people use them wrongly, Wrongly used allows unseemless lies, I trusted, I thought, Two different women were interested, Exactly in my goals for us, I learned the hard way, Age doesn’t teach, Time doesn’t

Funny little girl

The little redhead that I’ve been working hard to save her life, Easier by far to give her a bath and Mr Black, Tonight is a stood at the sink ready in her bath, Eyes encrusted with a cold, Every morning I work hard to clear out it ick and they’re still infected I can’t

Don’t get up!

Don’t rise! People who say that have no clue, When young rising is accomplished void of thought! Struck twice by cars, Died due to a half sisters started fire, Rising is easier said then done, Today my adopted sister needed me, Filling for Medicaid, Insurance government insist I have it, Its purpose is to bill

Wryter know thiself

I put I where Y would be, And Y where I belong, I have been a wryter since eyghty-fyve, People wyll read thei and styll assume, Assume thyngs were myspelled, That’s lyfe, I have says it calmli, Verballi and yn words, Shoutyng yn mi head, Shoutyng yn mi heart, No one understands! Styll some man

Ring a ding,ding

From eight thirty till? One Ringa dingie, Two Ringa dingie, Three Ringa dingie, Depressed friends calling, Sometimes when she’s sad might call her poet friend eleven times, I tell her I’m an empath, She’s deep in her world Sadness buries one, Depressed one name, Sleep most days, She’s been tramatized, Raped by her dear old

Flock

Preachers what do you teach? What do you teach? Is the art of lying taught, Do you bother to call it what it is? Preaches what do you teach? Do you teach by example? The Rabbi Jesus poor boy, Jewish boy how did that fact Not get taught? In the writings propagandised by the writers

Trauma

Begets fear, Bullying, Lies beget believers, Innocent gets you crushed, Lonliness, Being fearful even from love, Feelings, Cornered, Trapped, All from Not bombs bursting in air! Shell shock mine from narcississ half sister who mom told seventy times a day ‘ No I”m not leaving my home,my family & friends or my cat!’ Mom and