Politician tricks
something to give, nothing to serve, a loaf of sand,
sharing the same fate in the stage of winning for everyone
wild as you can see, in the grandstand wish to talk
while in the pocket is empty fooling like old gold days,
dreaming like waste in lecture stand shout and laugh that
no one has understand
excellent speaker, in every tongue, they wish to talk,
like no other can't and request that other may not run,
belligerent candidate as the only one, vote not for you to
dismay, too late has already gone, the quest for victory,
give them to envy, even a single vote, seems a hard way
for you to go away, it is their heart that is full of sorry,
proclaiming themselves as the only winner for everyday
same on you my dear friend, rotten smelled fish in
the pond, evaporated like oxygen breath in the sand, heat
and dust land in our lungs, quiz your day dried in the
mockery dance, you'll never sleep the night with out a new
beautiful morning as today
victory gain, victory lost is the same, join together is a
just your call to understand and serve all what you can, for
in every beginning there is always the swing of every hand;
the very date of you, have come to be the number one, the ink
that hold and made you to stand is what makes you a
politician
remember that at this moment all has no enemy to fight, but
all have the ability to curtail the backdropp of poverty in our
own land
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My Vote
A single vote may be your victory………..
my vote create the world i live.......a vote that brings my
future near to the distance i see
my vote holds me to achieve..... a reality of my dream to
Conquer, grasp according to my wish
my vote change the chaos i encounter.......a life saving
design of what will be tomorrow of my destiny
my vote wonder every breathe.......a victory to where to
go, beyond uncertain pathways
my vote remember my aspiration.....a longing of joy and
happiness, wonting to know of peace
my vote brings my life......a remembrance of my life of
today, a parting print of my thumbs forever
…..please let my vote be seen, touch and listen for the
wings of the ink, has whisper the truth of what will be
the beginning of history, made this print easy to
count my vote in you is you’re……. victory
poem by Antonio Liao
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Poem for V.E. Day
Victory in Europe
Fifty years ago;
To some it doesn't mean a thing,
It happened long ago.
It's just a thing they talk about,
Those old men down the street;
Todays kids cannot understand,
They never felt the heat.
They never knew the torment,
The heartache, pain and death;
They've never seen a soldier
That's fighting for his breath.
The victory in Europe
Was certainly hard won
For who lost a brother,
A father or a son;
For men who gave the ultimate
Upon some foreign land;
A poppy for a head-stone
Now growing in the sand.
This victory in Europe
About which now I write,
It made me free,
I'm glad I didn't have to go and fight.
I'm thankful that those old men,
The ones still living yet
Keep talking of V.E. day,
And won't let us forget.
Written May 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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The morning comes late
all i give is to what is life, all i take is for you, all i made is to make
what you are today, all is just a vanity like smoke that fade in a blink
of an eye
as the night passes the day, all are counted merit for you, all is
given credit what you have done, the pain, the agony, the victory,
the joy are all for you
the happiness you offer to the world, is but a essence of what you
are in this creation, be apart for in every part you made, it might
be the last moment of your stay
it is in this victory that you are call, it is in this happiness that you
have to serve, it is in this life that you exist to procreate, the given
task, only in you, knows that you are in a journey of this life
in every morning, if the sun stand, anchor in your bed and you
feel that you are fine, let your heart tells and be not wary, for the
you are in a journey of no turning back
time is but a moment of an endless journey, a blink of where soul
stand still, of no where to define, just an aura of nothing happen,
only the past will tell, of who you are in every beginning
let your soul move on, of where to floats, angel from different
direction will blew your heart to a place where, you never forget
and you will remember, that once upon a time, your immortal
soul belong and have live this majestic state
just wait, you will be honored and respected according to what
you gain, it is just a passing scene in your heart witness only by
your soul the everything you have made in you life
may you wake up in good faith and live this life to be continued
to life everlasting, have a nice and beautiful morning
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You ask, What is our policy? I will say; "It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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The Road may wind.....
