The Un Is Defective
We need a UN international inquiry debate,
Because the UN is likely to cause or expand more hate,
Because dictators and their henchmen want to rule the globe,
And at the UN they can wear an ecclesiastical robe.
There must be an easier way than the UN arrangement,
Turn out the lights, change the rules and cause some rearrangement,
To a new system where hatred and threats are not allowed,
From dictators shouting in their own translated language out loud.
It's as though they make their own UN rules as they move around,
Followed by another group of friends or strange looking clowns,
With no objections because we're so politically correct,
Which is the main reason why the UN has gone into defect.
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''
Rules of Splitting!
Listen now; there are rules to walking with me.
No, I am not about to write some silly simile.
This is the hard solid truth,
Break the rules there is no ruth.
Rule one: something on the ground
That cannot be unbound,
Walk on the same side,
DO NOT DIVIDE!
Rule two: you are allowed ONLY
When the doors are pushed openly
But not when the doors are pulled open.
You should be taking notes go get a pen.
Rule three: when in a group I can maybe
Handle a split, but only if it is even baby!
So when walking do best to be sure of it,
Because there is no reason for you to split!
Well, those are the rules,
Live by them silly fools!
They are just what I need,
So maybe it is I that should lead! !
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All's Fair In Love and War
Who said war is civilized,
What idiot made these rules,
It was probably politicians,
That bunch of sad old fools.
Our enemies wear no uniforms,
We are dressed and on display,
While we advertise who we are,
They just go on their merry way.
We train them in the art of war,
Treat them as our friends,
Then they turn round and murder us,
Their evil then transcends.
They blow us up without a thought,
We're told, oh that's allowed,
But if we dare retaliate,
The enemy cry out loud.
There needs to be an inquiry,
Killing us is so unjust,
If you're allowed to fire back,
You won't see us for dust.
Terrorists are all around us,
They could even be you or me,
It's time our so called leaders,
Were brought out here to see,
Our enemies send in children,
We are not allowed to shoot,
We know they're going to kill us,
But our enemies are so astute.
When we kill our aggressors,
The world is in a fury,
We're then charged with murder,
Then put in front of a jury.
If they murder our brave forces,
It's just another dead,
Then when we defend ourselves,
The world goes off its head.
They can murder us for fun,
Yet no one says a word,
No courts or cries for justice,
It really is quite absurd.
If we could fight the same as them,
These conflicts would never last,
The enemy would cry foul,
Then get the hell out fast.
But we must fight a ‘'civilized war'',
We must ask before we kill,
We must follow Geneva convention rules,
While our enemies do what they will.
We must be given equality,
To fight this brutal foe,
If we can fight the same as them,
Then very soon they'll know.
We are not an easy target,
Now we can fight the same as you,
There are no rules of war now,
We can kill just as you do.
You'll no longer know your enemy,
So you'd better watch your back,
For when you least expect it,
That's when we'll attack.
Then soon you'll hear them crying,
This war's no longer fair,
We don't know who our enemies are,
Because of what they wear.
When they see there are no rules,
No restrictions on how we can fight,
They won't know what hit them,
That's when they'll see the light.
They'll then shout out that's not allowed,
Your tactics we abhor,
But we'll just say we're copying you,
‘' All's Fair In Love And War''.
Can We Solve Canadian Problems?
The new generation is very aware of what’s going on,
It’s all on the Internet - not TV or Parliament Hill lawn,
Our politicians refuse to change our system as it stands,
It should stay as it is, they say and in their capable hands.
Canada is an illusion of where “EVERYONE” has rights,
Except the right to die with dignity or the system bites,
Or if you are an unborn baby and would like to stay alive,
The politically correct have it in hand and you may die.
They discuss every problem in the world except what really counts,
Not death with dignity or assisted suicide on no accounts,
Computers can get rid of dictators over in the Middle East,
But no changes in Ottawa, not in the very least.
Feb 16th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Helplessy Hopeful.
The shells are falling all around.
Destroying lives and property
The city streets a battleground.
Death strikes indiscriminately.
The government determined to
Enforce the rules which they dictate.
It seems they are prepared to do
Anything but negotiate.
Dictators do not want to see.
That times have changed and they must go.
They cling to power desperately.
Try to maintain the status quo.
A task which proves impossible.
Because the vast majority.
Have decided that they will
Fight to reclaim their liberty.
The winds of change have reached gale force.
Which no dictator can defy
Although they're bound to try of course.
To no avail they must comply.
The peoples will is paramount.
No man can rule without consent.
Dictators will have to account
for all their sins that's evident.
The winds of change will sweep away.
Dictatorships and tyranny.
Although there is a price to pay
Peace will return eventually.
