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
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Learn Chinese July 11th,2012
LEARN CHINESE July 11th,2012
By
James Bredin
If it was Gaelic they were speaking I might catch a word or two,
But Toronto has turned Chinese and I don't have a clue,
So I think I should learn Mandarin and then we can get along,
I don't know; but is that the language they speak in Hong Kong?
I just looked it up on the Internet and found out to my surprise,
They have more than a hundred languages so I can't improvise,
Has an English-speaking Canadian ever learned Chinese?
Which is easier to learn - Mandarin or Cantonese?
Years ago, I thought of becoming bilingual and learning French,
But Canada is has gone multicultural down a communication trench,
And now I have to find out where they teach easy Chinese,
And maybe eventually, I can pretend I'm Cantonese.
July 11th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Honesty
Let's be brutal
Its stares you in the face
But no one seams to care
We say it
As often as we can
But no one seams to care
We open up
To say what we mean
But no one seams to care
So what's the point?
Of speaking up
If no one seams to care
But if you really mean it
And it comes straight from the heart
Then never give it up
Because at least you know you care
poem by Kaila George
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When Will I Die?
When Will You and I Die? July 9th,2012
By
James Bredin
I am concerned about the schedule of my upcoming death,
What day, what week, what month, what year, will I take my last breath?
And poor Sue Rodriguez; how she was treated before she died,
Our government did nothing as if they couldn't decide.
It's was a graphic demonstration of our attitude to death,
As if death can be avoided and all we have to do is forget,
Therefore something is wrong that our leadership should put right,
Or maybe someone in Ottawa should just turn on the light.
Eventually you and I will be part of our history,
But how we get there from here, is still a bit of a mystery,
We are going to die, and maybe in great screaming pain,
But with euthanasia, we could avoid the pain and don't complain.
July 9th,2012
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Legal Soft Spot July 26th 2012
LEGAL SOFT SPOT JULY 26TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
We have a drug-addict injection site in Vancouver now,
And the federal government couldn't close it or disallow,
Our Supreme Court wouldn't let them and the drug-addicts won,
No questions asked, no appeals and everything was done.
Free drug injection sites paid for by the poor taxpayers now,
And no Canadians got worked up or kicked up a row,
We deserve what we will get for being so submissive,
From our appointed Supreme Court which is too permissive.
The drug addicts also want injection sites in Toronto too,
In a area of the city where people don't much go through,
Add that to the gang-bang problems where people get shot,
Drug-addicts and gang-bangers in our legal soft spot.
JULY 26TH,2012
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Mandatory long sentences July 29th,2012
MANDATORY LONG SENTENCES July 29th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
We should have a mandatory sentence for every conviction,
Because some of the sentences are so soft they seem like fiction,
As though the judge was a social worker trying to do good,
Instead of jail the convicted can stay home even though he's a hood.
It's like a get-out-of-jail card in order to commit more crime,
And the politically correct understand this all the time,
Our soft courts bending over backwards to give criminals a break,
But criminals and legal-aid lawyers now expect this angel cake.
And nowadays we have the gangs killing folk here and there,
But they too are aware of the soft system so why should they care?
They know that even if and when they are eventually caught,
The soft do-good judge is likely to be kind and let them walk.
July 29th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Application To Die July 21st,2012
APPLICATION TO DIE July 21st,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Dying with dignity is about living life on our own terms,
When and if we get our euthanasia this will be confirmed,
We should not need to go to court to get permission to die,
To have some high court judge refuse while looking you in the eye.
Persons with painful diseases should have automatic permission,
For euthanasia after consultation with their physician,
This should be a constitutional right and no need to implore,
And told by some appointed judge to get to hell out the door.
Our do-nothing politicians are always waiting for advice,
From their party leadership which is always very precise,
They cannot make an independent decision because they've been told,
No death with dignity or referendums and don't be so bold.
July 21st,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Refried Dreams
(jim foster/mark peterson)
(track 7 - time 2:46)
Last monday mornin you left with no warnin
I started goin insane
Well I headed south out of del rio, texas
With a hell of a load on my brain I kept on goin without even knowin
How much your love really means now Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
Im down here in mexico sick as a dog
My head is poundin in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams
Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
This picture aint pretty Im ragged and dirty
And wonderin what Im doin here
Shootin tequila wantin to kill ya
And wishin to God you were near
So full of your memory but feelin so empty
Ive run out of my self-esteem
Now Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
Im down here in mexico sick as a dog
My head is poundin in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams
Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
Im down here in mexico sick as a dog
My head is poundin in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams
Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
Oh Im messed up in mexico
Livin on refried dreams
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Examine Yourself
Examine yourself,
Overcome your odds,
Learn for the better,
And, by loving one another;
For, we need to change everyday towards righteousness.
