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My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.

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Take A Good Look At Our Home Land

Oh people of America, people of America
Take a good look at our homeland
Do you really understand
Before you finish reading this poem
Do you have a daughter or son
Young people are leaving their home at an early age
Yet, there is a need for someone to be saved
Take a good look at our homeland
Many people are playing in the same band
Along the eastern coast of our nation
What do you see in the making?
Oh America, America, America
Why not be a complete free nation
Do you see this in the making?
For many years our country has been blessed
Now someone inside is making a big mess
Why pick up guns and fight against each other
Why not love as sisters and brothers
Oh something is going wrong today
People are looking the other way
Our POW'S have been freed
Is there another war in the making like most people believe
At Wounded Knee, S.D. our brothers and sisters
Want a little more freedom
Can you see this in the making?
America, America God shared his grace on thee
Yes he shared his grace for you and me
I want you, you and you
To take a good look at our homeland
When you get back will you take a stand?
Maybe you are thinking about playing in the same band
The only thing i ask you and you to do
Love your sisters and brothers
The way God loves me and you

poem by Leon Thomas Lee
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I Believe In America

I Believe In America…., we’re a nation of hopes and dreams…..,
Sweet freedom will fill our needs…., I Believe In America.

I Believe In America…., I believe we must fight for peace….,
My faith in us will never cease…., I Believe In America.

With His strength from up above…,
We’ll prevail on our massive quest…,
Our nation breathes kindness and love…..,
We’ll lead our world to happiness.

I Believe In America…, we are united in democracy….,
Defeating evil and hypocrisy…., I Believe In America.

Our Lord is watching every move we make…..,
I know He’ll help us do our best….,
Guiding us with every step we take….,
Because our lives are truly blessed.

I Believe In America…., we’re a nation of hopes and dreams…..,
Sweet freedom will fill our needs…., I Believe In America.

Yes, I Believe In America.

poem by Trade Martin
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Give Me Honesty

She, she's been crying to me.
She, she's been trying.
She, she's been signing to me,
With words in her eyes, that says she means it!

We've often talked about the possibility
Of loving no more and setting each other free.
I can love you, just give me, honesty.

Don't take your love away from me.
We can try, we have necessities.
Chances are in our favor,
Open your heart, there it will occur.

Remember when the day was white
We shared the time, we shared the light.
Remember when the moon shone bright
We shared the time, we shared the night.

Give yourself to me and you will see,
One way to live just give me honesty.

poem by Ruben Tover
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The Same Mother

They each shared
the same mother
shared the same loss of her

when the time came
gave the same
last wave

when she was
driven off
to crematorium

and then grave
but each had
their own mother

whom they shared
with no other
one with whom

they shared
a particular time
or place

sitting quietly
face to face
sharing a secret

or confessing
a deed done
or just

the mother to child meeting
with just the two
at some given time

at some particular place
some given year
to share a problem

or tears or anxieties
or deeper fears
and knowing

she would listen
as only mother's can
or do

sharing the time and love
with each particular
person called you

whether daughter or son
she shared
her equal love and time

and yet each knew her
each thought
they knew her best

and carried away
their own best times
in her company

without the rest
their own moments shared
but deep down

they knew
she had her love for each
and each was equal

to the rest
for she never had
a favourite

nor considered
any one the best
so they all shared

the same mother
in the end
all grieved her going

each in their own way
hoping or believing
they would share her

once again
some better place
some future day.

poem by Terry Collett
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I believe in an America in which the fruits of productivity and prosperity are shared by all, by workers as well as owners, by those at the bottom as well as those at the top; an America in which the sacrifices required by national security are shared by all, by profiteers in the back offices as well as volunteers on the front lines.

quote by Theodore C. Sorensen
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God Has Blessed America

God has blessed America
with the ability to choose.
And we lean to our own understanding;
not asking him what to do.

God has blessed America
with landscape’s that will take your breath away.
And we dig-up and cut-down,
and litter everyday.

When God made the earth
He said, “It is good.”
And we’re not taking care of it;
like we know we really should.

God has blessed America
more than we deserve;
With his love and compassion,
His mercies new each day.

God has blessed America
With the babies that he give;
and we abuse and neglect them,
and kill them daily still.

God has Blessed America
Oh how he blessed us so.
We have freedom in our country;
More than other countries will know.

God has blessed America
with oceans blue as the sky;
and we pollute them, killing sea life,
not caring that they die.

