Hurricane Sandy Nov 5th,2012
HURRICANE SANDY Nov 5th,2012
By
James Bredin
The northeast coast just got hit by hurricane Sandy at night,
And New York City just got one hell of an awful fright,
Houses, subways and taxis flooded and in distress,
Hospitals vacated without power and all on TV and in the press.
Many houses burned to the ground in New Jersey and power gone,
Many relatives drowned and we can't tell what's going on,
An extremely sad affair with the subway closed down,
And gas stations out of gas and can't get up or downtown.
And all this in the middle of a presidential election,
In an area that truly needs lots of protection,
I think we need to build some dykes in case it happens again,
And the subway has to have a proper working drain.
Nov 5th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Powerful Hurricane Sandy
Sandy gathered strength
from rivers and seas
flooding homes, fields,
markets and subways.
Sandy made a pact
with the strongest winds
knocking down trees,
buildings and other
man-made creations.
Sandy declared her power
over technological inventions
sending houses and streets
into days and nights
of darkness and cold.
Powerful Sandy
has just declared
her invincible power
over powerful humans!
_________________
October 30,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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A Plea to Hurricane Sandy
Why should you visit today
when people in USA are
lighting their pumpkins
for the coming Halloween
and for the election of a president?
Why should a hurricane
of your kind pass along
the byways and pathways,
rivers, ports of lakes and seas
leaving again unspeakable
trace of your anger and fury?
Oh, hurricane, hurricane Sandy,
will you please just postpone
your visit, at least, for today?
_______
October 28,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Hurricane sandy
Hurricane sandy
make people realized
They are nothing
Hurricane sandy is
No ordinary storm
It is super storm
With extraordinary
Width and velocity
Hurricane sandy
Make people realized
They are nothing.
Everybody is in danger here
Nobody is free from fear.
One world one life one air
Live and let live in this earth.
One light one water my dear brother
Nothing is yours
Nothing to bother.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hurricane Sandy: The Nightmare of the Century
Everybody has a fascinating story to tell,
About Sandy, the queen of Halloween.
Believe me, mine is synonymous with hell:
The angry monsters that cannot be seen,
The grumpy sounds of the wavy seas,
The strange harrowing of the wind,
The spasmodic spread out of the sand,
The agonizing sighs of the battered trees,
The heavy landings of the falling lumbers,
The twisting of the utility poles with the wires and the conductors,
The incessant poundings on the roof,
The deafening swears of the thunders,
The flood, the deluge, the blackouts, the haunted booth,
The evacuations, the rescues, the bravery of the first responders,
The tears, the cries, the somber faces of the youngsters,
The untimely deaths, the accidental drowning, the sad funerals,
The lost of many sweet homes, the eerie silence of the malls,
The unwavering help of the lawmakers, the unwanted pool in the basement,
The resiliency of the people, and the full dedication of our President.
We are all in this together; we are all under the weather.
Thank God that we are alive, we can build and rebuild.
The tunnels and the subway tracks are swallowed up by the river.
The cars cannot run and the boats are piled up, one on top of each other.
The jet planes, the helicopters and Big Bird are hiding in the hangar.
Hurricane Sandy means business, she wants to destroy, and devour.
She is not afraid to challenge, defy and show her unbelievable power.
We are all in this together; we are all under the weather.
Thank God that we are alive, we can build and rebuild.
We have unceremoniously experienced the worst;
Presently, let's gleefully hope for the best.
Better days and calmer nights are ahead; tomorrow is near.
Spring is not too distant; let's bury our tears under the giant pier.
Show me the sparkles of the stars, bring me the sunshine,
Show me the clair de lune, and let us send Hurricane Sandy off-line.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Hurricane Roars and New York Naps
Some still absent power; all absent subways and buses; others
absent theatrical Broadway; still others absent restaurants of
many…but
Hurricane past, not without experiencing its majesty,
terror, and the sublimity of a great storm.
Dark clouds roamed the sky shadowing it and the sun.
Man ran to greet the storm, after meeting, in terror he runs.
The winds round buildings moaning and howling like a pack of wolves.
