Hidden In Plain Sight
A name is more than a name
His true self lives in plain sight
Name reveals from where he came
Unscrambled letters bring to light
Barack Hussein Obama to be sure
Returns to Earth the “Sun of Ra”
Handsome, charismatic & cocksure
Young ‘n old alike do stand in awe
A true “Moab” with double meaning
“Of his father” or “Mother of all bombs”
Take from this the way you’re leaning
From The Koran or Biblical Psalms
Acronym exposes ‘neath the scab
“Sun Ra is back…He is a Moab”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Barack Obama
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change, you must the world;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
But do you have the gold?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
People need more jobs;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
You must stop their sobs.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Wars are just futile;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Let peace remain awhile.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Prices must be cut;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
None can live in hut.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Energy is prime;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Work in any clime.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pollution must stop;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Make a friendlier cop.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Should the unborn die?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Live, they shouldn’t but why?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change is what you need;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pluck away the weed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-18-2009
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Bible Stories: Ruth (Part Ia)
There was a famine in the land,
Governed by Judges at that time;
Elimelech left Bethlehem,
With wife, Naomi and two sons,
To stay in Moab for a while;
Mahlon and Chilion were their names,
Ephrathites of Bethlehem town;
Their father died while in Moab
The sons took Moabites as wives;
Orpah was one; the other, Ruth;
They lived for about ten years there;
The two sons too happened to die!
Naomi wanted to leave Moab
And come back to Judah, her place;
She told her daughters-in-law to
Return to each one’s mother’s house;
The Lord would deal with them kindly.
She kissed them each; they wept aloud!
They wanted to accompany her;
She told them they were very young;
If they felt, they could remarry;
She did not want them to suffer
Along with her in her old age;
The hand of God was against her!
poem by John Celes
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Barefooted
I am walking barefooted and naked because,
I have my mind on you;
I am walking barefooted and naked because,
I have my love for you;
But Moab will wail fro Moab.
You are the one that i love and,
Naked and barefooted i do go about daily for you;
But gladness and joy will be taken away very soon from Moab.
Like a carved ivory, you are as fair as the moon;
Like the highlights of the mountains,
You are easily reached up in love than others;
So we need no war around us.
Life is as bright as the sun on the sweet bed of spices,
And true love is like the fragrance of Lebanon;
But like a carved ivory on your love,
This love is sweeter than wine!
A carved ivory,
Of our legs of love and the peace that it brings;
And like the harp of ten strings,
I am like the native green tree of love to your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Al Qaeda is still a threat. We cannot pretend somehow that because Barack Hussein Obama got elected as president, suddenly everything is going to be OK.
quote by Barack Obama
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Obama-Biden
Barack Obama with Joe Biden is alright.
It's been decided that new heights are in sight.
Obama-Biden is the team that is needed.
To bring an end,
To a deepening of treason.
Barack Obama with Joe Biden is okay.
The time has come,
To get rid of some bums.
They can restore a dignity that's missing.
The choice is made to stop a degrading.
Barack Obama with Joe Biden is alright.
It's been decided that new heights are in sight.
Obama-Biden is the team that is needed.
To bring an end,
To a deepening of treason.
And hopefully,
A decrease of deceit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barack Hussein Obama II
Barack Obama in Berlin,
With words like a bard to put us in order;
But many minds will lay low to think.
Being one of his father's children among the four wives and,
A vision came to him to achieve the best of life with dreams;
Right from the beginning of things to fulfil his ambitions and,
As the right person to stand for the U.S Presidential race.
Care was given to him from every angle to push him up like,
Kenya where his father came from.
Barack Obama in Berlin,
With words like a bard to put us in order;
But many minds will lay low to think.
Here in Berlin with the advantage of his reputations and,
Using the opportunities in the U.S.A. like his father had;
Showing how great it is to share without racism and religion like,
Sunflowers in a sweet green field with the smell of an aroma:
Emitting with positive words to call us all together as one.
