Distance In Miles Feb 27th,2011
I’m sorry but I never did forget inches, feet, yards and miles,
And I can’t forget Fahrenheit; replaced by Celsius denials,
I feel as though I’ve broken some rule or law and maybe I did,
I’m looking around for a sign that says, what I did was forbid.
I’m sure our Ottawa bureaucrats thought this change was great,
Dump the old inches and feet and miles and don’t have any debate,
Then our politically correct politicians all said yes,
I still think the numbers on my car speedometer are a mess.
I’ve not known the distance from Montreal to Toronto since then,
Nor the temperatures on TV though I hear them again and again,
Maybe I should see a psychiatrist to see what’s wrong with me,
How long has this being going on; maybe I need some vitamin B?
FEB 27TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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If We Had Had Binding Referendums Then Mar 14th 2011
I would like to go back to the sixties when we measured in miles,
And inches and feet and yards and things made sense in great style,
Unfortunately, I can’t go back in time but if I could, I would,
They’ve changed a whole generation and I would not be understood.
I feel like someone from another time and out of place,
Before pompous bureaucratic politicians got in our face,
Before Trudeau wrote his international Charter of Rights,
That allowed terrorists and refugees in High Court fights.
There’s obviously something wrong and we can never put it right,
Finger pointing in Parliament seems to give them great delight,
But leadership is lacking despite their extremely loud talk,
Give us binding referendums like Switzerland or walk.
Mar 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Nothing Like A Hundred Miles
I have tried to forget about you
And all the plans that we had planned
Yes, and Im bound to leave this town
I dont care where I may land
If what theyre telling me is true
And you have found somebody new
To love you
There aint but one thing I can do, baby
To save my heart from being broken in two by you
Baby, Im moving through
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
Between me and trouble in my mind
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
Show me the yellow line
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
When Im only passing through
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
To make me forget about you
Forget about you, baby
Dont we like our found farewells
And dont we like to keep our good-byes
Nice and clean
You may wish Id go to hell
While you tell me what a pleasure its been
So long, baby, Im moving on
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
Between me and trouble in mind
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
Somebody show me the yellow line
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
When Im only passing through
Theres nothing like a hundred miles
To make me forget about you
Forget about you
I have tried to forget about you
Baby, I have failed
Just as long as I stay in houston
I will
song performed by by James Taylor
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Kilometers and Miles Away!
What do you do when your love is suppressed
this time you don't want it to be and it leaves you depressed
how can i break a barrier larger than life
how can will i connect to her when the relationship is rife
with walls, we don't put them up or construct them but we submit to them
this is our anthem
it's not our love that lacks strength
but the problem here is the length
inches and centimeters and miles and kilometers away
our love is suppressed
by distance
each word I say
never uttered in person
and yet we live under the same sun
we're closer than can be
and yet you can't touch me
I can tell you how much I love you,
but I can't hold you close
however you measure our distance, one day it will end
I tell you the truth my love I will not send
send you my love, I will bring it to you and your doorstep
bring it to you and lay it at your feet, well kept
You'll see i stayed faithful and waited for you
praying you waited for me too
but it's time to break down the wall
it's time to fall in love
as if it were the first time
and thus i conclude my rhyme
because our miles and kilometers will turn to inches and centimeters
and then
no more
because we'll be close, we'll be together, this time for real, i tell you the truth my love.... one day i will hold you, and yet that one day is already
here
(from the perspective of my friends)
poem by David Knox
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What did I do in high school? I grew from 5 feet 4 inches to 6 feet 2 inches.
quote by Gregory Peck
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The Three Foot Rule
When I was bound apprentice, and learned to use my hands,
Folk never talked of measures that came from foreign lands:
Now I'm a British Workman, too old to go to school;
So whether the chisel or file I hold, I'll stick to my three-foot rule.
Some talk of millimetres, and some of kilogrammes,
And some of decilitres, to measure beer and drams;
But I'm a British Workman, too old to go to school,
So by pounds I'll eat, and by quarts I'll drink, and I'll work by my three-foot rule.
A party of astronomers went measuring the earth,
And forty million metres they took to be its girth;
Five hundred million inches, though, go through from pole to pole;
So let's stick to inches, feet and yards, and the good old three-foot rule.
poem by William John Macquorn Rankine
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Politically Correct Politicians Mar 12th 2011
If we had compulsory voting, we would eventually get there,
You are forbidden to think about this or even compare,
Our politicians just love the present first-past-the-post,
Where the combined opposition always have many more votes.
