Quotes about stalker, page 5
Sarah Palin Smoked Pot And Called The Kettle Black?
Sarah Palin prime presidential material stated
people’s hero Julian Assange is a terrorist! Then
imposed Presidential sentence to be carried out.
Sarah Palin feels how wronged, she attacked Julian Assange, in
great Palin stalker tradition, she denounced innocent him; prime
terrorist who therefore should be allowed No Human Rights.
No Trial Julian Assange Assassinated a dehumanizing sentence
affirming Palin denial of human rights Geneva conventions.
Yes U.S. Republican Party Vice-Presidential candidate Governor
Palin said Assange should be hunted down like al-Qa'ida or Taliban.
Scary military build up invasion war to hunt down one man in Afghanistan.
Statistically now safe for at least a decade like hunted Osama bin Laden?
The moral of the story journalist Palin believes Assange should be executed.
Literally executed. Ladies on Palin bad hair day do not insult her clothes.
Palin who believes North Korea is one of America’s most important allies.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Touch Me Not?
don't touch
soul that star throbs stalker
past hearings' ear
don't touch
star dust plasma burns
spirit must bear
don't touch
light speed space stretches
probe infinite spear
don't touch
evolving dust constellations
thought born clear
although the doors
were locked, Jesus stood in their midst
and said, “May You have peace! ”
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Stalker
first came the obsession stage
then their mind became full of rage.
it does not matter if they're man or woman
for it is the same, their obsession becomes a game.
it usually starts off as admiration or a desire
to be with a person who has sparked their fire.
they start to fantasize every day
and how in their lives, the role they'll play.
it starts off simply as becoming their mate
and when that fails it turns to hate.
but in their minds all they could see
is that it's a love 'between her/he and me.
they feel that it's their heart, thats in control
and that it will touch the others soul.
they can not see that they are obsessed
with an inner desire, and that they are
not a knight in shining armour.
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poem by Louis Rams
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A Woman with no name
I see her fly up high in the blue skies
From afar I see her stand near by
She is ugly
She holds her head up high
She is pretty
She holds her head up high
She is rich
She holds her head up high
She is poor
She holds her head up high
She is stupid
She holds her head up high
She is intelligent
She holds her head up high
There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Suicide III
Suicide is not just about death
Suicide is not just about depressive silence
Suicide is about the dead of the society
Suicide is about the ignoring silence of the masses.
Suicidal, a feeling beyond words
Suicidal, a feeling beyond expression
Suicidal, is synonymous not to death
Suicidal, a feeling, is not far from us.
Dead society with rocky feelings
Ignores the plea set forth by bodily language
Each of us busily busy with our own tasks
Time we have, but not the mind and heart to serve.
For a movie we take the depressed to relieve their stress
For a meal we take the suicidal to kill the seed suicidal
We enjoy the movie, we delightfully swallow the meal
We ‘presume’ our friends too shared the same feelings.
Deep down the deadly stalker lies in abeyance
Waiting to pounce by ounce, the victim remains haplessly helpless
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poem by cyclopseven Ram
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Spotting A Lonely Person
I spotted a lonely person the other day
But when I approached him he jumped up and ran away
And later, much later I espied him in Brown balaclava and red gloves
Sitting as one would imagine on his own at a bar
With a double shot in a glass, I assume to drive away the loneliness?
So I surreptitiously sidled up to him
And whispered in his ear
My dear friend we've never met, but would you buy me a beer?
He sneered and looked down at his glass
I then continued 'Are you lonely, a lonely one on there own, is it you?
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poem by Yvette Smith
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An UnavoidAble Fate
My name is taylor
13 today horay
but from that dream
i can not stray
got a letter today
from my dad
it got me so mad
it said not to look for him
so i left my brother and mother
and went to find him
i didn't know i had a stalker
who followed me town to town
he was quite not much of a talker
and then i died no lie
and i woke up screaming for my life
i pulled my self from the hollow box
who said being in a cofin rocks
and so i carried on
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poem by Amber Shoremarston
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My view of fog
People often view fog in one way only
I personally don't see it that way, and...
the feeling it conjures is more than just lonely
It's totally different...
as night is to day
It depends on your age and your state of mind
to be able to see fog in a different light
To see it one way only is to be partially blind
and most peoples vision is locked in...
too tight
Fog, coldly defined, is water suspended in air
And while defined so, gives no true definition, and yet
we know fog can defy easy description and,
can tiptoe soft as a kitten....or slither snake-like
from it's lair
To a child, fog's a soft, hidey-place plaything,
droplets of laughter, giggling out of the mist
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poem by David Whalen
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The Stalker
She looked demure as she came on board
And sat in a corner seat,
And Paul looked up from his paper as
She crossed her legs in the heat,
The blouse she wore had a bunch of lace,
Her skirt rose over the knee,
And a length of thigh had caught his eye
As the train had gathered speed.
‘Some girls were there for the taking, '
Paul had thought, and he shook his head,
They weren't alive to the dangers that
Their wiser mothers would dread,
So many girls were assaulted
On the track that led to the train,
They needed a good Samaritan;
Outside, it started to rain.
A man came into the carriage
Sat across on the other aisle,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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