But until then the suffering
will continue day by day.
The world condemns but does nothing.
Just watches in a helpless way.
Sunday,08 July 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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New League Of Nations Oct 10th,2012
NEW LEAGUE OF NATIONS OCT 10TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
It seems that dictators are okay if they are way over there,
The majority of these despot dictators are already millionaires,
And some may even be on the Security Council of the UN,
How high can they go in that phony place, these so called wise men?
If they are going to have a war over there, it should be small,
A loud battle on a field beside some old castle wall,
Do some killing and shouting and screaming and then go home,
Declare victory and write another song and another poem.
Then go to the UN and each side make a victory speech,
And claim that the other side should be UN impeached,
Because the UN has gone the way of the old League of Nations,
Like the UN, they couldn't stop wars or constant allegations.
Oct 10th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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“Love and Hate”
Its all there
in the mind,
Two emotions,
“Love and hate”.
Uncrowned Rulers
of all beings
Controller
of all deeds.
Evergreen dictators
Ruling the world
Since ages untold.
Love,
Make the world go round and round
Or simply
Make it tumble down.
For which,
One may cross thousand of miles
or
get buried alive below thousand tiles
Love,
For which
many laid their lives
And others,
Washed away many a tribes.
Its all there in the mind,
Hatred,
Conscious ego,
Unconsciously at work.
Thrives on
All the five senses
We are so proud about.
Hatred,
Its voracious appetite,
Wiped out
Civilizations
And
traded life for death.
Its all there in the mind,
Just two emotions,
“Love and hate”.
Uncrowned Rulers
of all beings
Controller
of all deeds.
Evergreen dictators
Ruling the world
Since ages untold.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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A Rule Of The A.J.C.
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong
By the rules of the A.J.C.
You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,
For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet
If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail
By the rules of the A.J.C.
The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound,
But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found
That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold 'Books' who are keeping a shop,
In the rules of the A.J.C.,
There's a new regulation that says you must stop!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
You must give up your shop with its pipes and cigars
To an unlicensed man who is thanking his stars,
While you go and bet in the threepenny bars,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye small jockeys who ride in a race,
In the rules of the A.J.C.
If owners' instructions are 'Don't get a place',
By the rules of the A.J.C.,
You must ride the horse out, though, of course, if you do
You will get no more mounts, it's starvation to you.
But, bless you, you'll always find plenty to chew
In the rules of the A.J.C.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Security Council
They are responsible for international peace and security,
Unfortunately what they do seems covered in obscurity,
They come up with their own strange ideas not worth to remember,
Then they refused to allow Canada to be a member.
They may set forth principles for a peaceful settlement now,
Or they may not or they’re afraid it might just cause a row,
But they have to bring fighting to an end according to their rules,
It’s fairly blatant now but they think the rest of us are fools.
Their peacekeepers seem to be missing from where it really counts,
No one seems to realize this or take it into account,
The politically correct are pleased with the way things are,
There are no Middle East problems that they can see, so far.
MAR 13TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Color of Money
Money
rules the power
rules the politicians
rules the dictators
money was colorful
when discovered
with exchange of trade
- money was for sharing
- money was for caring
now
money is for terror
money is for horror
money is for killing
money is for ruling
slowly slowly
money is losing all its colors
getting blacker and blacker
getting darker and darker
losing all its shine and glory.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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Dictators long ago found out it is easier to unite people in common hatred than common love.
quote by Dagobert D. Runes
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The Rule of the A.J.C.
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong
By the rules of the A.J.C.
You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,
For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet
If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat --
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail
By the rules of the A.J.C.
The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale --
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound,
But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found
That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold "Books" who are keeping a shop,
In the rules of the A.J.C.,
There's a new regulation that says you must stop!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
You must give up your shop with its pipes and cigars
To an unlicensed man who is thanking his stars,
While you go and bet in the threepenny bars --
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye small jockeys who ride in a race,
In the rules of the A.J.C.
If owners' instructions are "Don't get a place",
By the rules of the A.J.C.,
You must ride the horse out -- though, of course, if you do
You will get no more mounts, it's starvation to you.
But, bless you, you'll always find plenty to chew
In the rules of the A.J.C.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Honourable Members? ?
The politicians all agree they have more rights than you and me
They are convinced that they should be. Divorced from life’s reality
They should be allowed to make claims. to further their own ends and aims
Gain money from the public purse. Which should willingly disburse
however much they choose to claim. Because they referee the game.
The present rules are much to lax they even cheat on paying tax.
They say they play within the rules. They seem to think that we are fools
Though in the past we may have been. It is past time to change the scene.