let the journey begin and the will finds
the righteous direction of wind propels the
future of thy soul, into the morning sky of
today
be the breezing wind gently flown to
the waiting dunes and back hurriedly to
the sweet home of wonderful beginning; a
riding wave of every fish of hook
show the prosperous journey, the clock
seems echo its waiting moment of time,
where the muddy road wishing to hold;
the suspended sky in your weary eyes, as
it say let me hold you in my tears
puzzled and troubled sweat laugh in the
trembling suite of your wonderful heart,
know not me; cause the pain but a laughter
hold me to gain your great victory in every
hand and dream we hold on
make me, believe that the sharp edge of
time leaves with me, until the bottom of the
sand of the sea capture the wisdom of being
free
i am lifting to stand by your blessed hand,
let me live for another day to stay.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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The presidency itself is not a partisan institution. It’s the one office in this nation that represents everyone and it demands a duty of care for all Americans. That is precisely what I will do. I will work as hard for those who didn’t vote for me as I will for those who did vote for me. Now, every vote must be counted. No one’s going to take our democracy away from us, not now, not ever. America’s come too far. America’s fought too many battles. America’s endured too much to ever let that happen. We the people will not be silenced. We the people will not be bullied. We the people will not surrender. My friends, I’m confident we’ll emerge victorious. But this will not be my victory alone or our victory alone. It’ll be a victory for the American people, for our democracy, for America.
quote by Joe Biden
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I stand an alone
When I thought I had a friend to talk to when I need to vent but I guess I was wrong
On the other hand, when I was going through some tough times thought I could turn to my number one friend
However, she was nowhere to be found.
I stand alone, I stand alone I stand alone I stand alonEEEE
When I thought I had my family near while I was going through these hard times when
I was going to have surgery I try to call and no one would answer my call.
On the other hand, when I was having my first child I try call my mother and she would not even pick up.
I stand alone, I stand alone when I have no one to talk to I stand alone I stand alonEEEE
When I thought I had people to come to I guess it was just a front so I stand alone forever and
Forever. When you think you got all the support just remember they can turn on you
Just wait and see because one day you will stand-alone.
I stand alone, you stand alone when no one want us we stand alone we stand alone alone alonEEE we stand ALONE.
poem by Terry Anderson
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Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too?
Over There,
World War II.
Dear Fellow Americans,
I write this letter
Hoping times will be better
When this war
Is through.
I'm a Tan-skinned Yank
Driving a tank.
I ask, WILL V-DAY
BE ME-DAY, TOO?
I wear a U. S. uniform.
I've done the enemy much harm,
I've driven back
The Germans and the Japs,
From Burma to the Rhine.
On every battle line,
I've dropped defeat
Into the Fascists' laps.
I am a Negro American
Out to defend my land
Army, Navy, Air Corps--
I am there.
I take munitions through,
I fight--or stevedore, too.
I face death the same as you do
Everywhere.
I've seen my buddy lying
Where he fell.
I've watched him dying
I promised him that I would try
To make our land a land
Where his son could be a man--
And there'd be no Jim Crow birds
Left in our sky.
So this is what I want to know:
When we see Victory's glow,
Will you still let old Jim Crow
Hold me back?
When all those foreign folks who've waited--
Italians, Chinese, Danes--are liberated.
Will I still be ill-fated
Because I'm black?
Here in my own, my native land,
Will the Jim Crow laws still stand?
Will Dixie lynch me still
When I return?
Or will you comrades in arms
From the factories and the farms,
Have learned what this war
Was fought for us to learn?
When I take off my uniform,
Will I be safe from harm--
Or will you do me
As the Germans did the Jews?
When I've helped this world to save,
Shall I still be color's slave?
Or will Victory change
Your antiquated views?
You can't say I didn't fight
To smash the Fascists' might.
You can't say I wasn't with you
in each battle.
As a soldier, and a friend.
When this war comes to an end,
Will you herd me in a Jim Crow car
Like cattle?
Or will you stand up like a man
At home and take your stand
For Democracy?
That's all I ask of you.
When we lay the guns away
To celebrate
Our Victory Day
WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO?
That's what I want to know.
Sincerely,
GI Joe.
poem by Langston Hughes
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United We Stand
United we stand,
Together we fall,
The is no loss or retread,
Only death or victory.
But what does that victory bring to us,
One step closer to dying somewhere else,
Our lives are at the disposal of the few,
Do they fight? I think not.
We are the elite,
Better then the rest,
Trained to the peak of exhaustion and fitness,
And yet we still die like men.