In the U.S.A. to reach out to the world with love and,
Now that he is running for the presidential seat.
Barack Obama in Berlin,
With words like a bard to put us in order;
But many minds will lay low to think.
Obama has made a name in this world so sweet,
Being rated among the best to bring us together;
Along the lines of war, hatred and peace like,
Masters of the act of flying to reach a place:
A memory of his visit will sit many down to think.
Barack Obama in Berlin,
With words like a bard to put us in order;
But many minds will lay low to think.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Barack o mama its Obama
What is hope, hope is when you believe, but who or what do you believe in, me I believe in Barack Obama, and what does his name mean the first name means Blessed, the second Hussien means handsome one, the third according to what I found means that when they were born the leg’s were bent. So that means his name is blessed handsome one who had there leg bent.
What is change, change is when you make something different, this type of change is a new beginning of a blessed handsome man who has changed America or who we all “HOPE” will Barack Obama will change healthcare, the economy, and much more.America will have a deep impact on the world and possibly the galaxy lets all “HOPE” for “CHANGE” in this economic crisis and the environment.
So I hope that he will do it all “o mama it’s Obama
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The Pencil Drawing
My Grandson is not well these days
It seems to be Bronchitis?
He draws America with a pencil stub
And he wants me to scribble something.
He says write a letter instead of an essay?
Please write down Sonny!
But no spelling mistakes
Like old politicians.
Dear Mr.Amerigo Vespucci,
My President is Mr.Barack Obama
And I am Siluna Bogamuwa.
Would like to have sisters like Malia Ann and Natasha!
America is very big like my tiny heart
America is strong as my handsome father.
America is kind as same as my loving mother.
I like to play football and bring highest marks to you all!
If you stop all the wars?
My Grandma would sing the National Anthem in her high pitch voice
And my slim jolly-good Grandpa likes to be a black puppy
in the White House if not chained?
[True strength is very delicate.-Nevelson]
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tree Is My Animal
Tree is My Animal 7/09
Tree is my animal
And I burst forth from the soil
Past root, worm and grub
Unfurled now my leaves seek mother sun
Nourished and illuminated
I stand neath Methuselahs
Father old and true
Aged moss (ancient moss)
Comforts and warms me
Vines find shelter and comfort along my bones
Mother sun still sings
And centuries have past
But as a new nest appears in my arms
Oh I know I have much to go
And I am now Methuselah
And stand next to my father old and true
And watch as my young sapling grows neath me
My love is alone
I am alone
I stretch to touch her leaves and tickle her branches
My poems I send on the wings of birds, butterflies and bees
I feel the scent of her in the perfumed pollen born on wisps of wind
Wherever you are my Love
I will find you
Though seeds may scatter
And leaves grow few
Though centuries may pass
Here I stand
Now
Tendrils touch
At long last
A Moorish lattice of leaf and bark
Filigree
A canopy of lovers to shade
Lovers from the unwanted gaze of mother sun
Our songs sung by birds at play in our tender union
Our union complete
Til centuries wither our bones
Then to earth
A loamy death to share
This union and
Alone no more
poem by Guillermo Veloso
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Triumphant Obama turns to sobering challenges
every human triumphant fight creates a feeling of uncertainty
of the future, thats the wonder of the mystery of human
experience, that no man has seen, the meaning of the
future, a wisdom that God had works wonder in every event
the father of faith Abraham, triumphantly fought against, the
Hittite, the Ammonites, the Canaanites, yet! brave as they are,
conquered the far away land, chasing the future of nowhere,
the end of everything the Israelites never found, until God
reveals the direction where to end their journey to the promise
land, flowing of milk and honey
the American people witness, the triumphant victory of
Barack Obama, a man, who believed that beyond that horizon
of fears, the answer lies within every hearts of the American
people, and he's vision never fails, for in every calls, an answer
is given
the gate of success, knows tomorrow and that day will come,
when everyone join as one, everything is ready, to forward their
own destiny with President Obama will leads us so freely, then
the future of America be in its own way
all hands bless, the triumphant Obama will make its quest, all
dreams face, that he can stand the test, of millions of thousands
of people, around the world, looks up America, the nation, the
people, that takes a hope
now is the moment to take the yoke, for in every walk there is
a hook, with all strength stands Obama's plan,
America will....forever STAND
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One That Completes
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father...
