Think of submitting our measure to the advice of politicians! I would as soon submit the subject of the equality of a goose to a fox.
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Who Runs Thıs Outfıt?
Can the subject of assisted suicide be discussed?
And why do so many judges look at this with disgust?
Do we have any control over Canadian legal discussions?
Is this forbidden in parliament for fear of repercussions?
Should politicians be allowed to discuss this subject?
Would the Supreme Court consider such a discussion, a defect?
Should politicians be allowed to change Canadian laws?
Abortion clinics, injection sites, death and other flaws?
Binding referendums and Right-to-Die groups are unknown here,
Our timid politicians wont touch this subject because of fear,
The Supreme Court might tell them that they can’t do this or that,
Who runs this outfit and can politicians go to bat?
poem by James Bredin
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In every work of art the subject is primordial, whether the artist knows it or not. The measure of the formal qualities is only a sign of the measure of the artist's obsession with his subject; the form is always in proportion to the obsession.
quote by Alberto Giacometti
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Submission
I submit myself to these things
The 'small talk' on the sidewalk
The eyes that survey a thousand faces
Without question
The measure of my self and men
The day hangs impatiently outside
Unchanged
I cannot rearrange the sky
Or measure a world in an hourglass
Yet something must give
In all these acts of living
Is this it?
Letting the mask slip
As the light falls to the window
Uncurl words
Unpaint the feelings
Is it possible just to live
Let life in, under the so many illusions made?
Submit to these other things?
That do not ask anything of us
But just let the day in
The world unfold beneath our feet
Shall we begin
Again?
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Legalization Of Assisted Suicide Mar 22nd 2011
Legalization of euthanasia and assisted suicide
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jamesbredin.com
A slow painful death is the worst thing that can happen to you,
No way to escape as you wait in the agonizing queue,
Oregon, Washington and Switzerland have Death Dignity laws,
Canadian politicians see this as too many flaws.
Our appointed Supreme Court decided it can't happen here,
Therefore our obedient subservient politicians have no fears,
The subject cannot even be discussed in Parliament now,
As if this holy subject was a forbidden sacred cow,
Religious diehards want the issue to die or just go away,
We have to wait to die, they say because then, that's judgement day,
When your sins are counted and you go to heaven or he
poem by James Bredin
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WHAT CAN CANADIANS DO? MAR 18th,2011
Canadians don’t complain about having to measure in meters,
Or about having to buy their expensive gasoline in liters,
And we can’t ever go back in time to measure again in miles,
And we can’t have binding referendums as politicians smile.
I feel I should apologize for having the wrong attitude,
And our lack of political control in this latitude,
We need binding referendums and death with dignity soon,
Why is that so difficult for a political goon?
Our first-past-the-post politicians want to do things their way,
No proportional representation allowed any day,
Ottawa stays without proportional representation,
Looking down from their comfortable high elevation.
Mar 18th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A no to question
You won't find until the last day
You will have it only when change the way
Ask why sun is lighting the globe with rays?
Why don't you humbly submit without any say?
More you probe deep will be puzzle
Rain may not stop but only dazzle
You get what ever is needed
Only submit and advice to be heeded
Think of one and love with peace
Time is less and spends it with ease
Silently you pray and remain in company
Everything will be solved and realized by many
He is there to look after all
He may rush to you with slight call
We should have doubt all about his presence
H is in all and that forms good essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Would Party Politicians Lie? Apr 11th,2011
We’re having an election but we don’t know what it’s about,
But you can ask a politician if you have any doubts,
But remember they are party people committed to their cause,
Their only ambition is to get a vote and applause.
But what we need are politicians who will listen to us,
Because we are constituents who should and could cause a fuss,
About death with dignity and binding referendums,
We need to be treated as equals – not a bunch of bums.
There’s a certain grand but terrible equality in death,
Because loud politicians will eventually die too, you can bet,
But they still overlook death-with-dignity for some reason,
From inside their political party, this idea is treason?
Apr 11th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Morse Moose & The Grey Goose
Right on down at the bottom of the sea
Tell me are you receiving me?
