If You Send Us There We Are Through
We are hardened terrorists so you'd better beware,
Preaching jihad against you is how we scare,
Wherever there's trouble you'll find us there,
There is nothing we wouldn't do.
We blow up innocents purely by stealth,
If truth be told we are bad for your health,
We pay for it all by abusing your wealth,
Cowardice is strictly taboo.
In the eyes of our followers we are very brave,
We teach them all this is how to behave,
You would say that our actions deprave,
We would call it a military coup.
Our human rights you must never breach,
That is one of the lessons we teach,
If you ever attempt to we will impeach,
With lawyers paid for by you.
We know our tactics confirm your worst fears,
Our legal appeals will be running for years,
It's a fact it is you we will have in tears,
There is nothing that you can do.
But wait a minute this isn't in our book,
The law of the land you have forsook,
Our solicitors will need to take a look,
As our plans have now gone askew.
The European court has said extradite,
Have they finally seen the light?
You ‘' WOULD ‘' say at last they've got it right,
Our right of appeal we'll pursue.
You can't possibly send us to the U.S.of A.
That would allow them to get their own way,
We must beg for mercy our health's in decay,
None of us wants to say adieu.
Dear Great Britain please don't let us go,
We love you and we'd like you all to know,
We no longer feel quite so gung-ho,
Our citizenship we'd like to renew.
The hardened terrorist was an exaggeration,
It was due to our lack of education,
We would never harm your great nation,
Our pusillanimous threats we promise to subdue.
We beg you to give us just one more chance,
We'll miss the camaraderie and the free manse,
The Yanks will just make a song and dance,
As it's our criminality they wish to pursue.
The Americans through our past they've scoured,
Unlike you lot they'll have us overpowered,
We'd like to submit every one of us is a coward,
We have also all caught the flu.
We are sorry for the upset we've caused you all,
Though our criminal actions at times did appall,
Extradition to America we beg you to stall,
‘' If You Send Us There We Are Through ‘'
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You Have No Human Rights
They blow us up they shoot us down,
They have us frozen with fear,
We let them preach hatred on our streets,
Yet still they are living here.
Why, you ask is this the case,
Is our country really blind,
Known terrorists roaming free,
We must be out of our mind.
They take our housing and benefits,
But we've not to make a fuss,
Despite the fact their only wish,
Is to kill everyone of us.
If I hated a country with such bile,
My residence just wouldn't last,
If I couldn't accept their way of life,
I'd get the hell out fast.
Yet Britain is such an easy touch,
They know they've got it made,
For affording them freedom and democracy,
Contempt is what they trade.
While they're being allowed to preach,
That all westerners must die,
When we try to throw them out,
They go to court and cry.
They portray themselves as warriors,
Who love to cause us alarm,
Yet when we try to deport them,
They claim they're scared they'll come to harm.
This shows them up for what they are,
With our rights they've been empowered,
Yet they refuse leave a country they hate,
That is the mark of a coward.
We can't extradite to America,
Regardless of how many they kill,
There's a chance that they might execute,
While we don't have the will.
They will use the very laws they hate,
To throw dirt back in our face,
While we sit back and let them,
It's a national disgrace.
Our laws these bastards preach against,
Shows where their morality sits,
They're not only bloody cowards,
They're a bunch of hypocrites.
What rights do they give their victims,
Who will never have any choice,
None is the easy answer,
They have taken away their voice.
As for legal fees we pay their bill,
While they sit back and laugh,
British lawyers making millions,
Paid by the government on our behalf.
I think it's time we let them know,
No ifs, or buts, nor mights,
If you want to practise jihad,
'' You Have No Human Rights '
They Won't Want To Go Back
While we live our lives as best as we can,
There are those who couldn't care less,
The criminal fraternity do what they like,
We're left to pick up the mess.
Soft justice favours the criminals,
While the victims are the ones left to rot,
To turn the tide the other way,
A hard lesson needs to be taught.
Take the murderers they don't give a damn,
Jail for them doesn't hold any fears,
Three square a day free drugs and no rent,
Then back out in just a few years.
There are those who advocate killing us all,
Yet these terrorists are now cowering in fear,
Saying please don't send us to the U.S.of A.
We'd much rather do our time here.
The rapists and thief's who couldn't care less,
They'll do it day in and day out,
They show no remorse for their victims,
Then ask what are we all about.
If they mug an old man or a women,
Which results in their violent demise,
They will not be charged with their murder,
For their lawyers make out it's all lies.