Around us, high walls, buildings and guns,
All here to serve one mans greed,
Greed that will lead to his demise,
But will we follow?
Beaten back, killed, mugged and shot,
And yet we still fight on,
There must be a reason for this madness,
If only it was that simple.
United we stand,
Together we die,
We give our lives as a constant reminder,
War is horrid, people die don’t forget it.
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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The Song Of The Pacifist
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead?
Think ye our glory and gain will pay for the torrent of blood we have shed?
By the cheers of our Victory will the heart of the mother be comforted?
If by the Victory all we mean is a broken and brooding foe;
Is the pomp and power of a glitt'ring hour, and a truce for an age or so:
By the clay-cold hand on the broken blade we have smitten a bootless blow!
If by the Triumph we only prove that the sword we sheathe is bright;
That justice and truth and love endure; that freedom's throned on the height;
That the feebler folks shall be unafraid; that Might shall never be Right;
If this be all: by the blood-drenched plains, by the havoc of fire and fear,
By the rending roar of the War of Wars, by the Dead so doubly dear. . . .
Then our Victory is a vast defeat, and it mocks us as we cheer.
Victory! there can be but one, hallowed in every land:
When by the graves of our common dead we who were foemen stand;
And in the hush of our common grief hand is tendered to hand.
Triumph! Yes, when out of the dust in the splendour of their release
The spirits of those who fell go forth and they hallow our hearts to peace,
And, brothers in pain, with world-wide voice, we clamour that War shall cease.
Glory! Ay, when from blackest loss shall be born most radiant gain;
When over the gory fields shall rise a star that never shall wane:
Then, and then only, our Dead shall know that they have not fall'n in vain.
When our children's children shall talk of War as a madness that may not be;
When we thank our God for our grief to-day, and blazon from sea to sea
In the name of the Dead the banner of Peace . . . that will be Victory.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Proof Of Worth
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Defeat is the proof of your grit;
A weakling can smile in his days of success,
But at trouble's first sign he will quit.
So the test of the heart and the test of your pluck
Isn't skies that are sunny and fair,
But how do you stand to the blow that is struck
And how do you battle despair?
A fool can seem wise when the pathway is clear
And it's easy to see the way out,
But the test of man's judgment is something to fear,
And what does he do when in doubt?
And the proof of his faith is the courage he shows
When sorrows lie deep in his breast;
It's the way that he suffers the griefs that he knows
That brings out his worst or his best.
The test of a man is how much he will bear
For a cause which he knows to be right,
How long will he stand in the depths of despair,
How much will he suffer and fight?
There are many to serve when the victory's near
And few are the hurts to be borne,
But it calls for a leader of courage to cheer
The men in a battle forlorn.
It's the way you hold out against odds that are great
That proves what your courage is worth,
It's the way that you stand to the bruises of fate
That shows up your stature and girth.
And victory's nothing but proof of your skill,
Veneered with a glory that's thin,
Unless it is proof of unfaltering will,
And unless you have suffered to win.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Little Victories
Words and music by bob seger
When your baby up and leaves you
Up and leaves you flat
Dont you laugh my friend sometimes it happens just like that
First you feel the anger then the sorrow will soon take control
And therell be hard times for sure
Long cold lonely nights
It might not sound like much
But itll mean a lot youll see
Every hour you survive will come to be
A little victory
Little victory
As you struggle through each day
Each strange new day
Feelin lost and wounded tryin hard to find your way
No one there to talk it out with
Learnin how to sleep alone
Overcomin each new doubt
Tryin hard just to accept it all
Everytime you keep control when youre cut off at the knees
Everytime you take a punch and still stand at ease
Little victories
Little victories
And when night falls and theres no one around
The cruelest time of all and not one sound
Listenin to the wind blow
Listenin to the tickin of the clock
Tryin hard to forget
Tryin hard to just accept it all
As you step out in the night take a lesson from the trees
Watch the way they learn to bend with each breeze
Little victories
Everytime you make it through
Its another little victory
Day by day minute by minute
Little victories
song performed by by Bob Seger
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To Win Another One
People play games to win, not for fun
Otherwise, it’s meaningless
In competitive games like basketball or golf
To win is the primary purpose
While to have fun or make friends is at most the second
Because people need to win to establish confidence and conquer others
It’s victory that excites us, not failure
It’s victory that makes our names familiar to others, not failure