Yet my shivering legs and feet tap and beat to the sounds:
The furious winds ripping down signs, clashing lamppost; and splintering
objects and tossing to the street; and pulling cranes from their posts and
throwing to the ground.
Even rain and winds chased folk from their homes; stripped trees to the bare bone.
Young sprightly trees swayed before humbly bowing, yet the shore was fully exposed
to the East river's surge and the Atlantic Ocean's waves reminding me of the climate changes and its beauty and power!
Bye, bye, bye Sandy: New York just awakens from her nap!
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
October 30,2012
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The Un In New York Oct 2nd 2012
THE UN IN NEW YORK OCT 2ND 2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
The unstable near-east conditions of revolutions,
And building nuclear bombs where the UN has no solutions,
Where diplomatic relations are out of control to no avail,
Have we all gone mad and will this terrible attitude prevail?
Where one civil war can cause thousands to be bombed or shot dead,
And the impotent Security Council has veto-voting heads,
Pretending to be concerned about global human rights,
But not where there's civil war and revolutionary fights.
Though they talk constantly about reform but nothing is done,
Then bow to political correctness but they're having fun,
In a big glass fancy building in downtown New York,
Not that far away from the peaceful and beautiful Central Park.
OCT 2ND,2012
poem by James Bredin
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The Day After The Hurricane
And they return home
after the quick evacuation
home to their homelessness,
home to the loss of their properties
built up for years and decades
now pounded and crumpled by waves.
And they return home,
home to their parks and businesses
bulldozed by giant monsters in the night.
And they return home
home to their ports and shores
finding houses of their neighbors
uprooted and thrown into deep seas.
And they return home,
home to their childhood and memories
recorded in albums and documents
videos, CDs and files in computers
now drowned by waters
and covered by piles of dirt and mud.
And they return home,
home to their own town or city
which once was lighted with much glee.
And here they now return
to this gloom of darkness
with live wires that may soon
explode into big flames of fires.
Such a tragic home coming
from the fury of the Super Power Sandy!
Have mercy, O Lord, on the victims
of this merciless hurricane.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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US Presidential Race
Hear ye all in the North, the South,
The East and the West, hear ye, hear!
Hear the great event in the annals
of USA, the Giant Power in century!
After the dark Halloween and
the real horror of the Great Hurricane,
the American people will cast their ballots
for a president of their best choice.
Barack Obama and Mitt Romney
dominate attention on the stage and on
the screens; small children get tired
of their mumblings and hope that
their noise will soon end.
Rallies are held in many states
to harvest more electoral votes
Both candidates boast of their
great power and calibre
with their subtle way of
mud slaying each other.
Hear ye, hear ye, the election
of USA for a president!
Between Obama and Romney
Who is the fortunate to win?
Between the Democrats
And the Republicans
Who will hold the victory feast
in the night of November 6?
May the best win for the
Next heavy four years.
__________
Eve of the US presidential election, November 5,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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A Rime Of Sandy
Hurricane sandy;
They say she never comes
quite in handy,
Sweeping many off their feet.
Then you strive, you struggle
You refuse to accept defeat.
But yet sandy comes once again
Like a rain in it's own season,
Washing all your labours away
And you cry, you run to your daddy
Who lives quite far away in Heavenly
Saying, please daddy, my sweet daddy;
How can I get rid of Mrs. Sandy?
She has stolen away all my properties.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Referendums Sept 8th,2012
REFERENDUMS Sept 8th,2012
By
James Bredin
Binding referendums are the flashpoint of future change,
Why are they so difficult to arrange and extremely strange?
Why do our appointees and politicians just smile and walk away?
Why are media moguls so careful in what they write and say?
Binding referendums and death with dignity are banned,
Why are these, never even whispered by the higher command?
It's a graphic demonstration that our democracy is an illusion,
Or is it that our aristocrats are in collusion?
Because change is also forbidden by the higher ups,
They want no interruptions to their lifestyles deluxe,
And binding referendums could give power to the crowds,
This might change things for those who live in the clouds.
Sept 8th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Obama Is Still In Office
Magic night,
Magic moment;
303 against 206!
2012 US Presidential Election,
Between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney;
Two, tow! !
And Obama won the election.
Won own!
Obama is still in the Oval office,
For s second term.
