Bait & Switch
His campaign platform promised change
“All will share in the American dream”
The stench of 911 still hung down-range
A Nation still reeling from Bush regime
‘Twas clear something wasn’t right
Promises began tumbling one-by-one
The true agenda soon came to light
From another bobble-head chameleon
A troubled people he did bewitch
Victims of the old “Bait n’ switch”
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Promises...promises
He strode toward the podium
Confident n' broadly smiling;
As before...he spoke of change
For good folks like you n' me
Hollow words, distant n' strange
Sugared lies 'twas plain to see
He promised reform n' justice
Promised jobs n' lower taxes
Promised to hold banks accountable
Whilst Neo-Cons honed battle axes
He promised to work with red n' blues
Promised to repair bridges, highways n' streets
Promised to unite Muslims, Christians n' Jews
Promised to keep Zion nursing on U.S.A. teats
Promises...promises so carefully selected
False promises, that he may be re-elected
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Sleeping With The Enemy
Bush kissed Saudi Prince on both cheeks
Promised enriched uranium to his friend
While the horrid stench of 911 still reeks
Where 19 Saudi Terrorists met their end
(Just another Bush tactic of enabling and sleeping with the enemy)
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I have a dream
'I have a dream! '
The man on the platform began...
'I have, a dream.'
The people all around cheering, clapping.
The signs were raised in the sky.
The man spoke strong and true,
His voice singing with hope, equality, and power.
His name is King, Marting Luther King, Jr.
His dream is to have white and black people equal.
To have friendship between them, to have no vision of color.
'I solemly swear! '
The man on the platform begain...
'I do so solemly swear.'
The people all around cheering, clapping.
The signs were raised in the sky.
The man spoke strong, and determined,
His voice filled with change, with strength.
His name is Obama, Barack Obama.
He is the begining of the future, and the present.
He is the begining of that 'dream' coming true.
by: Bethany M.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Pioneers
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
There were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learned to ride;
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush – the brave old pioneers.
‘Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought;
‘Twas they that heard the master-word that called them further out;
‘Twas they that followed up the trail the mountain cattle made
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid.
But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west,
And spied the far off promised land from off the ranges’ crest.
Oh! Ye, that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain,
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again,
The men who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years –
The founders of our nation’s life, the brave old pioneers.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Yes we Can
The people massed at Lincoln Park
upon election Eve.
It was a night not to forget
Dice cast with no reprieve.
Torches shed an eerie light
upon the platform there.
The People's hero climbed the steps
the answer to their prayer.
Like Reagan in a different age-
That dark horse of the Right-
The President-Elect spoke to his base-
He played Left field all night.
His campaign based on “Hope” and “Change”
Had left the Right confused
Armed with twin majorities,
It was bound to be bad news.
A high school Student council race
Could hinge on Hope and fears
Barrack’s had borrowed his campaign
From Cliff, the guy on “Cheers”
Somewhere above, George Soros sat,
Jove on Olympus High.
His money all had been well spent
And he controlled this guy.
Like something out of Nuremberg
That nighttime rally seemed-
And the Right, like German Jews,
sadly surveyed the scene.
Cliff, the drunken mailman on the Sit-Com “Cheers” ran a race for City Council in one episode on a meaningless Platform of “ Change” It worked better for Obama.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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American Dream
American dream
American dream
American dream
I must surrender to my American dream
Please do not call me
There is a wedding ring on my ring
And I am building my American dream
I found an American soul mate to love
And to share my life and my American dream
I am getting married and settling down
Good bye single life
Love is the best thing I can give to the people who also share my American dream
Soul mate give me a kiss
And let's dream the American dream
I want my self, you, and every body else to be a part of this American
Dream
We are starting over with an American dream
What I lost before
It is not of any value to me any more
I can't replace it
But you are a part of me
And that is what matters the most
This American dream belong to us and every body else
My heart belongs to you my soul mate
Days will come and go
But I am here for you
We can make a difference when we claim the American dream
Maybe tommorow we will sail on a moon beam
My soul mate has blue eyes
Soul mate I ask no more than this
Please give me a warm kiss
Somewhere in the American dream roses will bloom
And ships will sail across the sea
Poets will write their poetry
Singers will sing in the boulevard cafes some love songs that touch Every body's heart
Flower girls will sell flowers in the streets of the American dream so
The man can buy some
Flowers for there girl friends and lovers if they have any
I can't let any body else steal our American dream
We must save this American dream for us and every body else
If you want to be a part of the American dream
You will have to be a good citizen of the American dream
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Cate
Cate Blanchett of a thousand faces
True chameleon, actress supreme
With style silver screen she graces
Can play it all, a Director’s dream
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Burnin' Bush
What does it take to show an illustration
Of the hurt and the pain of a nation.