God has blessed America
we have freedom of speech;
and we destroy; killing spirits
with the poison that we speak.

God has blessed America
The land we say we love;
But we continue to destroy it,
The land we’re unworthy of.

poem by Phyllis Strong
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Barack Obama

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change, you must the world;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
But do you have the gold?

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
People need more jobs;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
You must stop their sobs.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Wars are just futile;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Let peace remain awhile.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Prices must be cut;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
None can live in hut.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Energy is prime;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Work in any clime.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pollution must stop;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Make a friendlier cop.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Should the unborn die?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Live, they shouldn’t but why?

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change is what you need;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pluck away the weed!

poem by John Celes
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We must restore the soul of America. Our nation is shaped by the constant battle between our better angels and our darkest impulses. It is time for our better angels to prevail. Tonight, the whole world is watching America. I believe at our best America is a beacon for the globe. And we lead not by the example of our power, but by the power of our example.... Now, together — on eagle's wings — we embark on the work that God and history have called upon us to do. With full hearts and steady hands, with faith in America and in each other, with a love of country — and a thirst for justice — let us be the nation that we know we can be. A nation united. A nation strengthened. A nation healed. The United States of America.

quote by Joe Biden
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Obamaism

ismos defines the value of what we have in life, as everything
has it own meaning, the essence of values resides in every
man's heart, it is the process of an inner principle of soul, how
life be lived, in comformity of what human beings believed

values create something that, differs from other human behavior,
an innate attitude, lives in every one's heart, a special ingredients
to man's perfection of perception, the zeal that makes a man,
worth emulating in every human sphere of life

obamaism, conquer the history of this century, a gift that
synergized other attitute to move forward what is better and
appropriate in a specific time and situation, an action in accordance
to the will of the people, in their aspiration and purpose of
life, the capsulized of principle values the direction of human
vision to where lives may go

the openness of people wins the heart of Barack Obama, it
magnetized, the charisma of principle he possess, a strength of
values leads and pave the way to change tomorrow of America,
for the future stands, where it started to take off

the cheers, the joy, the jubilation, and the exultation, are the
filament to forward what has been dream of today, a knot that
brings unity amongst nationalist and patriotic people who believe
in their hearts that there is always a sunrise, to touch for every
citizen of United State of America

now the people of America lives in the heart of Barack Obama,
for in every inspiration the American felt today shared the victory
of success of tomorrow, regardless of race, creed and belief, this
is only the beginning of the future, of the American people

His Excellency PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, the 44th President
of the United State of America, will leads the Nation to rise again

' this poem is dedicated to the people of the
UNITED STATE OF AMERICA '

poem by Antonio Liao
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Burden Bearer

Shared Joy is double joy,
It keeps on multiplying.

Shared Sorrow is half a sorrow
In time will be decreasing.

Shared Hope is flaming hope
Ignites our inspiration

Shared prayer is sure answer
For God's our Burden Bearer.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Barack o mama its Obama

What is hope, hope is when you believe, but who or what do you believe in, me I believe in Barack Obama, and what does his name mean the first name means Blessed, the second Hussien means handsome one, the third according to what I found means that when they were born the leg’s were bent. So that means his name is blessed handsome one who had there leg bent.
What is change, change is when you make something different, this type of change is a new beginning of a blessed handsome man who has changed America or who we all “HOPE” will Barack Obama will change healthcare, the economy, and much more.America will have a deep impact on the world and possibly the galaxy lets all “HOPE” for “CHANGE” in this economic crisis and the environment.
So I hope that he will do it all “o mama it’s Obama

poem by colin MacEachern
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From The Desk Of... A Renegade Socialist

WE THE PEOPLE,
..and all living beings
....on the earth...

demand fairness,
equality, shared dignity,
and a just dispersion

of all needed goods....

having the desire
and the fortitude
to work and to give

as readily as we take!

believing that all life is sacred,
and should be treated as such!
and that the only true success

feeds every hungry mouth!

daring to respect each other,
and so be respected!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Nation Under God' -The Only Way

'One nation under God'
Recall that phrased foundation

When Americans were so glad
Its fathers built the nation

On steadfast godly principles
Of Truth, Faith, and Honor,

His Word then guided all the people
And progress blessed like none before.