12th July 2012 with car number, 'E 8068 FPD';
16th July 2012 with car number, 'E 2340 DJJ';
And like the muse of the Underground Park House! !
With, number 1060 behind your car.
Examine yourself!
For, in the same land was the biggest underground cave of the world! ! However, you need righteousness to overcome your odds.
Put it back where it belongs to,
And, learn to do the right thing always;
For, changing yourself positively needs the laid down laws to back you up.
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Rob Ford 2... Nov 29th,2012
ROB FORD 2... Nov 29th,2012
by
James Bredin
If we don't get Rob Ford back as mayor; we're ruined for sure,
God only knows what the other idiots will do to make us poor,
They might like insite clinics or those doing drugs and crack,
Therefore we need Rob Ford in office to keep Toronto on track.
We like Rob Ford because he's our kinda good guy,
The left-wingers didn't like him and forced him to say goodbye,
Used the courts and a judge to force him out the door,
As if Rob Ford was some sort of criminal bore.
The media has been filled with Rob Ford stuff for several weeks,
Telling Rob Ford stories and his various techniques,
Which goes to show that some can be a very vindictive bunch,
If they get the keys to Rob Ford's office, we will feel the crunch.
Nov 29th,2012
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Party Bound Politicians July 4th,2012
PARTY BOUND POLITICIANS July 4th,2012
By
James Bredin
Our Canadian politicians are reluctant to change,
If they do they will be immediately told that this is strange,
They are party politicians and not allowed an independent thought,
They have to follow the party line and not be distraught.
Canada should have a system where they have some independence,
And not march in step, completely party bound in their dependence,
We should have proportional representation for those who should vote,
And compulsory votes or added tax so all constituents take note.
Party politics is in many ways like a religious belief,
Those who change are treated as sacrilegious with great grief,
Those who want death with dignity are looked at as pagans or worse,
Supreme Court decisions here will not allow for anything diverse.
July 4th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Vision
Someone I know
Had a vision it seams
I was still here at work
Even married it seams
Now it makes me wonder
What does it all mean?
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Twentieth Century
Oh, the Twentieth Century wasn't all that bad
It was a time like no one else has ever had
We learned to drive, we learned to fly
We sent a man into the sky
When he walked on the moon, we were so glad
Yeah, the Twentieth Century wasn't all that bad
Yeah, the Twentieth Century was quite a ride
We had to learn to see the other side
We had demonstrations and liberations
Great depressions and good vibrations
And doors that once were closed were opened wide
Oh, the Twentieth Century was quite a ride
We had movin' pictures and radio
And Broadway, country, rock and roll
In 1900, who'd a bet we'd all be surfing on the internet
Yeah, the Twentieth Century was a heck of a show
We all had our fifteen minutes, don't you know
Assembly lines, celebrities,
the spotlight shined on you and me
And everybody got a standin' O
Yeah, the Twentieth Century was a heck of a show
From blocks of ice to air condition
Telegraph to television
In 1900, who'd a known we all wind up
with pocket phones
The Twentieth Century wasn't all that long
Just a hundred years has come and gone
We can't go back even if we try
So I'll just smile and wave goodbye
To see it leavin' makes me kinda sad
It was a time like no one else has ever had
Oh, the Twentieth Century wasn't all that bad
The Twentieth Century
Bye-bye
The Twentieth Century
Goodbye
song performed by by Alabama
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Forbidden Death with Dignity July 28th,2012
FORBIDDEN DEATH WITH DIGNITY July 28th 2012
By
James Bredin
Death with dignity should not be too difficult to impose,
No need for a referendum and just see how it goes,
And those who oppose it will just have to shut up and learn,
Like now; those of us who want it have to shut up and yearn.
Because our politicians will not arrange this anytime soon,
From binding referendums and mandatory voting, we're immune,
All party politicians have been told by their party bosses,
You can't like these things or it might be your political losses.
That's why nothing is done for voting or death in this regard,
A party politician could loose his job and his party card,
Sue Rodriguez could not get death with dignity when she tried,
She was refused, with painful Lou Gehrig's disease and then she died.
But this is real and this is now and we are still alive and here,
And without referendums or political input; should we fear?
Media moguls tell us that there is no need to complain,
This is the way things are and this is how they will remain.
July 28th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Once Upon A Time Feb 4th 2011
I came from an era where typewriters were few and far between,
Where ball point pens were modern but even then, seldom seen,
Is it possible to stop the clock and maybe turn it back?
Things seemed better then when no one even heard of a heart attack.
