Excessive Drama
What school of thought
Best describes your current slide,
Into a slow motioned destitution?
A pinch of bittersweetness is not so bad?
Or...
One's sacrifice is nothing more than pride,
To be carried forth with the utmost dignity!
Politicians will have all believe,
Those now crawling on knees...
Have options!
'They could hop on the highways of this great land,
On one leg and blindfolded.
Like so many have chosen to do,
To prove their loyalty! '
Some are heard to say between cocktail sips!
The opposing argument will say...
Those hungry and homeless,
Are experiencing momentary lapses in exaggeration.
Their plight has incited excessive drama.
Especially on the steps of this great nation!
Then someone like Obama comes along and says...
'Look...
All of this sickness has been addicting!
And turned into a blame game.
Millions of dollars have been stuffed into a few pockets.
And my opponents...
With all of the years of their experience,
Want you to know...
Those few pockets are going to change.
And be fondled by different hands.
Theirs!
Snap out of it, fools!
There is no honor to fight in darkness,
Below the gutter! '
~I resent his 'tone'.
And appalled by his directness.
He is too honest.
Too forthright.
And too commanding!
Let's continue to dig.
Perhaps light will be discovered below us! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A fool's game
It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is sleazy
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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If the Administration does nothing, high gasoline prices will continue to increasingly burden our economy, taking millions of dollars out of the hands of families and putting it straight into the pockets of OPEC.
quote by Byron Dorgan
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Charity Begins At Home
A shake of the tin
The money drops in, but is it a sin
Youre standing in rags
Youre selling your flags
But who gets the dough at the end of the day
We saw your drop-dead fancy wheels
Your little house up on the hill
But when your conscience pricks
A little sacrifice sweetens the pill
So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
We take to the stage
The audience rave, were doing our bit
A heavenly cast, a blast from the past
Theres a song to be sung, will it make number one
We wanna see your money roll
But our eyes are on the hall of fame
'cos business is business
And hits are the name of the game
So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while were
Safe in our beds
So dont turn away
No dont turn away
Your doors are locked
You switch on the box to take in a show
You think that youre safe
But here comes that face
And wouldnt you know its that message again
They want to take your plastic cash
Your hand reaches out to the phone
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while were
Safe in our beds
So dont turn away
No dont turn away
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
(repeat 5x)
song performed by by 10 Cc
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I Hear Voices
I feel the pressure
Pushing down on me
Cant face the world
Cant change the things I see
I got my hands in my pockets
Staring at the walls
Can nobody help me
To escape from it all
I hear voices in my head
They taunt me
Cant lock them out
Inside my thoughts
They breathe in me
I got my hands in my pockets
Screaming at the walls
Can nobody help me
To escape from it all
Ive got to run to be free
Break the chains round my heart
Take away the pain and the joy
Release the man from the boy
Run to be free, run from the heart
Life will take you where it goes
You can offer me salvation
Feed me when I call
Dont talk to me of sanity
When Im not quite here at all
Ive touched the sun
I felt its warmth in me
So you will never take away my dignity
Cause Ive got my hands in my pockets
Fighting for my cause
Can nobody help me
To escape from it all
Run to be free
Break the chains round my heart
Life will take you where it goes
Run to be free
Run from the heart
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The day when 'they' killed 'them
It was the bloodiest day
in those long long years;
that day when ‘they’ killed ‘us’
who were the ‘they’ to them.
The next day we buried ours;
fearing as we turned the bodies
to see a known face: friend, relation.
But it was the boy.
His pockets, stuffed with leafy olive twigs;
as he went out to fight for freedom
freedom which did not ask his life.
I did not know that tears
could be so salty on the lips
beyond all bitterness.