'One nation under God'
Return to this, your steady Rock

Only in Him the nation stands
A sure foundation, the Building Block

God bless America and protect it with His Hand.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Warchild ('78 Demo)

Warchild, your heart is broken
Your mind is breakin', it's such a shame
Warchild, your body's broken
Your woman's taken, it's not a game
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Warchild, I used to love you
The whole world loved you, we used to care
Warchild, your mind has been emptied
So all you do now is just sit n' stare
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Your lady's waiting, she's hesitating
Not knowing why
Warchild, the pain you're showing
The pain is knowing that you're gonna die
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams

song performed by by Def Leppard
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Peace Award to Barack Obama

Awarded to one head of nation
Who thinks he doesn't deserve
But feels honoured to be
in the company of those
who in centuries have worked for peace.

Awarded to one head of a nation
with his shared vision on peace
in political campaigns, dialogues
and speeches, a shared aspiration
of all the international communities..

An award to one head of states, worthy
to be shared with those who actively
and silently have worked for peace
and upheld the dignity of all persons
irrespective of their colour, sex and ages.

A Nobel Peace Prize of Peace to Obama,
a common award worthy to be shared
with soldiers and mothers, common citizens
and philanthropists, students, teachers, scientists
and activists and all those who fight that the world
we live in maybe a safe habitat for all.

Yes, let this shared peace award to one head of state
be a continuous call to common action
against the grave economic crises in treasuries,
the climate change in the globe of earth,
the escalation of military weapons
and the wage against the tentacles of terror.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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No end to success

Success is not the triumph over regress,
Success is the power to suppress.
Success is not the money or the fame,
Success is, knowing you are still the same.
Success is not the power or the pride.
Success is the knowing how to hide.
Success is not a gift or gain,
Success is accepting and believing in your name.
Success is not a point or goal to seek,
Success is, believing you have never reached the peak.
Success is

poem by Jeff Rushton
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Roses for us

A red Rose stands for the love we shared
A blue Rose for the burses you gave me
A Yellow Rose for all the days we shared out in the sun
A pink Rose for all love we shared
And A black Rose for all the time we will never share..

poem by Joe Johnson
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How Blessed Am I

How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!

How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!

How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!

How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!

How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!

How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!

How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!

How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!

poem by John Celes
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Siblings Are Friends You Just Can't Get Rid Of

Siblings are enemies you cannot escape
Bound by blood
Bound by history
You know the real me
What's behind the mask I wear for others to see
Shared parents and vacations, and long Sunday drives
You always got the window seat ‘cause you got car sick - yeah right!
We shared a dinner table and breakfast...and bad manners too
A shared room, a shared mess, a shared bed, (the wetting was you)
We made mud pies together, and ate them, (or at least we tasted)
You gave me measles. I gave you mumps. (Those fevers truly sucked)
We nursed one another's heartbreaks
We dried each other's tears
We yelled and screamed, you said you hated me
You're a day person. I'm a night
You wanted to be early but I made you late
We became adults together
Buried our parents side-by-side
I hurt your feelings. You made me angry
We were callous and mean without even thinking
You weren't my friend, just a sibling, biologically speaking
Just someone I'm stuck with who lives down the hall
Or in the next town, or the far side of the planet....that's all
I didn't choose you, you know
And you would never have picked me
We only share parents
And some, (well a lot) , of memories
And a hometown, and I guess a private joke or two
I don't have to like you just because of those things, true?
But others in the family keep dragging us back together
Christmas lunch, family picnics, if I could stay home I'd rather
Then I forget what you did
You forget what I said
So we hug and we cry
It's been so long. Why?
We're just friends, (bound by blood) , that we just can't get rid of
Nor would we want to
Because....what in this world would I do
If ever I had to live my life without you

poem by DonnaJ York
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There Is a Welcoming of Truth In Everything That Is Done

I remember my encounter...
With reality!
That's when I was stripped,
From those things I valued.
I was spinning in a whirlpool
Of a cruel introduction to truth.

I had some things I liked.
Things I thought I needed,
And kept polished!
Waxed to keep dust reflecting shadows.
Yes!
Even though accelerated winds,
Kept cars I owned spotless.
Dust and I became enemies.
I just didn't want to see any of it on my cars.

I took my parents for granted.
Until they became ill,
And passed away.

Friends I shared nakedness with.
And every conceivable intimacy...
Were gone!
Vanished in thin air it seemed.
And the things we shared,
To impress each other with...
Became useless possessions.
Especially when loved ones go,
And you are left holding onto emptiness!
And it doesn't take long...
To discover the valueless nonsense in this!