One glowing look upon a ragged canvas
Tells the story of our past and present situation
That old bush just keeps on burning
Nobody seems to show they're learning
That old bush just keeps on burning.
I wonder will we ever feel the flame.
Our way of life on total exhibition
Shows the way in which we live of an
I'mperfect nation.
This tree of life so far from perfeciton
Share a little love to improve our situation.
That old bush just keeps on burning
Share the hope for future learning
I wonder will we ever feel the flame
Flow of light could really stand a listen
Bring the dark to the light
song performed by by Earth Wind & Fire
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It's now clear that from the very moment President Bush took office, Iraq was his highest priority as unfinished business from the first Bush Administration. His agenda was clear: find a rationale to get rid of Saddam.
quote by Edward Kennedy
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To La Sansoeur
I KNOW not how to call you light,
Since I myself was lighter;
Nor can you blame my changing plight
Who were the first inviter.
I know not which began to range
Since we were never constant;
And each when each began to change
Was found a weak remonstrant.
But this I know, the God of Love
Both shake his hand against us,
And scorning says we ne’er did prove
True passion—but pretences.
poem by William Roscoe
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Burnin Bush
Jerry peters
What does it take to show an illustration
Of the hurt and the pain of a nation.
One glowing look upon a ragged canvas
Tells the story of our past and present situation
That old bush just keeps on burning
Nobody seems to show theyre learning
That old bush just keeps on burning.
I wonder will we ever feel the flame.
Our way of life on total exhibition
Shows the way in which we live of an
Imperfect nation.
This tree of life so far from perfeciton
Share a little love to improve our situation.
That old bush just keeps on burning
Share the hope for future learning
I wonder will we ever feel the flame
Flow of light could really stand a listen
Bring the dark to the light, show us
What weve been missing.
Not many men are satisfied
Without no light, there aint no pride
Theres gonna come a time,
Things that are on your mind.
Trust and you will find
Everything in your mind
True love is here to find
Simple as number 9
Multiply you will find
Peace and love all the time.
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Offshore Drilling?
Bush regime finds new low
Seek despoil waters offshore
Sentiment against does grow
See distraction from Iraqi war?
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Yes I Will
Yes I will
Yes I will
I'll be true to you yes I will
I'll be true to you yes I will
I won't look twice
When the other girls go by
I'll be true to you yes I will
Somehow this time it's all so clear to me
The way to go is easy to see
My heart is sure you're the girl I've waited for
I'll be true to you yes I will
Yes I will
I used to be the kind
Who said that every girl's the same
And love was just a game for having fun
But when I looked at you
I knew that I was wrong
And that I really could belong to only one
I'll be true to you yes I will
Every dream that you have I'll fulfil
I never promised this to any girl before
but I'll be true to you yes I will
I never promised this
to any girl before
but I'll be true to you yes I will
Yes I will Yes I will
Yes I will Oh yes I will
song performed by by Hollies
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Remix American Wild West
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
robber man who stole
your horse had stolen
your life your livelihood
your means of travel
survival you were left
as good as dead without
your horse in country
where horseback was life
there was a time
in American history
when cattle rustlers
were shot or hung
stealing beef on sly hoof
hot irons changing brands
fast rustled up retribution
justice from a rope hung
there was a time
in American history
when cruel range wars
were fought with guns
settlers driven off farmland
starved their crops ruined
their homes stolen burned
cattle grazed homesteaders
land cattle barons prospered
water rights grazing rights
unfenced unowned range land
farmers ranchers fought wars
frontier justice lynchings
local residents fought
fast gunmen hired bought
no weak law range wars
old west is time dead gone
rustlers free range modern
well executed wars oiled
Saddham to entrapment lead
attacks rich oil wells Kuwait
plan Bush deceived brilliant
Iraq Afghanistan Libya start
cruel foreign oil range wars
modern politicians hands clean
land cattle baron range rustlers
reside at plush 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue NW stateless Washington
living immunity from range hits
octopus arms free range world
survival horseless you were left
for dead without your livelihood
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
poem by Terence George Craddock
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History In The Making
history was in the making on this very day
where Barack Obama became the 44th president of the u.s.a.