We are now running scared of the criminals,
The do gooders have them in their sights,
There's money galore to be made from these thugs,
It's the innocents who have no human rights.
Society now favours the criminal,
They're much better off than us,
When we ask why there's no retribution,
We're told to stop making a fuss.
They now live in five star prisons,
We want more is what their lawyers shout,
The more we give them the more they demand,
No wonder they don't want to come out.
Soon they'll be appealing their sentences,
Telling us we need to be tough,
They're enjoying prison life so much,
Their sentences are not long enough.
The do good brigade fall over themselves,
Criminals aren't bad they'd have you believe,
While criminals make them lots of money,
They'll continue living to deceive.
These poor souls need everyone's sympathy,
For their crimes they are never to blame,
This attitude is why they don't give a damn,
Then go out and do more of the same.
They tell you they had a bad childhood,
They were given a really hard time,
The hardships they've had to endure in their life
Is why they were drawn into crime?
They wouldn't know a hard time if it hit them,
But they're brainwashed that's what to believe,
They've wanted for nothing all of their lives,
Yet the victims are the ones left to grieve.
There are people who've fought in bloody wars,
Those who have worked all their days,
They had rationing and living with nothing,
They were never part of the criminal craze.
It's now time to get tough with these scumbags,
Soft soaping them is one major gaffe,
If they knew they'd be properly punished,
They wouldn't be so quick to laugh.
They need to know that when they're caught,
Their punishment will be severe,
No remission or an easy life,
That must be made crystal clear.
They must pay all their own legal fees,
That will stop their endless appeals,
No drugs or mobiles, no satellite T.V.
Fed with the most basic of meals.
One hundred years for murder,
No mercy or any parole,
They'll endure hard labour until they are dead,
There'll be no repose of their soul.
Trafficking drugs you'll be jailed for life,
You can't say you were being led,
You're responsible for your own actions,
You've created the walking dead.
Raping, burglary and knife crime,
Will be treated in much the same way,
If you're willing to commit the offence,
Incarceration is the price you will pay.
Paedophiles are truly a breed apart,
For them no mercy should be shown,
They must rot in jail until they are dead,
Punished for the seeds they have sown.
When they learn we mean what we're saying,
They'll beg us to cut them some slack,
When our prisons become a deterrent,
you can bet,
‘' They Won't Want To Go Back ‘'
Stealth, Health and Wealth
Stealth, health and wealth, each a curious breed
Are not such strange bedfellows indeed.
Stealth, with its cunning and mysterious ways,
Escapes notice matter not the attention one pays.
With the suspicious this surreptitious wins in spite
Of all who strain for a glimpse of its sight.
Then there's health with its nefarious aim,
Favoring young and wealthy in its merciless game.
What justice is there as it forsakes the weak,
Choosing to stand by and laugh at the meek?
Or why does it change with no reason at all,
Ignoring vanquished victims imploring its call?
Now lastly take wealth, oh wealth so dear.
The worst irony of all may, indeed, lies here.
Many forfeit love and happiness for a chance
To tiptoe with this god in an all-too-short dance.
Then as stealth teams with wealth, it's time to pay
Costs of health escaping more notice every day.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Example of....?
Gary McKinnon, searching for proof, from under his London roof.
For U.F.O.s and 'Aliens', U.S.A. want to extradite for his crimes.
Hacked into their computer systems, causing them 'problems'.
With relative ease, their 'pride' he did squeeze.
Extradition to the U.S.A, rules not same for the U.K.
They, no evidence really required, all one sided.
All our courts rejected his appeal, 'hidden' agenda to conceal?
Plus the European court, his case still being fought.
That extradition 'treaty', is a joke, a travesty
Yes he caused them embarrassment, for our and their government.!
He admits he did wrong, accessing data from NASA and the Pentagon.
Millions of dollars of 'damage' done, McKinnon denies that sum!
He could face sixty years in prison, if extradited to them,
A crime has been done, however he hasn't 'murdered' anyone!
They shouldn't demonize and try to prosecute, but should utilize his skills and recruit.
The Brit' a 'terrorist' he's been branded, left out and stranded.
The U.S simply lost face, the treaty doesn't represent true justice.
If he is to face trial, it should be on British soil.
The crime was committed in Britain, that is for certain.
Our Government drags its heels, despite high profile appeals.
Ignoring his mental condition, let alone the whole situation.
Still no outcome, I hope justice is done.
09/10/09
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Taboo To Love
Are you telling me you feel
Like you have never felt
Ut oh, my heart
Dont you know those famous words
Be seen but not heard
Taboo to love
Are you telling me your eyes
Met hers to your surprise
But why, my heart?