My name is morse moose and Im calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat
People said shes never float
One night when the moon was high
The grey goose flew away
As we were sailing round the rocks
The mate took out his compass box
And said the wind is like a fox
But the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea
The admiral, the mate and me
Prepared to face eternity
But the grey goose flew away
She flew into the stormy sea
Davy jones was calling me
But heading for tranquility
The grey goose flew away
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Submit me,
Submit me,
Submit me that I may see this house,
I know that we are submitted to true love,
Even in my own thought,
World is submitted to this thought,
Submit me in my house,
I know my home is your house,
Even with this composure,
There is a right for all mankind not Ignored,
There is the joy of living worth than death,
Submit me that we may share this glory.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Subjects That Are Taboo Mar 16th,2011
Has the “dying with dignity” debate reached the public yet?
Does it cause politicians to break out in a cold sweat?
Is it a religious thing or is it just not politically correct?
Should a long slow painful death be what we expect?
And why is the appointed Supreme Court allowed to decide?
Why not the politicians and parliament with lots of pride?
What do they talk about at these closed-door committee meetings?
If someone brought up death with dignity, are they subject to beatings?
Do our politicians think that they will never die?
And they will always be reelected and no one will ask why
Is assisted suicide on a list of things for them to do?
Or is it added to a long list of subjects that are taboo?
Mar 16th,2011
Mar 16th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them.
quote by Frederick Douglass
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Haiku
I must fess up
to my ignorance
but I thought
Haiku
was some type
of flake
when I was accused
of submitting
short poems
that didn't measure up
to the mathematical equation
of the Haiku
she must have overlooked
my poems
had more lines
than Flinders Street Station.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Nobody Likes Unwanted Advice
I thought
I knew too much
Advising people
Was my birth right
Whosoever he may be
Got my free advice
On any subject,
Any situation
I would poke my nose
Without hesitation
As times passed
I found myself in isolation
Disturbed and dejected
I asked my father
The reason for this
My father replied
You think
You know too much
What you know
Is not enough
Nobody likes
Unwanted advice
Give it only
When requested
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.
quote by Randall Jarrell
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Tired Eyes
Well he shot four men in a cocaine deal
And he left them lyin in an open field
Full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well, it wasnt supposed to go down that way.
But they burned his brother, you know,
And they left him lying in the driveway.
They let him down with nothin.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours.
What do you mean, he had bullet holes in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Jails For Profit
If the Americans can have jails for profit, why can't we?
Is there any way we could get our politicians to agree?
Because it is extremely expensive to keep a man in jail,
And there must be a cheaper way to do it in great detail.
Why do we call them correctional facilities instead of jails
Is it our early release system, the good food or our easy bails?
Is there something we need to know to improve our organization?
The huge expense, the overcrowding without an explanation.
Why is this subject so shunned by our comfortable politicians?
Unfortunately we have Trudeau’s Charter and soft conditions,
Without referendums or recall so nothing will be done,
Can’t have jails for profit and no questions please, so they won.
Dec 20th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Sue Rodriguez A Great Lady Feb 20th,2011
They say that no one wants to die but apparently some do,
Sue Rodriguez did but our appointed Supreme Court refused,
“Whose life is it anyway? ” she asked and she wasn’t amused,
Media moguls, priests and bishops were not in the least bit confused.
Hope you never end up in a bad situation like that,
And expect our Supreme Court or politicians to go to bat,
Death with dignity should be discussed on every veranda,
Assisted suicide should should be on every political agenda.
Because there is no way out of it; we are all approaching death,
A subject most of us would like to avoid; you can bet,
And politicians seem to think that they will live forever,
Canadians can’t interfere with their lifestyle whatsoever.
Feb 20th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Hole In My Head
Hole in my head
hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
Let's just say we will and then don't instead
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
You took my imagination and stomped it inthe ground
Now I can only think about you
chasin' the tracks that you left around
Hole in my head
hole in my head
Oh I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
You make me feel so bad that I wish I was dead
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I'm never gonna win
It must have knocked me crazy
it must have hit me hard
People must think I'm lazy
Like my shuffle's short
of playing a card
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
Oh I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you
Like a hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
song performed by by Dixie Chicks from Fly
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Death ignored
Death is the common denominator among us all,
It doesn’t matter how high or where we go, we will fall,
This is a deadly subject you seldom hear or read about,
But some day in your future, you will die, so have no doubt.
Some of us manage to delay death for a year or two,
It may be delayed but it can’t be avoided when it’s due,
I should apologize now for causing you to think about death,
But death-with-dignity could soften the punch, you bet.
They have it in Switzerland, Oregon and other places,
But our politicians wont touch this problem right in our faces,
In the middle of an election campaign and it’s not spoken,
Is this subject forbidden or is our communications broken.
poem by James Bredin
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