It’s victory that makes us want to play again
It’s victory that tells us not to give up
Not only the human beings
Animals either fight to win and to kill or to be killed
They have no second chance
They have to fight till death
To win or to lose
Is a choice we are facing everyday
Golf masters are having fun all the time
Because they won many tournaments and they are champions
So let’s win another one
And win them all
poem by Michael Guo
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A Hearty Congratulation Of Pres. Barack Obama
a One Hundred Days, a beginning of dream come true, a
start that waits the flourishing wish to reach, the jubilation
remembered at the soil of American people's victory of
this 21st century, in the continent of the East
all citizens has to unite in the new found anniversary, each
one is counted and in every street, the cheers, the laughters
the joy of each face resembled that another new years has
to start as the past year has already depart
welcome every race, faith and fate awaits, America the
mother model of democracy, where young and old comes
in victory to live in the land where God has plan, always
forward to the heaven's flag the 100 days of victories you've
have achieve, in face of the world you wave
Congratulation PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, you've
conquer the moist of the sand and leads the country to victory,
refresh and go, all our prayer lives in you and lead us in the
way to that promise day, that all people who believe
Democracy the answer of this century
let us join our hands and pray that the 44th President of
the United States of America can stand and pave the path to
live in harmony with the neighboring beautiful country where
God also have given them free
the glooming America has now shinning its radiant star and
the dawning twilight spirit, brings every American people to
live a good morning of blooming prosperity
poem by Antonio Liao
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Together We Will Dream Again
you’re leaving in the land where you've seen the first
light and as you're living in the land which full of
abundance, whisper me dear the failure of your success,
that sublime of my promise of the past, waiting the
glittering darkness to shine in my sight
the day when the star believe the beginning of the night
is the day where, the light comes in its amazing grace
of glooming sky, as it wondered in the sea; wishing to
obey the harboring morning in the sun of the horizon line
beneath the ocean wave of time
rise and stand, dear heart and sings that song, of never
had ever sang, the hand still stand, in every minute of
every strand, waving like a tiny finger catches little drops
of moist in the golden moon, fuming to wait in the
humming wind in the night with fun
hurdle that bits and pieces, loose your grip, the mind can't
understand what the heart resist, the bottom tap is to
sweet like butterfly wish to seat, in the bottom tap, lies a
sipping tips of needle, where everybody always find the
day to find as easy to lie
close your heart and open your soul, a dried up tears in
you’re wonderful sight, will blind your beautiful eye, be
wary of the rain that touches your hair, and suck the
countless cooled day, a wagon await your stay like fancy
in your neck ready to slay, your beautiful morning is out of
your mercy
today is to believe that yesteryears apart is a dream to
fulfill and a moment of the past, welcome to see today as
the beginning of every yesterdays return.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Pure Denizen Of The Citizens Band
I want to ask you fellows
Why do you shut me out?
When Ive driven every place that they call land
I talk plain talk
Ive seen the moon sitting on the road
And I dont eat no chateaubriand
And I drive my car
Under same stars
Where the miles are
Come back I demand
Dear gentlemen
Please let me in
I dont know how I can
Make you understand
Im a pure denizen of the citizens band [4x]
Hey friend you know what Id do
If I was making the bucks
Id move into a place
Where all they had was trucks
cause theres one thing I cant stand
Theres one thing that I cannot stand
One thing I cannot stand
Cant stand
Cannot stand
Cant stand
song performed by by Frank Black
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Ocean Land
Before eyes that are blind no more
A sight unseen that tears the soul
All we ever loved and known
Into mass graves is what we're shown"
"We see an ocean once was land"
& So they come to understand
This place where man used to be born
Will be man's water throne
"All that was magical, beautiful,
will be gone"
These measures call for divine intervention
"All the achievements of man,
one will stand all alone"
One that survives the final selection
"The sand in the hour glass,
moves so fast, slow the sand
And nothing that mankind has strived for
will be left in ocean land"
The rain will fall then
Filling the dried land
"Here are we, servants three
flesh and blood
Poor and weak,
hear thou speak of the flood"
It must be a sign
A message from God's hand
song performed by by Orphaned Land
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The Candid Candidate
Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a very earnest man,
Who aspired to be a statesman, and he consequently ran
At a general election as the Candid Candidate,
Sworn to tell the truth ungarbled, leaving all the rest to Fate.