for two years he campaigned across this nation of ours
and brought to light, graft and political power.
he brought to light that it was 'time for change'
and this country will never be the same.
he tore down the walls of discrimination
and oppression in this land
and told america it was time to take a stand.
he showed the people that freedom can ring
and made this nation stand up and sing.
no other inauguration in the history of man
could compare to this in our promised land.
the world had been watching every move we make
of that there is no mistake.
and the only thing that this world could see
'was abe lincoln sitting in his chair'
happy faces every where.
the dreams of simple men this day came to life
when the first black president
stood there with his wife.
Lincoln, Kennedy, King, to name just a few
have finally gotten to see their dreams come true.
equality is what we sought
and for equality is what we fought.
this was the dream of this nation
this dream is our salvation
so america we stand with pride
for in this land freedom rides.
poem by Louis Rams
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Hung Up And Overdue
I'm so hung up I'm gonna go see her tonight
I'm so hung up I can't get her out of my mind
Could it be just stars in my eyes
Could it be this won't happen twice
We're overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
We're overdue for a dream come true
She said she's going to move to California on day
Said she's going out on safari to stay
She's tired of her job and the snow
We both need somewhere to go
We're overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
We're overdue for a dream come true
I'm so hung up on her now
I'm so strung out on her now
A gift from the sun to the moon
I hope something changes soon
We're overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
We're overdue for a dream come true
We're overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
We're overdue for a dream come true
song performed by by Tom Petty
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American Wild West: Dead Gone
old west is time dead gone
rustlers free range modern
well executed wars oiled
Saddham entrapment lead
attacks rich oil wells Kuwait
plan Bush deceived brilliant
Iraq Afghanistan Libya start
cruel foreign oil range wars
modern politicians hands clean
land cattle baron range rustlers
reside at plush 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue NW stateless Washington
living immunity from range hits
octopus arms free range world
survival horseless you were left
for dead without your livelihood
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Peanuts And Promises
You promised me the world, the sun and stars.
You promised me a journey straight to Mars.
You promised me you'd catch the moon,
And present it to me on a spoon.
You promised me a mansion large
With numerous cars in the huge garage.
As our minds surveyed the rolling fields,
You promised me that they would yield
Equine, Canine, Feline friends,
To walk beside us to the end.
When you saw your promises turn to snow
In summer sun to melt and go,
In rivulets along life's lane
Despairingly you spoke my name.
In torment did you turn and say
"I promised you all beauteous days.
All my promises did through our lives wend.
And I gave you just "peanuts" in the end"
I smiled at you so tenderly
As we sat together knee to knee.
I told you what you did not know
That promises are so; just so.
Our wishes for our loved ones true,
But all I need, is you; just you.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Hung Up & Overdue
Im so hung up Im gonna go see her tonight
Im so hung up I cant get her out of my mind
Could it be just stars in my eyes
Could it be this wont happen twice
Were overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
Were overdue for a dream come true
She said shes going to move to california on day
Said shes going out on safari to stay
Shes tired of her job and the snow
We both need somewhere to go
Were overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
Were overdue for a dream come true
Im so hung up on her now
Im so strung out on her now
A gift from the sun to the moon
I hope something changes soon
Were overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
Were overdue for a dream come true
Were overdue for a dream come true
Long time, nothing new
Were overdue for a dream come true
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Terrestrial Trance
We're coming to the end
Vibrationally spent
The cycle, in effect
The Earth's field should not neglect
Wake me up from this trance
This sleeping slumber slants
The Sun and switch, within range
A denser frequent change
Manipulation narrative
It seems quite primitive
Control is relative
The source alternative
External forces don't endorse us
Imprisoned in three-dimensional
Our denial is now on trial
And detachment's now on file
Wake me up from this trance
This sleeping slumber slants
The Sun and switch, within range
A denser frequent change
poem by Mason Maestro
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