*
[taken from a described true incident]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dignity
Fat man lookin in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin at his last meal
Hollow man lookin in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin in a blade of grass
Young man lookin in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on new years eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin high, searchin low
Searchin everywhere I know
Askin the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of mary-lou
She said i dont want nobody see me talkin to you? br> said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I wouldve got deeper, but there wasnt any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasnt any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met prince phillip at the home of the blues
Said hed give me information if his name wasnt used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin cross the sliver sand
Steps goin down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
Im on the rollin river in a jerkin boat
Tryin to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin for the doctors cure
Lookin at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, Im at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what its gonna take
To find dignity
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Injustice In Politics
white collar crime is
immoral an injustice
that many countries
have corrupted allowed
to breed multiply infest
their codes legal systems
bedrock middle working classes
should both teach their children
honour pride dignity of honest
workers is never for sale;
politicians are servants
of the people the nation
their goal in politics
cannot be to amass
wealth for themselves
at the cost of a nations
pride causing poverty
for our fellow citizens;
God said the master
to the slave is equal
politicians today need
to remember history
previous past generations
humane great leaders
who worked
not for themselves
who worked
for the good
of their nation
their people;
who believed in
peace at home
peace in the world
if we continue
to allow disease
white collar crime
to amass millions
billions illegally
for putrid debased
individuals never tried
for heinous greed crimes
upon society perpetrated;
then how can
our nations prosper
when the fat
of the land
is stolen
not shared
people need hope
belief in equal justice
in their nations laws;
people are not
animals they need
a little appreciation
the odd luxury
for themselves
their children
left with nothing
but bare bones
lean nasty blamed
for their own
unemployment
misery poverty;
risks not just
broken lives
but a cold hard
mean day
of accounting
rage vented
a little compassion
goes a long way
justice equality for all
solves many problems
before they crisis arise
time world governments
address the real issues
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Prayer For The Land
In this nation we can not afford, not to lift prayers to The Lord,
When all men lift up holy hands, to The Creator of all the lands.
To lift up prayers and supplication, to The God of our salvation.
As together men seek God’s face, to fill our land with His Grace.
Not only is He Sovereign Creator; as for many He is our Savior,
Who saved us out of the night, and filled us with His Holy Light.
And in Him we can put our trust, for His Spirit will empower us,
Helping to change wrong to right, as we share His saving Light.
But the change needs to start, not in the land, but in the heart,
In the heart of the humble man, who prays to God for our land.
Then with others lift to the Lord, humble prayers shore to shore.
Prayers that reach God’s Throne, about a land many call home.
This nation seen by many to be, a haven of freedom and liberty,
Is now being attacked from within, from a plague of evil and sin.
It’s changed so much from when; it was founded by Godly men.
Now many men face a daily plight, from all the evils of the night,
When the days become like night, filling men’s hearts with fright.
All the wicked evils of the night, have forced many into this plight,
Devastated by man’s dark iniquity; who oppose a God of eternity.
Only The Lord can shed His Light, upon their darkened evil blight,
In these increasing darker days, so these men change their ways.
For Only God can change within, hardened hearts racked by sin.
We need to lift our hands up high, to The One who rules the sky,
To pray that God returns sanity, back to our land from sea to sea.
God could again bless our land, if we only choose to understand,
We must repent and turn to Him, as we turn away from all our sin,
This land we’ve come to know, can and will not continue to grow,
If a moral climate is not restored, through the Mercy of The Lord.
We must return to God’s decrees, or our nation will cease to be,
And like The Roman Empire friend, we too will have a sorry end.
Freedom, Stand Back!
freedom and capitalism
are not the same thing....
neither are justice
and capitalism!
you say it's un-American
to protest against Wall Street,
and the money system.
i say it's un-American
for millions to go jobless,
homeless, and hungry....
while you pad your pockets.
you got rich by the
sweat of our brow....
you need to stand back,
and look at the truth....
before it knocks you down!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Munition Maker
I am the Cannon King, behold!
I perish on a throne of gold.
With forest far and turret high,
Renowned and rajah-rich am I.