How loud must you hear me say
Have fun but dont play
Taboo to love
Wheres your lantern or candlelight
So to guide you through hidden spaces
Though its said truth unveils all lies
Feelings cant be left to roam
So you say youve lost your head
But you use your heart instead
Beware of love
This is not like you at all
Who vowed to never fall
Taboo to love, taboo to love
Taboo (background)
To love, taboo to love
Taboo (background)
Wheres your raincoat and over-boots
To protect you in stormy weather
Though its said when you walk in truth
Love can bring you no harm
So youve made up in your mind
Youll leave your fears behind
So brave my heart
I guess your heart has made you see
Its better to be free
No taboo to love
I guess your heart has made you see
Its much better to be free
No taboo to love
No taboo to love
Taboo (background)
To love, no taboo to love
Taboo (background)
To love, no taboo to love
Taboo (background)
To love, no taboo to love
Taboo (background)
No taboo to love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Giving Thanks
We are to give thanks once more
so let us not forget our poor
and our proud soldiers in this ruthless war,
Let us give thanks for.....
Our sickness and our health,
America's over-abundance and our great wealth,
Thanks for revealing our stealth
as we continue to strengthen ourselves.
To my precious family and friends,
may the fences we mend,
for only good wishes I send
and Thanks for you once again.
poem by Cindy Thacher
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Indian Medicos on Strike, Nov 26,2007
They want to make their course a year longer:
The training period to be made two years;
They want youngsters to go to villages,
And work for paltry stipend for one year.
The idea mooted just by one person-
No doubt ‘tis great but why choose House-surgeons?
Can not the senior doctors do better?
But do you think they will ever offer?
They want to save on salary sums paid;
They want a steady source of fresh doctors;
They want to send them as part of training;
They plan to send them all under duress!
The nation’s medicos are on strike now!
-On eve of forthcoming exams shortly;
What waste of student-hours and emotions!
They could miss University exams!
Their teachers are upset about pupils;
Their parents do not know what to do next;
The ego of one person has caused this
Sad state of affairs in the whole country!
The real fact is no one wants to go
To sub-centers, where problems are galore;
A lot of doctors won’t get jobs therefore
On permanent basis in health sector.
Like how the Kargil-war was won of late,
By sending young Jawans to scale the heights,
They plan to send freshers to villages,
To improve health of people over there?
The idea is good but why freshers?
Should you not send the senior-most doctors?
Should you not improve working conditions?
But all is fair in health industry too!
Most want to earn huge sums in cities big!
Most want to earn five-figure salaries!
Most want lucre and live in luxury,
But scape-goat medicos in prime of life!
What unfairness prevails in most nations!
How wily politicians earn their fame!
How students get dragged into politics!
Each party wants to steal the lime-light first!
Young medicos are victims poor in fray;
In modern adult world, they have no say;
Strike is the only thing they can count on;
White-coat and Stethoscope, they hate to don!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-26-2007
poem by John Celes
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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Watching You, Watching Me, Watching You, Watching Everyone
So this is Great Britain
A green and pleasant land?
The home of CCTV Camera’s
To get speeding drivers banned
So this is Great Britain
The welfare state, & NHS
Great British Institutions?
Some think they’re in a mess
So this Is Great Britain
That once ruled the waves
An Empire and a Commonwealth?
Now issues ASBO’s if one misbehaves
So this is Great Britain
The Mother of Democracy?
The House of Commons and Lords
Ensuring justice & liberty?
So this is Great Britain
Where God saves the Queen
A land of hope & glory?
You can vote at age eighteen
So this is Great Britain
Are the pensioners in poverty?
They’ve never had it so good?
They’re all having a nice cup of tea
So this is Great Britain
A class system breeding inequality
Education, Education, Education?
Needing a dose of political honesty
So this is Great Britain
Still the mother of the free?
The police, council, & MI5
Are watching you or watching me
poem by Gordon David
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Dad's Lessons Passed On
He was not filthy rich
But had the depth of knowledge
That he had blessed me with
To face my trials with great courage.
Dad taught me the love for books
A quiet spirit in times of strife
All those years his lesson took
Me through the hardships of my life.
Teach a child the wealth of reading
To feed his mind, keep him from trouble
Values learned he will be using
To grow up wise and be responsible.