That love that is true as can be.
When I awaken from my sleep,
I'd like that love near by,
I want to share deep feelings and cares.
With one who will come,
To rescue this from inside me.
Like no one has ever done.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me the kind of love, My Dear Father
The kind that sets mine and other hearts free.
If You allow this to happen,
With Your blessings I'll receive.
I'll do the best to be better than I've been...
And not to take that love for granted
As I did when my needs grew selfishly.
And in sorrow those needs came to an end.
Helping me to realize,
No love would stand by true love in disguise.
Those are scars I no longer visit.
No longer catching me by surprise.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father.
Bring that love to me.
Bring me that love,
My Dear Father...
That love that is true as can be.
I want You to bring
That kind of love I seek...
My Father.
Bring that one that completes,
And sets my feelings free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Revenge of the 47 Percent
In politics, it is acceptable to fight back with the ballot.
This long awaited election is about people with a lot
Versus the hardworking middle- class, which strives
Every day to earn a living, and to improve their lives.
The 47 percent is a powerful force made of retirees,
Veterans of the armed forces, recently graduate students,
Teachers, full and part-time workers, factory employees,
Health workers, paraprofessionals, and civil servants.
The list is infinitesimal, that's what makes this voting block
So potent and important. The next election will serve as a test,
For this true melting pot, which has the strength to move the rock,
In favor of Barack H. Obama, the one and only, and the best.
The best person who can lead and move this country forward.
Barack has proven himself in the last four years, despite
And in spite of the mess that he has inherited. The kite
Will only fly higher with his effective leadership, not downward.
The 47 percent will, without a doubt, fight back,
The 47 percent will vote, en masse, for Barack,
Because Obama is a very smart and savvy President,
Who cares for all, for the 99 percent, and also for the 1 percent.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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When people ask me whether being in the White House has changed my husband, I can honestly say that when it comes to his character, and his convictions, and his heart, Barack Obama is still the same man I fell in love with all those years ago. He's the same man who started his career by turning down high paying jobs and instead working in struggling neighborhoods where a steel plant had shut down, fighting to rebuild those communities and get folks back to work … because for Barack, success isn't about how much money you make, it's about the difference you make in people's lives.
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A Carved Ivory
Walking naked and barefooted,
Moab will wail for Moab;
Naked and barefooted,
Gladness is taken away along with joy.
A Carved Ivory,
Fair as the moon with my mind on you;
To the heights of the mountains,
Bright as the sun with my mind on you;
To the bed of spices,
Love is like the fragrance of Lebanon!
To a Carved Ivory,
Our legs at war;
To a Carved Ivory,
Our toes for battle;
To a Carved Ivory,
Our bones so scattered;
Love is sweeter than wine.
prayers like incense,
Gladness is taken away along with joy;
Life is like a harp with ten strings where,
Wisdom is better than strength.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Obama! Obama!
From Bungoma to Oklahoma
It's Obama! Obama! Our Barack Obama.
Lips and tongues ululate your name, and
Your ideology is a hot topic within the intelligentsia.
Are you the real reincarnation
Of Martin Luther and his King-size dream.
In broad daylight, Luther dreamt of no color or race.
Can you dare to dream of a paradise of all faces.
Are you, by all means necessary,
Like Malcolm with his big X on racism,
Striving and struggling for racial harmony?
Can you harmonize between the haves and the haves not?
Obama! Obama! Our Barack Obama
Before they scare you with Bin Laden Osama
Please turn into a bridge between races
And become a cauldron of peace in the Middle East.