Muse, use!
The Democrat and the Republican;
2012 US Presidential Election,
And Obama won the election.
The President needs another four years! !
To fulfil his dreams;
And like the muse of Obama to the world,
303 against 206.
Magic night,
Magic moment,
Obama is still in the Oval office;
For a second term,
Because, he won the election.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lost & Found
Waiting for the hurricane
To hit new york city
Somebody said its hit the bay
This is the nitty gritty
And all the bag ladies
Better put their acts together
Were near the eye of the storm
This is really heavy weather
We were lost and found, in the nick of time
While the ship was going down
We were lost and found, just in time
With the hurricane crossing the coast line
We were lost and found, just in time
Oh
This thing is bigger than the both of us
Its gonna put us in our place
We were lost and found, just in time
Now weve got no time to waste
Theyre putting up the barricades
Because the hurricane is heading up this way
So wont you come in from the cold and the pouring rain
And the old see dog says shiver me timbers
The skys gone black
And its like the dead of winter
We were lost and found in the pouring rain
When the hurricane swept across the coast line
This thing is bigger than the both of us
Its gonna put us in our place
Were gonna see what really matters
When you see that storm stare us in the face
We were lost and found
And we beat the fear
We came through the storm
Now it all seems clear
We were lost and found, standing here
Looking at the new frontier
Lost and found, just in time
With the hurricane crossing the coast line
Lost and found, just in time
With the hurricane crossing the coast line
song performed by by Kinks
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Seams In Their Stockings July 7th,2012
SEAMS IN THEIR STOCKINGS July 7th,2012
By
James Bredin
In the middle of the Twentieth Century there was a time,
We didn't have much money - sometimes not even a dime,
I still see those old girls at the Town Center now and then,
They don't recognize me with a big gray beard, again and again.
Many of those ladies who wore seams in their stocking are now old,
They nearly drove me mad back then, as they walked to and fro,
But somewhere along the way, I myself turned into an old man,
Was that in Toronto, Halifax, New York or Newfoundland?
But that was long ago before their hair turned white and cut short,
And I was much younger then and more inclined to cavort,
But I still miss those seams and wish they could come back once more,
While this old man could still watch from a distance just like before.
July 12th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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New York Is Shaking
Here I am in my fortress
Nervously glued to my TV
Listening to constant news
About that mean girl Sandy!
Unable to help anyone,
I feel powerless and sad
While I can hear loud and clear
The ferocious wind
Trying to break my windows!
Scared I am, I confess,
Worried about loved ones
And everybody else!
Gusty winds persist
Accompanied by heavy rains
Seem to swallow our city!
Total darkness can occur anytime
Due to power failures everywhere
In downtown Manhattan,
East and West sides
From river to river
Sandy can be felt!
While garbage cans flying
Decorate the isolated streets!
Here I am in my fortress
Afraid to fall asleep
While this mean girl Sand
Is torturing us!
Must remained awake
Praying to the Lord
Hoping tomorrow will be ok!
Now, I must keep the World informed!
©All Rights Reserved-2012
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Sinner... Dec 5th,2012
A SINNER … DEC 5TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Why can't we get death-with-dignity from our politicians?
Are they too busy in their high political positions?
Should we even care as we approach the time of our deaths?
And the times when we eventually take our last breathe?
Have the churches pronounced DWD to be a mortal sin?
How can we counteract this so that we can win-win?
Did poor Sue Rodriguez get a slap in the face before she died?
That Insite drug-addict clinic in Vancouver; who did decide?
Why is all this, such an untouchable political affair?
Do the churches have more rights because they say some prayers?
Is it possible that reading these poems could be a sin?
We need binding referendums but where do we begin?
DEC 5TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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The UN has lost it Oct 3rd,2012
The UN has lost it Oct 3rd,2012
By
James Bredin
If we pulled out of the UN; who would care and who would know?
Most of the time, it appears to be no more than a game show,
Where despot dictators can put on an international display,
And pretend that they are the good guys that we should never betray.
They refused to let us into on their Security Council crowd,
Did this decision make them feel better and much more proud?
I realize all politicians want a UN appointment there,
Another reason to get away from the whole UN affair.