Dad's lessons I now try to teach
On the next in line there to impart
My children know their goals to reach
By keeping his lessons in their heart.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Visions of Terrorists Dance in My Head
We are Americans went nuke in 41
We are Americans we have the biggest gun
We now fight a war of attrition
We underestimate all our competition
We fight to maintain our hegemonious crime
We really don't care if we get there in time
We build a new weapon that kills before threat
We send in a soldier who isn't dead yet
We send in a soldier who comes back to life
We send home an alien to impregnate his wife
Visions of Terrorists soon walking our streets
Visions of Terrorists soon buying our meats
Visions of Terrorists dance in my head
Clinton and Rushdie will leave us for dead
Visions of Terrorists torture my brain
America, the collective, is going insane
(written June 10,1995)
poem by Beau Golden
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My Family ‘America’
Our Forefathers knew what they were doing
When they spent hours writing America’s freedoms
We celebrate with bombs bursting in air
Taking pride in the red, white, and blue that flows everywhere
Solder boy protecting and taking up arms
Warding off anyone who wants to do Americans harm
America, we are the home of the brave and carry it with pride
Known all over the world for being the home of the free with God on our side
The wall, a remembrance for those who died
A memorial for those who fought in a war and lost their lives
Our Military will always be the ones to give their all
Making sure our Country will stand in pride and never fall
Graceful eagle in peaceful flight soaring into the great divine
Lady Liberty standing with her light a shine
Liberty bell rings across the land with freedom sounds
Just a reminder to America’s family with prideful abound
God will stand beside us…and pull us through
No matter what another Nation or cowards may do
For America we are free to be who we want to be
And the terrorist who hates us has no place in our society
Please remember that September day
When America was shaken in an unthinkable way
For the terrorist even made Heavenly Angels cry
When strangers in planes took away innocent lives
What America means to me…
As a Father who protects us from unwelcome Strangers
As a Mother who nurtures and worries about the dangers
As a Friend they are always there when you need them.
She is the greatest of all Nations and a blessing to be born in…
My Family ‘America’
Written by
Katherine Kay Graven
August twenty eight two thousand six
poem by Katherine Kay Graven
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Send For Me
When you want
A true lover
Send for me...send for me!
You'll never want
Any other
Send for me...send for me!
I promise you
I'll be true
Send for me...send for me!
Anytime just tell me
Your problems
And you'll find out, baby, I'll solve 'em.
If you're late one mornin',
Don't hurry.
If you've got big trouble,
Don't worry.
Just depend
On your friend
Send for me...send for me!
A-mornin', noon and night,
In the early bright,
Don't you fret, my pretty pet
I'm gonna treat you right.
Don't you dare
Raise a hair,
I'm gonna share
Your every care.
Anywhere,
Oh, yeah
Send for me...I'll be there!
~Interlude~
Anything
That upsets you
Send for me...send for me!
I'll be there
To protect you
Wait and see...wait and see!
Don't delay
Right away
Send for me...send for me.
It's gonna be
Twiddle-deee
Yes sirree
You and me
Faithfully
Send for me
~Ad-lib to fade~
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Dear Everybody.
Dear Americans, The World, my countrymen everywhere.
I would like to speak to you tonight, not about some woman.
Not about some dream job in the future
Not about your suffering, but the will to be children's, children, who will suffer at the hands of pure greed, and constant prolonging of compromising.
This is a slowly failing capitalist state, empire, government, or whatever else you want to call to it.
The laws are being rewritten slowly.
Our monopoly laws has failed miserably.
And I want them reinforced harder.
Shrink these businesses to a reasonable size.
If you don't have the money to cover it.
And the company don't have the money to cover it.
It shouldn't exist.
You don't like that walmart tough.
I'm not speaking to favor you at all.
You make hardly in anything in America.
And yet they are too many of your companies here.
Assembled is as close as you get except for groceries and prescriptions.
Prescription manufacturers who hardly make any drugs in this country. and charge us the most for them.
Where is our competitive market.
Where are the U.S. factories? ? ?
Where are the hard workers? ? ?
Now that doesn't just mean factories.
How about we make some clothing again.
How about us harvesting more cotton.
How about we make more computer chips.
How about we grow something is costing that's costing millions if not billions of dollars.
Oh and emptying our prison systems at the same time
A man I talked from U.K. tells me the about unique laws Amsterdam has.
By the way I did look up these laws and I'm reading from them as we speak. Their drug law states, that everyone has the right to choose of their own health as far most health issue goes.
And that should be our right.
We shouldn't have to have insurance unless their is a nation wide free insurance program.
The pursuit of happiness.
We deny that.
That's a lie.
