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Could We Cancel Parole Boards Jul 1st,2012
COULD WE CANCEL PAROLE BOARDS? Jul 1st,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Sixteen US states have abolished their parole boards with reason,
Because actions that freed vicious prisoners amounted to treason,
And accountability to the public should be their prime concern,
Not their soft hidden left-wing agenda that they should burn.
They claim prison overcrowding has caused their strange decisions,
And public safety is not questioned or up for revisions,
Murders committed by those released are never mentioned,
The high and mighty parole boards can never be questioned.
Why have you never read about this issue till you saw it here?
Does our mostly left-wing-soft media fly low and shed a tear?
Our MPs are busy on their own little issues and this is not one,
But it's way past time that getting rid of parole boards was begun.
Jul 1st,2012
James Bredin
poem by James Bredin
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Oh Sailor
I'm undecided about you again
I can be right that you're not here
It's double sided 'cause I ruined it all
But also saved myself
by never believing you dear
Everything good I deem too good to be true
Everything else is just a bore
Everything I have to look forward to
Has a pretty painful and very imposing before
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards*
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards
I have too been playing with fifty-two cards
Just 'cause I play so far from my vest
Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard
What could I do but spend my best
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards
And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me
And in it's way your pierce of touch** and call of the different breed
One of the steps is getting me wired and got me there and then got me
And what a thing to know what could be instead
Oh what a blessed curse to see
Took the agenda from the place in my bed
Made a merry paramour of me
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards
Oh sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
Then lettin' it go by the boards
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Could We Cancel Parole Boards?
Sixteen US states have abolished their parole boards with reason,
Because actions that freed vicious prisoners amounted to treason,
And accountability to the public should be their prime concern,
Not their soft hidden left-wing agenda that they should burn.
They claim prison overcrowding has caused their strange decisions,
And public safety is not questioned or up for revisions,
Murders committed by those released are never mentioned,
The high and mighty parole boards can never be questioned.
Why have you never read about this issue till you saw it here?
Does our mostly left wing soft media fly low and shed a tear?
Our MPs are busy on their own little issues and this is not one,
But it's way past time that getting rid of parole boards was begun.
Dec 5th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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A Dream Of Death
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.}
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Sell Me A Coat
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
A winters day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward steps away
Jack frost took her hand and left me, jack frost aint so cool
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
See my eyes, my window pane
See my tears like gentle rain
Thats the memory of a summer day
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
La la la la la la
song performed by by David Bowie
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If man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Soft Canadian Justice System
Eligible for parole in three weeks though he got twenty years,
Pre sentence time and enough paper work to bring you to tears,
Between soft appointed judges and the Parole Board; it’s a laugh,
Then add Trudeau’s Charter of Rights and it’s all on his behalf.
Decisions made by the Parole Board and what do you expect?
And the media says very little because it was politically correct,
But there’s something far wrong with this justice system left-wing fling,
And politicians are reluctant to touch it or change a thing.
And most of this goes on, hidden behind locked-tight closed doors,
Only sanctimonious left wing parole boards might know the scores,
No one ever questions or asks, why do we need parole boards?
Is their stuff published or kept secret or do they keep records?
Jan 16th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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There's no such thing as 'hard sell' and 'soft sell.' There's only 'smart sell' and 'stupid sell.'
quote by Leo Burnett
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Used Car Sales People
With the gift of the gab they would talk their way out of hell
These used car sales people they know how to sell
On their selling ability their jobs are at stake
The more cars they do sell the more commission they do make
On any deals they clinch they have never lost
And your trust on such people can come at a cost
The more cars they sell the more money they get paid
A hard job to succeed in the used car trade,
Shy and sensitive used car sales people one might say are rare
To sell one a car no effort they do spare
They have to sell cars or their boss them will fire
And other used car yard owners as car sales people them will not hire
The more cars they sell the greater is their pay
So to sell you a car they try every which way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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GET RID OF PAROLE BOARDS Apr 14th,2011
What can we do about soft Parole Boards, please tell me now,
How do we shut them all down; please tell me or write me how,
Who are these political appointees with no known names?
Who said we needed them or are they all playing some games?
No capital punishment ‘cause it’s not politically correct,
And these soft Parole Boards have an even worse effect,
And convicts can get free by appealing to these Parole Boards,
As if they had done something good and needed an award.
Do we have to obey these appointed aristocrats?
Could our system of government be called democrat?
Has anyone ever complained about killers being set free?
Are our politicians and trustees forever absentees?
Apr 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Bright Neon signs along the angry road
'Round trip to heaven and we sell cheaper tickets here.'
'Buy one get one free.'
'Delicious chicken soup without bones.'
'We provide lucrative jobs and doors are always open here-Job Agency.'
Oh! I am really fed up of these rolled gold sign boards and I saw the teasing painted dolls under street lamps in rivalry for their living.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
quote by Christopher Morley
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Shut Down The Canadian Parole Board
SHUT DOWN THE CANADIAN PAROLE BOARD JUNE 23RD,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Why do we have to listen and obey the Parole Board pantomime?
And why can't these prisoners be required to serve all of their time?
And the Parole Board should be shut down for at least twenty years,
They are the problem that allow killers free without tears.
Killers back on the street is a reason why parole boards should be shut down,
If we had binding referendums, we could bring this around,
We don't even have set-date elections as released killers walk free,
As they all claim Trudeau's Charter Rights and the Parole Boards agree.
Parole Boards justify their existence by setting prisoners free,
And no one questions this or any of the high-up appointees,
It's a form of social cancer that should be changed and cut out,
Just eliminate the Parole Boards and the accompanying doubt.
June 23rd,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Atlantic City
She walks the boards in Atlantic City
Oblivious to the looks of pity.
She sleeps under the boards in Atlantic City
with a cat she found. She calls it Kitty.
And across the way the casinos boom
where the high-rollin' gamblers have a room
with beds so plush, a rich man's tomb.
It's cleaned and swept with a servant's broom.
She awakens and finds a bench in Atlantic City.
She brushes away the sand from her eyes so gritty.
Once long ago she was young and pretty.
That was way before Atlantic City.
She remembers bits and pieces of way back then,
but can't put them together of how or when.
Her mind has snapped over and again
and she's become a forgotten denizen.
All that she owns are in two small bags.
All that she wears are worn out rags.
She picksup cigarette butts and takes a few drags
and walks the boards of Atlantic City.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Room 205
What could walls tell now of Dylan Thomas
speak to me of love and death
of madness of a kind he sometimes knew
beneath the paper cracks of genius
nothing left in his decay only
ghostly words once played so well
on an old typewriter with some letters lost
and he blunted by another whisky
embraced a welcome rush to die
and cut the loss
as floor boards squeak in vain
little drama left to fit
the bill in Hotel Chelsea.
poem by Alan Halford
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I've never felt like I was in the cookie business. I've always been in a feel good feeling business. My job is to sell joy. My job is to sell happiness. My job is to sell an experience.
quote by Debbi Fields
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Total Control
(m. davis, j. jourard)
Producer: carter
Album: we are the world (usa for africa)(85), the collected recordings (94)
Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you
Maybe even you
Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dreams too sweet
I cant do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Street wet tonight, lovers touch
Its pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Id sell my soul for total control
Over you, over you
Total control over you
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Once you sell yourself, it's over. You've got nothing left.
quote by Morgan Brittany
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Development in this county is always going to be an issue. Until development and zoning are handled on a regional basis, rather than each municipality left to its own devices, we will suffer from developers having the upper hand in suits and in front of zoning boards.
quote by John Murray
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