Michael Anthony Furtado

It would likely be a wise policy for the Government of Israel to allow both Hezbollah and Hamas to assert leaders, for at least a little while, allowing them to speak their foolish blasphemies so that the greater world can come to understand their pathetic evil, pathetic evil thoughts.The Israeli authorities, perhaps, should allow the leaders of both Hezbollah and Hamas to prance about, as it were, as if they were riding on My Little Pony Pretty Pony knockoff very large carnival-style stuffed animals, utterly, finally, humilliating them as they pretend that they are highly skilled F-35 fighter pilots or qualified German Panther KF51 tank commanders, nicely embarrassing the Hezbollah and Hamas leadership.Perhaps we can nickname Hezbollah, "Blossoms" and Hamas "Buttercups", say, much like the names of the my little ponies little girls toys are so often named. One key to Israel's success over both terrorist orginizations would be to stubbornly not end the good task...

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"A Time Before" There once was Spring, as Summer rust, As ashen flowers, flowers' dust, That wept like laughing, watery rain, Before a time, once, without shame, A pleasant kiss, a simple touch, A time before, such stillness such, That once before kept time astray, Not one could keep that anyway, Soft stillness here, some pretty pat, Upon the grave, fair a time that, Heavens' pleasantries above, Our heads so wetted by the love, Of rain, and cold, amd wintery stain, So unknown only by kind pain, That hurt not one, nor two, nor three, The sweet and lovely songs so free, To cool, and touch, and lick, and feel, The fruits of land no one could steal.

"Princesa" Fairest softness, bid adieu, Fine pleasant sky,loved morning new, I wept for nights to pray for rain, The still of creatures, flying, stain, By deaths' decay as cherubims, That time before,that without seam, Forevermore, as what was held, Dear fires devouring, lights so quelled, Took sun and starlight from my eyes, When I was simply yet a child, I waited years to see her eyes, Again,as sun,at night,they flied.

"My Candle" Kindred glow of flickering mist, So warm as glistening mornings kissed, By comforting and pleasant rain, When lack of water, dearth, so pained, When once that ember lost its ash, A kindred glow, awake, at last.

"The Snake" The stink of him was much like bugs, But not of butterflies or slugs, Or stings of honeybees that kill, Those people set so free, so still, Of things like dying, things like bugs, When set apart, consuming dung, Ashen flowers, ashen bugs, Had all been set apart to love, The lick and stink of death, decay, And none were freed none otherway, He went ahead with prickly lust, Who is like God as ageless rust, His stony face towards the sky, So ever seeing he could fly, Yet as the seagull, as the tit, He not above too had to shit.

There was a girl that I once kissed, Betwixt a time, sorrowful bliss, Which once I thought to describe doom, Forsaking autumns, winters, moon, Or sun or stars or kindred night, But long before, impoverished light, She never left me without love, Nor never ending flights of doves, Here gentle waters, gentle place, Was never answered as a space, That called to me, from you anew, The mystic newness, morning dew, That cooled my spirit, as my heart, Your never lost, I never start, Or beg or ask of the dismay, I never kept that anyway, I would not blink, I would not see, To your eyes only I was free, From all be now, as all, above, My sweet P.S., a light, a love.

The West Bank should be fully anexed by Israel.

"Spring Water" A warming fires'pleasant glow, Before a time so cold, so low, As when the sting of flame on skin, Became as real as anything, A pleasant rain when heat so great, Became as as skies without a weight, Or toil and pain, the droughts, the snow, Had come about the truth, a glow, I had not felt such perfect air, Since I had been a child so fair, She held my secret, so held deep, And then I promised, I would keep, Her close to mind and close, as love, As truth befallen, graves above, Before the stars had fell from skies, Where rainbows, doves, and raven's cry, About the love of moons and stars, The sunny light and dreams a far, From silly things as silly days, Was and shall be as all afray, As wondered calm, as wondered loss, I shall not end at any cost, To you or I or anyone, Sweet mercy held, sweet mercies won, I truly fell in love with her, In hopes of smelling pleasant myrrh.