But, I know enough people in that court, through the years, to know one thing: There's always somebody who surprises you, who rises above what they thought they appointed him for, and stays with the separation of powers, and with the right of the law to decide.
quote by Arthur Hertzberg
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INJECTION SITES 5 May 22 2011
There is a strong possibility that we have gone mentally ill,
Extreme Supreme Court decisions show that we’re going downhill,
An activist group wants drug injection sites everywhere, here and there,
They call it harm reduction for drug addicts, they pompously declare.
The appointed Supreme Court imposed abortion sites years ago,
They may do the same thing with injection sites as we kowtow,
We will have to respect these drug addicts as they come and go,
As they buy their illegal drugs from drug dealers all in a row.
The same appointed Supreme Court gave a holocaust of unborn,
Where those who are involved never show feelings, cry or mourn,
Graphic examples why Supreme Court judges should be elected,
Then maybe the many unborn babies might be protected.
May 22nd 2011
poem by James Bredin
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Separation
How does one define separation?
What does one mean by separation?
Is it when breath is severed from the body?
Is it when the court of law declares 'divorced? '
How many separations come as blows!
How many, pass by silently!
How many separations we live with
And how many more do we contain!
Don't some come as relief too?
Tell me, my friend
Why do we always think of separation as external?
How many of us aren't really separated from our self?
Tell me, can you define separation for me?
20 May 2011
20.09hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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It was the separation of powers upon which the framers placed their hopes for the preservation of the people's liberties. Despite this heritage, the congress has been in too many cases more than willing to walk away from its constitutional powers.
quote by Robert Byrd
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This Years Girl
See her picture in a thousand places
cause shes this years girl.
You think you all own little pieces
Of this years girl.
Forget your fancy manners,
Forget your english grammar,
cause you dont really give a damn
About this years girl.
Still youre hoping that shes well spoken
cause shes this years girl.
You want her broken with her mouth wide open
cause shes this years girl.
Never knowing its a real attraction,
All these promises of satisfaction,
While shes being bored to distraction
Being this years girl.
Times running out. shes not happy with the cost.
Thered be no doubt, only shes forgotten
Much more than shes lost.
A bright spark might corner the market
In this years girl.
You see yourself rolling on the carpet
With this years girl.
Those disco synthesizers,
Those daily tranquilizers,
Those body building prizes,
Those bedroom alibis,
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Think twice
Love grows thicker
Whether or not together
Are she and he,
As long as
Each longs for the other.
Separation is not the end
If inspiration lasts till the end.
A neem coated capsule.
Once the longing is gone
And he is out thrown
Separation is the end.
Desperation stays till the end.
A sweet coated venom.
For her, if he is
A hair cut off,
An unwanted one,
The hair leaves
Its life and its pain too.
She is no more
To him, nor any more.
Separation is a thrill
If the love persists.
21.09.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If You Feed It Good
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs
When we get it heated! .
Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!
You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.
But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under the doctrine of separation of powers, the manner in which the president personally exercises his assigned executive powers is not subject to questioning by another branch of government.
quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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Some people suggest that the problem is the separation of powers. If you had a parliamentary system, the struggle for power would not result in such complex peace treaties that empower so many different people to pursue so many contradictory aims.
quote by James Q. Wilson
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Politically Correct Trap
Our appointed Supreme Court can do it right or do it wrong,
We have no option, like they’re infallible; we have to go along,
And since Trudeau Charter, we have to believe what they decide,
Lots of abortion clinics here and there, though our hands are tied.
Why did they make their baby abortion holocaust decision?
Killing unborn babies left and right with great precision?
Though death with dignity is not tolerated and therefore banned,
As in Sue Rodriguez case and difficult to understand.
No country can have blanket abortions and not expect to change,
Though authoritarian decisions can’t be thought of as strange,
Caught in our own very nasty politically correct trap,
Where no Canadian would dare cause a political flap.
poem by James Bredin (28 May 2011)
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Our Elected Politicians
Our politicians seem to send their problems to the Supreme Court,
Such as abortion and death with dignity and manage to distort,
As if none of this was really their responsibility,
So better to pass it up to the appointed nobility.
As they get away with this and have for years and years,
Are Canadians getting the gears or is this just how it appears?
As babies get aborted and we have no death with dignity,
And it’s not politically correct to mention this indignity.
And no one seems to want to step forward and make a change,
What do we the people have to do, to arrange or rearrange?
We could send an e-mail, I suppose but do you think it would work?
Dream on my friend; they don’t want to change and might call you a dork.
poem by James Bredin
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Our New Election Mar 26th,2011
This is a graphic example of no set-date elections
Small party disagreements about imposing their selections,
A three hundred million federal election for squat,
Plus Canadians don’t have to vote, believe it or not.
