Congresso corrupto salva Temer e deixa o Brasil governado pelo crime | Brasil 24/7

Um Congresso Nacional formado majoritariamente por corruptos, que se venderam a Michel Temer, denunciado por corrupção em razão das propinas pagas pela JBS, salvou, nesta quarta-feira, o governo mais sujo da história do Brasil; numa data que ficará gravada na história do Brasil como um dia da infâmia, Temer exonerou dez ministros, incluindo seu articulador Antônio Imbassahy, do PSDB, que comprou votos em plena sessão; operação para salvar Temer custou cerca de R$ 17 bilhões, em emendas e perdões de dívidas de setores como o ruralista, que ajuda a formar a base de Temer; com isso, conclui-se mais uma etapa do golpe dos corruptos contra a presidente honesta Dilma Rousseff – o que deixa o Brasil sequestrado, dominado e governado pelo crime

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Open #midnighthaiku — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Writing this, I came up against one of those thorny questions in language; how may syllables in ‘hours’? It is not the only word to be so confusing, nor is there any definitive help in the dictionaries. Opinions vary, so does pronunciation depending upon regional or national accent…and so does the usage of those poets […]

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“Lover, lover, lover. — johncoyote

Lover, lover, lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write. Burning desire Locked doors left us in the utopia of kiss and embrace. We were protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new and you were my only need. Your gentle whispers of, […]

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Danse Macabre

by Chris Ernest Nelson

He pretended that everyday
occupations and distractions 
were all there was to life.
He went about his business
with plugs in his ears and
his face pressed to his
telephone screen.

He thought he deserved
to be happy,
comfortable,
loved–
And he mastered it all.
He thought trials and troubles
were meant for others,
because their follies and failings
made them vulnerable to
crises and cares.
None of it reached him.

But comfort was not enough.
In the dark when
he was entirely alone,
he was drawn to risking it all,
he lingered so close to the abyss,
for so long, a voice
inside its shadow goaded,
“Step over or step back.”

So he stepped back,
away from the yawning void,
and then to the precipice again,
away and then back again,
like an automaton caught in a
danse macabre–
Dancing to the music of words,

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