They must repay ill gotten gains although each one of them complains
They only claimed what they were due. I don’t believe it nor do you
Perhaps some few claimed by mistake. Though most of them were on the take.
They may have started honestly but were corrupted easily.
There’s no excuse for their abuse. Their complaints are of little use.
Their penchant for dishonesty casts doubt on the integrity.
On all M.Ps who just might be untainted by dishonesty.
I am quite sure there are a few who won’t object to the review.
Which seeks to introduce new rules and put in place the correct to tools.
Which will derail the gravy train and let the honest men retain
the respect which they deserve. The ones who truly try to serve.
The thieves are a minority and should be dealt with severely.
If they prove guilty by intent then they deserve imprisonment
Like any other citizen and not allowed to stand again.
Making repayments will not do there must be prosecutions too.
They must be made to pay the price for their greed and avarice.
It was their choice to cheat and lie and I can see no reason why
the rule of law should not apply to all men even handedly.
03/11/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Postmodern Light
If you don't support ‘progress’
You're not politically correct
Though often it is pure foulness
A perfect product of the imperfect.
If you believe in freedom
Yes, you're politically correct
But one's liberty is another's serfdom
Power in the hand of the elect.
If you're not a feminist
You're not politically correct
So do not swing your fist
Even when you are erect.
Your values and tradition
Are politically correct, perhaps,
If your divorces keep going on
Imbued with other family mishaps.
If you're not a ‘postmodern’
You're not politically correct
So just raise high your lantern
And irradiate for stage effect.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Arab Spring
Remember Viet Nam? Remember Iraq and hawk republicans and neo cons going it alone with horrible loss of life and treasure amidst tax breaks to the filthy rich and a crashed economy? No thanks Romney/Ryan - George Bush. Should we hire some dictators? 2001 9/11 took place under a republican administration and they allowed 18 Saudi Arabians to take the world trade center down. They play oil games and could careless about all the hurting people underneath the dictators they supported. The dictators are going and the catharsis is here and I will take President Obama a thousand times over these rightwing blustering cowboy tea party nuts. The only thing Romney knows about foreign policy is where he can hide his outsourcing money to evade taxes.
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Haiku Rule is No Rule
all the haiku rules
are no rule except
the three liner
i would concur
besides that
you can turn things
upside down
create another realm
with your words
so long as they jolt
the heart to things as banal
as a frog jumping
into an old pond
strike the mind
to give it another
good reason
for its existence
how could there be rules
when the world paints itself
in a thousand languages
throws as many idiosyncracies
as would civilisations draw up rules
for each of its endeavours
remember picasso, van gogh,
how they rule the canvas
and our 'rule abiding' selves
with their no-rule colours and strokes
how could there be a rule
when water like my core
could run in all directions
when this mind could jump
from moon to sun
and a far flung planet
in one second
when these eyes ould
see stars, planets, and suns
in this physique alone:
sun, planets, stars
these moles
all over my body
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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Love Rules
Evry day you pass her in the hall
You just pretend that you dont see her at all
You wanna tell her how much you care
You wanna call her but you just dont dare
Love rules, ooo love rules
Out in the parking lot with all the guys
Dont ever let em see the tears in your eyes
Shes got a date tonight and it aint you
So you go out there and you get one too
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love rules
You wish you didnt have so much to feel
Its much too scary and its all too real
All your friends are out havin fun
Sometimes you think that youre the only one
That love rules, ooo love rules
While everybodys out makin time
You cant help thinkin youre the last in line
Shes the finest thing youve ever seen
You wrap your arms around her in your dreams
When she smiles it brings you to your knees
You wanna tell her but you always freeze
Shes in the back seat but youre much too shy
Youd give the world to be an older guy
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love still rules
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, love rules love rules
Love rules
song performed by by Don Henley
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I Dont Love Here Anymore
Words and music by rick nielsen
We had a special way of talkin
Oh, a language all our own
We always knew the latest dances
But we liked old-fashioned love
Now something seems the matter
You dont want to play by the rules
(you dont want to play by the rules)
I dont want to love here anymore
(I dont want to love here anymore)
You dont want to play by the rules
(you dont want to play by the rules)
I dont have a lot of patience
When someones lit my fuse
So dont you try to reason
Me, I dont want no excuse, no!
You dont want to play by the rules
(you dont want to play by the rules)
I dont want to love here anymore
(I dont want to love here anymore)
You dont want to play by the rules
(you dont want to play by the rules)
You (you)
Dont (dont)
Play (play)
By the rules
I (I)
Wont (dont)
Love here anymore
You dont want to play by the rules
(you dont want to play by the rules)
cause I dont want to love here anymore
(I dont want to love here anymore)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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