And folks who refuse or fail to vote should get a substantial fine,
On their next year’s tax return which they cannot refuse or decline,
And binding referendums should come up for compulsory debate,
Though the politically correct will always say it’s too late.
And our future deaths-with-dignity should also be discussed,
Assisted suicide will not disappear like a cloud of dust,
If they can do it in Oregon and Switzerland, why not here?
What do politically correct politicians have to fear?
Mar 12th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Room #9
Come inside take a ride it's your lucky day
Start your car won't go far brain's on holiday
Think I got a hit do you want a hit? Yeah!
All you need is a little bit! Why?
Open up your mind look at what you find
Touch the sky
Think it's almost time do you see the sign? Yeah!
Tasted like a grape but it was a lime! Yum!
Looking at the rain on a sunny day
Vitamin A! Vitamin A! Vitamin A!
I can see you and me floating in the air
It's allright day or night life without a care
Think I got a hit do you want a hit? Yeah!
First I used a toke Now I wanna flip! Cool!
Open up your mind and look at what you find
Feeling free
Don't anticipate hurry up and wait Now!
In a little while you'll be feeling great! Wow!
There's so much to do there's so much to see!
Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!
Rainbow cotton candy cloud thinking thoughts and speaking loud
Point to me the right direction pass the mirrors and reflection
See yourself as broken glass smash the vision of your pas
Running forward - can't turn back
Trains of thought are now on track now my mind's of purple haze
Screaming out in silent rage hearing things for miles around
Listen closely can you hear?
Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound? Can you hear the sound?
I think I got a hit! Do you want a hit? Yeah!
All you really need is a little bit why?
Open up your mind look at what you find
Touch the sky
Think it's almost time do you see the sign? Yeah!
Tasted like a grape but it was a lime! Yum!
Looking at the rain on a sunny day
Vitamin A! Vitamin A! Vitamin A!
song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Youth Criminal Justice Act
YOUTH CRIMINAL JUSTICE ACT July 28th 2011
By
James Bredin
The names of young criminals can't be published so we don't know,
In any ordinary neighborhood this could be quite a blow,
But politicians thought the Youth Criminal Justice Act was great,
Lots of politically correct ideas and not much public debate.
A symptom of the influence of our aristocrats at the time,
Add that to the already soft court system, easy on crime,
Then appointed Santa Clause Supreme Court that banned euthanasia,
Indeed Canadians seem to suffer judicial amnesia.
Pompous politically correct activists with statistics,
Ordinary people without referendums are skeptics,
Legal aid lawyers and social workers get a great workout,
Don't seem to have much trouble getting criminals bailed out
July 28th,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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Democracies Can Change Oct 27th,2012
DEMOCRACIES CAN CHANGE OCT 27TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
If Pauline Marois can get death-with-dignity for Quebec,
It will then be provincial health and we wont be up to our neck,
Because, if she can do it, we can do it, despite Ottawa crowd,
While they scream that death-with-dignity is just not allowed.
How many times can we read their assisted-suicide stuff?
Both sides claiming that they are right and they've had enough,
From politicians and priests and judges who claim that they care,
And others who would go to Switzerland if they had the fare.
Our inability to change is a sign that something is wrong,
Like Sue Rodriguez, dying in pain and forced to go along,
If Canada is a true democracy; then why can't we change?
If we can find a good political leader and why is this so strange?
OCT 27TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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POLYGAMY June 27th,2011
Polygamy is banned by Canada’s Criminal Code law,
But nowadays it’s being questioned as if this is a legal flaw,
Our Supreme Court may change the rules because nobody else can,
Politicians in parliament are busy with the usual game plan.
I think polygamy should be allowed with certain conditions,
Laid down, not by Santa Clause judges but by politicians,
So that we as a country are governed by those we elect,
Not by politically correct judges that someone selects.
One wife should be assigned as the baby sitter for the others,
To be organized among themselves and the many mothers,
While they go to work like the working husband of the lot,
No welfare allowed but this may indeed be a subject too hot.