But in truth I don't think it's possible to completely achieve it.
For if it was possible murders could kill at a whim, rapist a would be allowed to pursue their sick and twisted happiness as two very ugly examples of how flawed that idea is.
I think it should be true about ones health.
But lets face it someone must lead, and someone must follow.
We got too many cooks and not enough chefs in this country.
And of the chefs none have to take responsibility for their actions.
If they were that money wouldn't have disappeared in the first place.
What of you Obama, what do you have to say of your actions.
What have you done, to truly help this country.
I wouldn't call that health bill help.
It was like putting a band aid on a hemorrhage and expecting to fix its self, it didn't.
You have to treat healthcare companies, like the electric companies.
Cap them.
you want to start making money on that issue, that is what needs to be done.
Oh and while your at bring the product back. create taxation laws such that American products are equal.
Put them taxes on us.
I would take that load if it means American jobs again. Anybody who bring back American jobs I would support.
Anybody who actually would do something like pull all Americans out of all wars I would support.
Their needed right here on the borders and disaster areas.
The greed has to stop so ill be the first American say tax me so we can return American jobs again.
Let it be on the products that come from other countries.
Call it isolationism if you want.
But other countries have the right to do the same.
Bush this is my middle finger to you and that line.
Its not isolationism if it is basic survival.
We are in trouble, we will become either a Communist, socialist or dictatorship type government
I don't think its not to far down this road we are traveling.
Their is no looking back as soon as we go.
When the government truly collapses you will know.
Now the world probably hate me for some of the things I said
Now the Americans probably hate me for some of the things I said.
Now big bushiness probably hate me for what i said.
I know i probably pissed of both republicans, and democrats.
But we are at all fault for this and we will suffer some way for it.
If we really want to fix it.
We must except we are all at fault.
Equal the land must be before a golden age will ever be seen.
~Give me responses arguments as the people or even your ideas as leaders of the literature world. Put it all in poems and keep delivering the messages. Drill it in as if it is your most loved one that died. Let them know what you want.
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Send Me An Angel
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The way out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
song performed by by Scorpions
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Atomic Insanity Bomb
America, we're drained of enthusiasm for you
America, why this meaningless war?
America, you are no longer beautiful
America, when will you see the light?
When will you call peace and dance and sing
When will you look in the mirror
and see the menace you have become?
When will you read the philosophies of God
that say Thou Shalt Not Kill?
America, when will you open your eyes?
America, why do you dye the shores red?
Why are the guns loaded with skulls?
Why do you leave your brothers behind
To charge bull-like at a cloth too large for you?
America, why are you putting a gun to your head?
America, stop killing me I'm not
Innocent, not Guilty
AMERICA STOP PUSHING!
America don't liberate me I'm already independent.
America I refuse to give up my rights
I refuse to give up others' rights
America don't reject your own
America the HATE is growing
They're rising up growing
America, let the prisoners go
The scholars of war in peace in hate in freedom
The Ginsbergs and Kerouacs and Dickesons and Whitmans
Of generations past
Free the ones whose philosophies peace it together
America your war is at home
America what is your motto?
Mission is not accomplished
It has just started.
America you have life to give,
not take away.
America, you deserve this war
America, my love for you is gone
America, monster, stop your screaming slashing rage
Look into your past
America LEARN from your mistakes
America, make it continue
AMERICA MAKE IT STOP
poem by Lex Newman
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We May Have Great Plans For The Future
We may have great plans for the future but the future seems so far away
And we only can live in the present tomorrow is another day
The future's not ours to look into I once heard a wise woman say
And the sooner the rose comes into bloom the sooner 'twill fade to decay.
You will not find one who doesn't have dreams but dreams of course seldom come true
Still dreams to us all are important we all need a dream to pursue
We all need our dreams to inspire us and those who do not have a dream
Have lost their sense of life direction like a leaf in a rapid flowing stream.
When one hopes for a better tomorrow those sentiments apply to us all
And though the future we cannot look into the past we can readily recall
Of life there is truth in the saying that we must take the good days with the bad
The bright moments of joy and laughter and the dark moments when we feel sad.
We may have great plans for the future for a better tomorrow maybe
But what the future might hold for us is something that we cannot see
We keep on in hope of the good times and we all need our dreams to pursue
And if for me good things don't happen then good things might happen for you.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse,
Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse,
My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild:
``This Mr. Macmullen has ruin'd my Child:
``He uses me ill, and the World shall know it;
``I sent you to Latin, he makes you a Poet:
``A fine Way of training a Shop keeper's Son!