Jackson had a firm conviction that the average M.P.
Was not prefectly straightforward as a member ought to be.
'They disguise their actual motives,' Jackson said, 'and so they fail.
I shall leave no false suspicion that I'm sitting on a rail.'
'Fellow men,' quoth Ebenezer, in his first campaign address.
'My desire to gain election is most eager, I confess:
True, some patriotic ardor fills me with its holy fire;
But to get a safe and steady billet is my main desire.
'Now, to put the matter plainly, I've no wish to twist or hedge,
And I'm quite prepared to stand to all the things that I allege.
I aspire to serve Australia in the Big Affairs of State:
To that aim all local interests gladly I'll subordinate.
'I shall give no hasty promise for the sake of votes from you.
Roads and bridges you shall have them when they are your right and due;
But wre this whole country's interest clashes with your local lot,
Then my vote is for Australia and the rest can go to pot!
'I'll not stoop to curry favor for the sake of your back yard,
While the Big Things of the nation call for labor long and hard;
For I'm not of those hard grafters whose chief work is turning coats,
With their thoughts on next election, and their eyes upon your votes.
'Party ties shall never hold me when I hear Australia call,
Through my service to the nation do I seek to stand or fall.
And to talk election piffle in the House, if I be sent
There to work, I'll deem an insult to the folk I represent.
'I shall scheme to drag no railway through the back yard of this State;
Nor on any handy dust-heap in this dashed electorate
Shall I vote to plant a city, while the fact is evident
That abtter site is waiting elsewhere on the continent.
'I am solid for Protection: but my creed I won't abuse
By mean tricks to shift the duty from commodities you use:
Nor shall I denounce with loathing Socialists' experiments
While I howl for State assistance for my own constituents.
'Now, my worthy friends, you know me, and just what I mean to do.
As plain people of Australia I am ev'ry time for you,
With my eyes upon the future and this great land's destiny,
I shall not to 'local interests' sacrifice prosterity.'
Alfred Ebenezer Jackson raised a wild, derisive shout
From 'intelligent electors.' 'Mad!' they said, 'without a doubt.'
And because they knew he meant it - ev'ry work he spoke or wrote
Alfred Ebenezer Jackson did not get a single vote!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Kiss the pain
the beginning of the future started with each strong
determination to stand; to fight, to face, to challenge,
to accept and to duel on what stand ahead, the
process brings us to become a whole person
days and night welcome the minutes, the wind as
it blows; the stones as it roll, the wave as it reaches
to seashore, of where the dashing sand rushes
to meet the sea weeds drift, the beauty as it wrinkles
the skinny faces and the eyes close to the grave,
calling the magic of sleep, echo the true meaning
of what is life
as the pain heralded the meaning of a kiss, the
tastes welcome the vigorous happiness of joy, the
ultimate wisdom of every soul that calls; experienced
the heart the wondering shouts of gratefulness to
pursue every step in the eyes that close
fight every unending search to go beyond the
illuminating light pain, survive and chase the journey
you have started and never return until the end and
conquer the beginning of victory of this changing
world
it's all started with a kiss of pain........ and victory is
you’re to share
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Parable of the Seafarer
The Parable of the Seafarer
Riding in the wave of Penny, watching the
ocean floor of wealth, ready to dive and drown
in the land with nobody likes to see
a shelter comes in the foreign land, transgress
beyond any time, at any deepest sea; the luck
of money gracefully come in the pocket and easily jump,
gone to the sand
wow! a beautiful cherish land, sole care of
abundance ambition, make my dream alive; with
the Lilies grown in a dirty pond, and let the fish
swear to breed inside the cupid heart of the rich sea
come on, at the tip of my hand and hold my
destined wonder to capture my desire of wealth;
find and stay in the Joy of my day, a quest for a
next day of comes uncertain journey
let me ride again, and take it back; the moment I
lost with my love one, my dignity and my life who
lives no more in my real dream
I am lost again and please
let the wave haul me back of my dream ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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