June 27th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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25 Miles
Twenty-five miles from home, girl
My feet are hurtin mighty bad
Now Ive been walkin for three days
And two lonely nights
You know that Im mighty bad
But I got a girl waitin for me
Thats gonna make this trip worthwhile
You see, shes got the kind
Of lovin and kissin
Make a boy go stone wild
I got to keep on walkin
Oh I got to walk on
Let me tell you, yall
Im so tired
But I just cant lose my stride
I got fifteen miles to go now
And I can hear my baby callin my name
Its as if, as though
Im standin at her front door
And I can hear that doggone thing
Now Ill be so glad to see my baby
And hold her in my arms one more time
And when I kiss her lips
I turn backward flip
And I forget about these feet of mine
I got to keep on walkin
Oh I got to walk on
Let me tell you, yall
Im so tired
But I just cant lose my stride
Yeah I got to walk on
Let me tell you, yall
Hope my feet dont fail me now
I got five more miles to go
I got nine, eight, seven
Six, oh six
I got five more miles to go now
Over the hills just around the bend
Although my feet are tired
I cant lose my stride
I got to get my baby back again
I got to keep on walkin
I got to walk on
Let me tell yall
Im so tired now
But I just cant lose my stride
Oh, I got to walk on
Let me tell you now
Im so tired
But I just cant lose my stride
I got to walk on
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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I'm On Your Time
oww
I'm on your time
yea you do that blue spot too
i do those that i fought
no one can push my buttons like you do
while we are gone to get hope to hold you
i'm on your time
yea i'm on your time
yea you really give me quite a new
i say i wish that you could just get over yourself
yea yea
you say we're in this fully abuse
i'm a reckless mile behind you
baby you know i guess about me sometime
while we are gone to get hope to hold you
i'm on your time
yea we will never forget
we will never forget
we will never forget
we will never forget
what we do to each other
we will never forget
we will never forget
yea we will never forget
no we will never forget
oh i'm on your time
you said we can't go on this way
i say that i wish you could fix this broken thing in me
cause there'll be a happy happy eveday
i'm a reckless miles behind you
baby you know i feel so all bunched up inside
while we are gone can't hope to hold you
i'm on your time
yea yea yea
i'm on your time
wow wow wow
i'm on your time
no
we will never forget
we will never forget
we will never forget
we will never forget
what we do to each other
we will never forget
we will never forget
song performed by by Everclear
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a Place for Me
is there a place for me
in this shrunken world I see
may it be the last
may it be the best
I can swear my words
far, far
I've brought my feet for thousand miles
long, long
I search something even I can't understand
is there someone else
I can care like I love myself
may it never end
though could be it wrong
I would share my soul
far, far
I've brought my feet another thousand miles
long, long
I keep searching something I can't understand
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Can See For Miles
I know youve deceived me, now heres a surprise
I know that you have cause theres magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
If you think that I dont know about the little tricks youve played
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
Well, heres a poke at you
Youre gonna choke on it too
Youre gonna lose that smile
Beacuse all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now youve got the nerve to say
That you still want me
Well, thats as may be
But you gotta stand trial
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
I know youve deceived me, now heres a surprise
I know that you have cause theres magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
The eiffel tower and the taj mahal are mine to see on clear days
You thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right through the haze
Well, heres a poke at you
Youre gonna choke on it too
Youre gonna lose that smile
Beacuse all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
And miles and miles and miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
song performed by by Who
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WHAT CAN CANADIANS DO? MAR 18th,2011
Canadians don’t complain about having to measure in meters,
Or about having to buy their expensive gasoline in liters,
And we can’t ever go back in time to measure again in miles,
And we can’t have binding referendums as politicians smile.
I feel I should apologize for having the wrong attitude,
And our lack of political control in this latitude,
We need binding referendums and death with dignity soon,
Why is that so difficult for a political goon?
Our first-past-the-post politicians want to do things their way,
No proportional representation allowed any day,
Ottawa stays without proportional representation,
Looking down from their comfortable high elevation.
Mar 18th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Propositions, Referendums and Canadians
The US has referendums and propositions which we don’t,
Ottawa politicians have been asked to allow them but they wont,
Reason enough why less than half Canadians bother to vote,
And why establishment Ottawa politicians can gloat.
Canadians have long been brainwashed and trained not to think,
And have been told that certain political subjects might stink,
Human rights and multiculturalism is the way to go,
Politically correct so all Canadians should know.
Canadians are not allowed to go and arrange to die,
No euthanasia or death with dignity and we don’t know why,
Blacklisted from being in the UN Security Council crowd,
By weird UN bought members who all feel so pompously proud.
New York has been too lenient with the pompous UN crowd,
Many of them terrorist dictatorships screaming out loud,
Where they can get their communist or strange propaganda heard,
And any normal UN stuff can be postponed and deferred.
Nov 24th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Forget not yet: The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent
FORGET not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent,
Forget not yet!
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet!
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,
Forget not yet!
Forget not! O, forget not this!--
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never meant amiss--
Forget not yet!
Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved:
Forget not this!
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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