After being banned from their Security Council; how low can we go?
Should we tell them we're leaving or should we just walk away slow?
See if they even care or even know that we have gone,
The many despot dictators continuing with their UN con.
Oct 3rd 2012
poem by James Bredin
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Chicago Fire
On October 8th at 9 pm a fire flared from O’Leary’s farm,
In the city of Chicago, fires from hell raged at 9: 40 am when someone pulled the alarm,
Firefighters were sent out to the left when the fires flared to the right,
One flame caught onto another where screams were heard from fright,
The fires spread to houses and sheds from superheated winds,
Winds so powerful it burned through human skin,
From the West of the Chicago River it burned down the local church,
The house of God lit up in flames that in rapid pace flared and lurched,
Until it swarmed southbound to the branch of the river,
Reality was hell on earth the devastation it delivered,
With firewood packed closely next to wooden buildings the storm never calmed,
From Sunday night through Monday morning hell raged fury in napalm,
The flame got bigger and spread across the land,
While the city burned hundreds fell into the fire that ran,
A catastrophe that will forever scar Chicago land,
Fires that grabbed hundreds of innocent lives from hells hand,
Embers from the fire flooded the city streets,
Burned down buildings, houses, and the grounds beneath,
Hell on Earth the fires burned everything in sight,
The sky burned above fires that lit the night,
Firefighters tried to wash it away but couldn’t,
A natural disaster from hell that could cease but wouldn’t,
For two days the Chicago land was lit in flames,
The Great Chicago fire that destroyed the city and took names,
It was until later Monday night that drizzles from the tears in sky calmed the storm,
The beautiful Chicago city to destruction and ruin was the aftermath of transform,
The causalities claimed about 300 lives,
Where fires caught the 300 in a natural disaster comprised,
Never will Chicago forget the flames the scourged the land,
A false tale of a cow kicking over a lantern from the barn that was a scam,
The lives that ate the superheated winds when they ran,
Never will Chicago forget when hell won over the 300 lives of man.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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What We Could Change Aug 8th,2012
WHAT WE COULD CHANGE Aug 8th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Our politicians will not bring back capital punishment,
They will look at you and this with complete astonishment,
And compulsory voting for all, is out of the question,
And death with dignity could put them into deep depression.
The idea of binding referendums will always be banned,
Recall by constituents of their MP; will not stand,
Supreme Court, Governor General and parole boards elected,
These are questions that should be asked to us affected.
All convicted criminals should serve all their complete time,
And that sentence should be compulsory for each and every crime,
Therefore we should elect our future prime ministers by name,
Because it should be personalities and not a party game.
Victims notified of transfers of assailants to other places,
No more prison bureaucratic stunts right in our faces,
TV cameras in House of Commons show empty seats,
In case MPs are off visiting their relatives in Greece.
Aug 8th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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One Of These Days (feat. Ozomatli)
Fifi, That ain't a name for this mutt.
So how about Champion?
Champion you're anything but.
We could call him Tiger, But there's no bite in him,
Tiger!Kittens would frighten him.
Rover! When you think it over,
Rover is the perfect name for this dumb look-in' dog.
Sandy, Sandy's his name if you please.
If you don't be-lieve meask anyone of the fleas
Residing on Sandy,
True he ain't pedigreed, Sandy, there ain't no better breed.
And he really comes in handy,
'Specially when you're all alone in the night
and you're small andterribly frightened it's
Sandy, Sandy who'll always be there!
song performed by by Santana
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Sandy
Stranded at the drive-in
Branded as a fool
What will they say monday at school
Sandy
Cant you see Im in misery
We made a start
Now were apart
Theres nothing left for me
Love has grown
All alone I sit and wonder why
Why you left me
Oh sandy
O sandy baby
Someday when hi-i-i--igh school is done
Somehow someway our two worlds will be one
In heaven forever and ever we will be
Oh please say youll stay
Oh sandy
(spoken)
Sandy my darling you hurt me real bad
You know its true
But baby you gotta believe when I say
Im helpless without you
Love has grown all alone
I sit and wonder why-y-y oh why you left me
Oh sandy
Sandy, sandy
Why oh sandy
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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