My father was, and his before,
With wealth we owe to war on war;
But let no potentate be proud . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
By nature I am mild and kind,
To gentleness and ruth inclined;
And though the pheasants over-run
My woods I will not touch a gun.
Yet while each monster that I forge
Thunders destruction form its gorge.
Death's whisper is, I vow, more loud . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
My time is short, my ships at sea
Already seem like ghosts to me;
My millions mock me I am poor
As any beggar at my door.
My vast dominion I resign,
Six feet of earth to claim is mine,
Brooding with shoulders bitter-bowed . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
Dear God, let me purge my heart,
And be of heaven's hope a part!
Flinging my fortune's foul increase
To fight for pity, love and peace.
Oh that I could with healing fare,
And pledged to poverty and prayer
Cry high above the cringing crowd:
"Ye fools! Be not Mammon cowed . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud."
poem by Robert William Service
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Fools Blindfolded In Duels
Fools blindfolded in duels.
The unfortunate sadness of all of this is,
They have come to champion their own demise.
In a cohesive collectedness...
Based on racist politics,
That has liberals pitted against those conservative.
And no one sabered with this 'arrogance'
Takes into account,
A country splitting into pieces of disaster!
As the severity of their actions surmount.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
A saving of a lost quality of life.
And that is being proclaimed,
By those too ignorant...
To assess their own shame.
Or a self examination,
That leads by steps to an unregrettable,
End.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
And those owning and holding the debt...
Could care less!
Since they...
Unannounced,
And undeclared...
Have long been the winners,
Of these 'foreign' affairs not theirs...
To bare or shoulder in deceit!
And they observe from distances...
Fools blindfolded in duels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Forces Continue To Die
When politicians send us into fight,
We don't ask who's wrong or right,
But the reasons they will not recite,
It's time someone told us why.
We don't enjoy being killed,
But if that's what the Lord has willed,
In us it is well instilled,
We must never tell a lie.
Our powers that be should be the same,
Faceless scum without a name,
To them it's all just a game,
Death does not apply.
The very people who make the rules,
Are just a bunch of inept fools?
To fight a war we don't have the tools,
That does make our forces cry.
Afghanistan, Iraq what next Iran,
To thwart us they'll do all they can,
On fighting for others we need a ban,
For us the end is nigh.
Our politicians need to be made aware,
For our welfare the natives don't care,
The dangers from them we must beware,
Our kindness they just defy.
Israel, Palestine why don't we go in,
Are conflicts chosen with a board and a pin?
Regardless we will never win,
Futile wars we must all decry.
It's for our own they should show concern,
But our plight they refuse to discern,
When will these idiots ever learn?
Our enemies refuse to comply.
Those we train are attacking us,
But we're told not to make a fuss,
Through the rules of war they drive a bus,
Of our dead there's an endless supply.
Our political leaders need to see,
In our quest to set these people free,
We need those we're fighting to agree,
But they continue to defy.
We're fighting what is a losing battle,
You are treating us like herded cattle,
Whilst you lot endlessly prattle,
‘' Our Forces Continue To Die ‘'
Silence Tells Us We Cannot Go On
Silence tells us we cannot go on-
It tells us we must go on-
We do not know where we are-
We are struggling in darkness
We do not know our way
We go on blinded by the light too great for us-
We are lost in our own ignorance and sorrow
We are supposed to not be fools
But we are -
The lingering world sings songs of sadness endlessly
We continue-
We force ourselves against whatever it is we must meet
All the Darkness surrounding us cannot defeat us-
We move on through whatever it is we must face and defeat
Sorrow is with us and on all sides great pain
But we continue-
We are the minor creatures of this earth and universe
But no one we know can think like us -
We go on now
We will go on as long as we can
Silence and Darkness and Destiny and Fear will not defeat us-
We are the Light and we are the music and we will be what will be alright in the end
Even though we have barely yet begun-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Crawling Back To You
Everybody knows
that I was such a fool
to ever let go of you
But baby I was wrong
And yeah I know I said
We'd be better off alone
It was time that we moved on
I know I broke your heart
I didn't mean to break your heart
But baby, here I am
Banging on your front door
My pride's spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised
And I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
I know you're in there
And you can make me wait
But I'm not going away
It's the least that I can do
Is to tell you face to face
I was lying to myself
Now I'm dying in this hell
Girl, I know you're mad
I can't blame you for being mad
But baby, here I am
Banging on your front door
My pride's spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised
And now I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
If you could see
these tears I'm crying
Touch these hands
that can't stop shaking
Heal my heart
that's heavily bleeding
You would see a different man
But baby, here I am
Banging on your front door
My pride's spilled on the floor
My hands and knees are bruised
And I'm crawling back to you
Begging for a second chance
Are you gonna let me in?