And proportional representation is not allowed
Though less than half vote, we are expected to feel proud
The idea of dying with dignity cannot be discussed,
It’s an appointed Supreme Court decision and no disgust.
Binding referendums are also forbidden by our aristocrats,
In their isolated high positions they claim to be democrats,
Appointed High Court allowed abortion clinics on every street,
And if we don’t get this election right, there may be a repeat.
Mar 26th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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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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Anything holy?
I thought it noble to rear cows.
I’ve been sued by the grass
In the court of God.
I thought it noble to grow crops.
I’ve been sued by the weeds
In the court of God.
I entered into fish farming.
I’ve been sued by the worms
In the court of God.
Could you do anything noble
In the world, sustainable
In the court of God?
18.04.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Change
you woke me up at 3:00 a.m.
to tell me about the fire
you said that she was more than a friend
you were consumed by your desire
CHORUS:
and so it goes
this too shall pass away
it cuts so strange
the only thing that stays the same
is change
your love was here but now its gone
and your eyes no longer want me
and now i can't hold back the dawn
and the truth that seems to haunt me
CHORUS
the only thing that stays the same
is change
the only thing that stays the same
is change
i'm not so sure where i have been
i don't know just where i'm going
hard as i hold it in my hand
i can't stop this wind from blowing
and so it goes
this too shall pass away
it cuts so strange
roll me away
it cuts so strange
the only thing that stays the same
is change
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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HAVE WE GONE OFF THE RAILS? Apr 10th 2011
If we can accept an abortion clinic on every street,
Imposed by our appointed Supreme Court as hard as concrete,
Politically correct holocaust of unborn babies now,
Never mentioned in Parliament and was just not allowed,
Where death with dignity, unlike abortions, is an offence,
And appointed aristocrats will show their lack of elegance,
Where binding referendums are both illegal and banned,
And those who are politically correct think this is grand.
And our coming election is not about to change one thing,
It’s about the upper echelon as they pull their agenda string,
No wonder that less than half Canadians even bother to vote,
What’s the use, if what they want to change, they can’t promote.
Apr 10th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Our Canadian Courts
Our courts have gone too soft and what can we do?
As blatant criminals walk out the door and wave adieu,
Appointed judges seem to think that they have every right,
To give lenient sentences that can cause community plight.
Wheeling and dealing in order to get the trial finished quicker,
Plead guilty to this and walk on that, defence lawyers snicker,
No specified jail time laid down for certain vicious crimes,
So the judge can let criminals walk for the fourth or fifth time.
Or they can move on and appeal to the appointed Supreme Court,
Could take years of legal maneuvering of every sort,
The same appointees that allowed abortions on every street,
Dressed in funny looking gowns to show that they are elite.
We have to change things around with laws to make it more strict,
That when the evidence is there - no deals - they have to convict,
And mandatory compulsory jail time for each and every crime,
So the appointed judges can’t let them walk numerous times.
Feb 1st,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Only Time Can Tell
Just when you think something
has nothing more to give
it surprises you with a little bit more.
Forty-five years ago,
I wrote something at a fun fare
and it keeps coming back
with something exciting and new.
First, it became my best-loved poem
with over fifty-five people
making it one of their favourites.
Next, it was used in an English class
in a London college,
then it had a video make of it
and then incorporated into a symphony,
it was read out at a memorial service
for an American serviceman in Afghanistan.
Another surprise came when
it was translated into Russian
for a University in the Ukraine
and then yesterday I found
it had been turned into a country song,
which really made my day,
something I had always imagined it to be,
and the tune they used was similar
to what I envisaged when I wrote it
all those years ago.
I cannot even guess what more surprises
this piece holds in store,
only time can tell.
28 July 2011
poem by David Harris
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Free To Decide
Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all
song performed by by Cranberries
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This Court
This court is
Not final court.
It has got no
Unlimitted power.
This court is
Not empower to
Pass final judgement
And final decree.
The order of
This court is
Not binding.
This court has
No discretionary power
This court lacks
Original jurisdiction.
This court is
Not a real court.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Time Of Separation
Once again to strive, to beat it out
over and over again.
so worn, worked over
with the intention to kill.
to watch him die and smile
at his dismay,
his pain,
my deliverance.
my cleanliness a gift of freedom.
my walk purified.
my peace given by God.
What else is there
after slipping away,
when every thing is silent
and nothing else is around?
alone.
looking deep inside.
hearing the echo of my soul,
no one can know.
In these times of silence,
these times of separation,
i find there is a void that rises up,
a peace that brings my tears,
a comfort that no one else can offer.
So why do people run away?
why do they look elsewhere
and base their self on opinions
when the truth is so evident that this God of
love is so constant?
destruction and storms.
my Jesus stands to help
song performed by by Zao
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