Those country singers that were part of my young life, long ago,
Like Johnny Cash and his wife at the Opry singing Troubadour,
Somehow or other they’re not front and center any more,
What has time done to country music that I wish I could restore?
Sometimes I can hear them on TV, someone selling their CDs,
If I could turn back the clock instead of being inclined to agree,
Back to long before the UN got sidetracked in New York,
Almost all the way back to the time that I left County Cork.
Feb 4th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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No Parole Boards Please July 18th,2012
NO PAROLE BOARDS PLEASE July 18th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
The Parole Boards claim that our prisons are overcrowded,
They use this in their release decisions that are shrouded,
So vicious murderers and rapists can walk the streets once more,
And strut their stuff and show off to their victims how they have scored.
And the politically correct Parole Board folk think that this is great,
Though not very democratic and never up for debate,
And our isolated party politicians stay far away,
Doing absolutely nothing for us except maybe, betray.
We have to be mentally ill to let this system go on and on,
As they're allowed to do more crimes, conclusion foregone,
The list of subsequent crimes goes on and on and on,
Read them on the Internet if you are healthy and feel strong.
Could we build much bigger prisons to keep these criminals in?
Of course this might be considered a politically correct sin,
Then overcrowding could not be used as a parole-board excuse,
And much less released-prisoner crimes nightly in the news
Wednesday, July 18th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Man Of Steel
Woman (Spoken):
Touch me
I'm so afraid to draw you close
Hold me
Before my hands fall away
I'll suffocate
If I can't breathe you in
And hold you there
Forever
Meatloaf:
I left a message at the hotel
They said you checked out
They said you ain't coming back
I tried to call you
But you turned off your cell
And it said at the tone
Just leave me alone
And I fall apart at the seams
It seems that I always, always fall apart
But as strong as I am
Why can't I break you heart?
I remember how it used to be
Making love to you all night long
I used to take you in my arms
And hold you there until all my strength was gone
I used to be a man of steel
I used to be a man of steel
I built this prison that I thought was a home
And we both lived here
Guess you were living alone
I'd tear it down if you would only have asked
And I would build you a bridge
So you could come back
And I fall apart at the seams
It seems that I always, always fall apart
But as strong as I am
Why can't I break you heart?
I remember how it used to be
Making love to you all night long
I used to take you in my arms
And hold you there until all you fears were gone
I used to be a man of steel
I used to be a man of steel
I used to be a man of steel
I used to be a man of steel
I used to take you in my arms
Girl:
Hey, now tell me why can't you just
Break my heart?
Meatloaf:
I used to be a man of steel
And I used to take you in my arms
Girl:
I love you right from the start
Now you can't tear my world apart
Meatloaf:
I used to be a man of steel
Now every bit of faith is gone
Girl:
You used to be so strong
Now you can't even break my heart
Meatloaf:
I used to be a man of steel
I used to take you in my arms
What's it going to take for us to break down?
And finally fall
Girl: Fall
Meatloaf & Girl:
Apart at the seams
It seems that I always fall apart
Girl: As strong as you are
Meatloaf: As strong as I am...
Girl: Why can't you break my...
Meatloaf & Girl: Heart
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Accident
Friday the 13th of July 2012 in Porto Cristo! !
The accident;
To hit you at the back!
And, the Police came around.
Friday the 13th of July 2012 in Porto cristo! !
And, the Number Plate of the Police Van was, 'E 5590 HDC';
But, you wer driving very slowly towards a zebra crossing when,
A car driven by a lady hit you at the back!
And, so it was in the land of Palm Trees.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stupid Questions... Nov 17th,2012
STUPID QUESTIONS… NOV 17TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
How many babies were killed at the abortion clinics today?
Not a nice question, I know; so please go and stay away,
How many drug-addict injection sites will they allow?
Have we all gone completely nuts, here and now and how?
Will they ever allow assisted suicide or should I ask?
Is this a mortal sin and therefore maybe I should wear a mask,
If we could get binding referendums; would we change?
How do we arrange that or how do we rearrange?
Whether we like it or not; we will all eventually die,
So dying with dignity could, in some sick cases, apply,
Are our politicians so dumb that they don't know this?
Or have they turned into do-nothing Liberals and remiss?
NOV 17TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Winter Kills
green in your love on bright days
You grew sunblind you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You drove on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weak seams
Pain in your eyes makes me cruel
Makes me spiteful tears are delightful welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I tear at you searching for weak seams
How winter kills
song performed by by Yaz
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Winter Kills
green in your love on bright days
You grew sunblind you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You drove on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weak seams
Pain in your eyes makes me cruel
Makes me spiteful tears are delightful welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I tear at you searching for weak seams
How winter kills
song performed by by Yaz
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