``'Twould better become him to teach you to dun:
``Let him teach both his Wit, and his Rhyming, to Rose;
``And give you some Lessons, to help to sell Cloaths:
``He'll have an Estate, and 'twill do very well,
``That he, like his Father, in Arts should excel;
``But for you, if your Father will take my Advice,
``He'll send you no more, till he lowers his Price:
``A Guinea a Quarter! 'tis monstrously dear!--
``You might learn to dance for four Guineas a Year:
``Then, Sir, 'tell your Master, That these are hard Times;
``And Paper's too dear to be wasted in Rhymes:
``I'll teach you a Way of employing it better;
``As, July the fifteenth, Lord Levington Debtor:
``You may rhyme till you're blind, what arises from thence?
``But Debtor and Creditor brings in the Pence:
``Those beggarly Muses but come for a Curse;
``But give me the Wit, that puts Gold in the Purse.''
From what she then told me, I plainly discern,
What different Lessons we Scholars must learn.
You're happy, dear Rose; for, as far as I find,
You've nothing to do, but embellish your Mind.
What different Tasks are assign'd us by Fate!
'Tis yours to become, mine to get an Estate.
Then, Rose, mind your Learning, whatever you do;
For I have the easier Task of the two.
poem by Mary Barber
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Please Don't Leave
I hate thinking about it.
I wish there was something I could hit.
Sometimes I get so mad,
Other times I just get so incredibly sad.
I know this is your choice
And although my opinion I have voiced
I will always support you
With everything you want to do.
Simply put: it just sucks.
I wonder if it's just my luck.
Things are going so good
But will everything continue to go as it should?
You are the thing I love the most
But will the memories just start to linger like a ghost?
We have gone through so much
And in my times of of need you act like my crutch.
What will I do without you here?
Sit and stare at the wall in fear?
I need to know you are safe
And that they won't push you until you've had enough.
Wearing your clothes is great
But your smell is fading at quite a quick rate.
It won't be the same
To not hear you say my name.
How can I go for for weeks
Without getting to hear you speak?
It's not possible for me to not be upset
But I made a promise to you that I will never forget.
I will count the days until you come home.
Until then i will continue to roam.
I will wait for you until you come back
And we can make up for the time that we have lacked.
I won't see your smile
For quite awhile.
I won't get to stare into those eyes
In which time seems to fly by.
I won't feel your hand in mine
But I'll pretend I'm fine.
I won't feel your kiss
And that I will certainly miss.
I don't want you to go.
I will feel so low
Because you won't be near
And you are all I want, my dear.
You will be gone for so long
And some are hoping it will make me strong.
I don't want to find out,
But I don't want to act like a child and pout.
I think of all the things you will miss out on
In all the time you will be gone.
What can we possibly gain?
I don't want to go through all that pain.
You always say the military has their rules,
But sometimes I wonder if they're all just a bunch of fools.
I want you to be here with me,
Not there doing whatever they please.
You are my entire world
And I would do for you whatever I could.
Baby, you are my everything.
Without you I have nothing.
I have tried to take your hand
And make you understand.
Sometimes I wonder if you even hear my words
Or if I'm better off talking to the birds.
One thing that will never diminsh is our love,
Even when we are up above.
You can't just walk away,
Because I need you to stay.
So as I squeeze my sleeve
I'm going to ask you, 'please don't leave.'
poem by Ashley Reese
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Greatest of the Great
Great, America Great
The god of all nations
Lord of all states
Voice of the voiceless
Strength of the weak
Eyes of the blind
You are the lion claws of the earth
The un-slumbering eagle eyes ever awake
Your fang, a devastating missile to injustice
Great America, great
Lead America, lead on
Abolisher of slave trade
Installer of rights
Enforcer of justice
Light to the dark world
Terror to the terrorist
Spine of the human rights
Pursuer of justice for humanity
Slaver freer
The land of freedom for all
Blanket of naked
Hope of the hopeless
With you, opportunity is not a waste
In you talent is celestially optimized
Great America, great
Long live great fathers that begot great leaders
With you, color is fashion
Content is valued
With you gender is style
Age is number
Religion is choice
Freedom is full
My eyes hope to see you someday
My foot itches for you
Though terrors many are in the world
But with you all hope is not lost
Great America
Keeper of peace
Great America
My gentle giant
Great America, o my greatest hero
The fairer morale of the earth
Great America, hope of the unborn generation
Live on and lead on
Great America, the greatest of the great.
poem by Ezekiel Igbodo
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