I was running from the truth
And now I'm crawling back to you
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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I Have a Scheme
“Too long, this land has walked in darkness
Her steps dogged by doubt and despair.”
“Today I come with my solution:
Say the Pledge and say a prayer.”
A great turnout, three hundred Thousand
Overflowed the grassy Mall
Up on Lincoln’s Memorial Steps
Glen and Sarah were enthralled.
There, where Martin had made History,
They evoked a brighter day.
An America with pride and courage-
Where, before tests, school kids could pray.
Restore the country, restore our honor
Turn the country back to God
Sarah Palin invoked King
(which seemed at least a trifle odd.)
Something beyond imagination
Taking place before our eyes:
People showing love of country,
Not spreading hate, nor spewing lies.
Forty Seven years before
Martin Luther King had stood
Upon these steps and told a dream
which, in time, all understood.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The New American Way # 2
in the long run
we're gonna end up
spending between 3.2
and 4 trillion dollars
in our wars in Iraq,
Afghanistan, and Pakistan.
not to mention the 100 million
a day we were spending in Libya.
the elite ghouls of the War machine
pad their pockets ... while our soldiers
fight and die.
we've maxed out the debt ceiling,
they're gonna cut social security,
medicare, and other programs
for the poor, the sick, and the
elderly.
we have children going hungry,
families homeless no way
to get medical care.
no jobs schools laying off
teachers.
we're out of time!
we have to take back the reins
from the elite now...
or we become their garbage...
no more wars!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Christmas Trees
old homeless man...
watching then sell
Christmas trees from
a gravel lot...
thirty dollars, half memories,
faces or shadows,
long gone!
shuffles his feet,
his hands in his pockets,
fumbling his change...
old man, move on!
maybe come back tonite,
swipe a tree in the dark,
drag it on down to the tracks....
a bare Christmas tree,
and a lonesome old fire....
shadows and faces,
waiting quietly on death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pride Comes Before A Fall
The great one does not last a champion in his prime
He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall.
And even what a difference five or six years can make
To keep on keeping on for him a big mistake
He should have called it quits a couple of years ago
For the money he kept going though the years had left him slow.
Once feted and admired but that was in the past
And he too had his day and nothing ever last
He went down rather tame to one that he once would beat
And for one proud as he there is no pride in defeat.
The beaten one this time he has called it a day
Though perhaps six years ago he should have given his game away
But his pride kept him going wisdom never was his friend
And his glory day for him one might say at an end.
poem by Francis Duggan
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You May Never Die But That's A Lie Oct 30th,2012
Your big forthcoming problem will really be your death,
I know; I know, you haven't thought much about that yet,
And the preacher said you will go to heaven; if you are good,
But don't show your disaffection with politicians as you should.
Therefore maybe you don't need death with dignity any time soon,
Because you're a good guy - not some homeless criminal goon,
Not like poor Sue Rodriguez who was indeed very very sick,
There's no need to think about this - it might be some gimmick.
Do you think you might eventually get sick before you die?
Could it be a nice pleasant sickness before you say goodbye?
In Oregon they can have death with dignity before they go,
But not in Canada they say and this; you better get to know.
poem by James Bredin
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What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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