[2008 Kajaani]
poem by Lauwo George
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4th November 2008
'I have a dream! '
And today the dream is fulfilled by electing Barack Obama;
'I have a dream! '
And the 4th November 2008 is now recorded into the History Books;
'I have a dream! '
And today Barack Obama is the 44th President of the U.S.A.;
For the Blackman is capable of handling his or her own affairs.
'I have a dream! '
And 4th November 2008 will be the date to remember always;
'I have a dream! '
For this date gave the First African American to be a President;
'I have a dream! '
And the shout i do hear around me is: 'Obama, Obama, Obama! ! '
'I have a dream! '
That today the Americans had recorded a History to us all;
'I have a dream! '
That the days of the Slavery gone by had yielded fruit today;
'I have a dream! '
And 4th November 2008 had taken us through to fulfil this dream;
So we can really make a change of our lives today.
'I have a dream! '
Today the First Blackman is Elected as the 44th U.S. President;
'I have a dream! '
That today there is joy in the African American Community;
'I have a dream! '
And for who the cap fits must surely wear it;
And today, the cap fits Barack Obama.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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It All Comes True
I stand here a black man I have no history
I was brought up in east chicago and I grew up on the streets
The chains around the playground were the chains around my heart
The brand upon my shoulder well it reminds you who you are
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
I was just a young girl my mother called me hon
My father was unhappy cause I should have been his son
They said, learn to be a waitress and learn to be a wife
And be thankful for a chance to live an ordinary life
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
My life is a contradiction of sorrow and desire
I drag my heart across the ash to throw it on the fire
Maybe theres a reason and could there be a plan
Or are we all just fools to think well understand
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Political Commentary
Someone...
And/or 'all' of those,
Not affiliated with any of our parties...
Has been dropping truths all over the place.
This situation has produced erectile dysfunctions,
And may I say...
Only 'that' to us is an injustice.
That to us is the ultimate disgrace!
Does anyone at this meeting,
Realize the severity of this unfortunate dilemma?
There is a massive attack on our principles.
A devastation revealed to every misdeed begun!
The people express regret.
And our pockets have left them dire.
We must inspire them with a fresh marketing campaign.
To quiet the bluster of this truth hustler!
Who expresses a compassion...
That traps and exposes us to be great liars!
The Voices of Change are amongst us now!
And our gains to them they want explained.
But who here wishes to pursue that route?
'Who' here can revamp those of minds,
We envisioned to leave deranged?
'Who' here can explain to them,
We are not the ones insane?
It is 'them' and 'those'...
Haven't we done enough...
To prove Hussein was the brain,
Behind our contempt?
To plunder and pillage with intent.
And didn't we send great forces...
To seduce more endorsements?
To feed our need to greed.
This picture is becoming,
More vivid and multi-colored!
At least from a Baron's point of view!
Where few of true nobility sit!
And may I re-state for anyone misunderstanding...
Or left suspended in a time that does not relate.
A time that no longer exists.
This picture is becoming,
More vivid and multi-colored!
At least from a Baron's point of view!
Where few of true nobility sit!
And their priorities are not about us to lift!
These are RULERS.
Not 'propagandites' who insight fear!
Their selections for choice,
Are far away from these shores we endear.
Only one of us is brighter than the rest.
Barack Obama is his name!
The rest of us can forget it.
Our divisions and infighting...
Has disgraced us into a debt,
That surmounts
And surrounds in international shame!
And all eyes are on us directing their blame!
The Voices of Change are amongst us now!
And our gains to them they want explained.
But who here wishes to pursue that route?
'Who' here can revamp?
'Who' here can explain to them we are not insane?
Only one of us is brighter than the rest.
Barack Obama is his name!
The rest of us can forget it.
Our divisions and infighting...
Has disgraced us into a debt,
That surmounts
And surrounds in international shame!
And all eyes are on us directing their blame!
All eyes are on Barack Obama now.
Hoping he and his assistants can regain,
From a defaming some in their ignorance...
Desire maintained!
But 'who' else amongst you sleepers think...
Will protect what is left that is still claimed?
The road to Oz has closed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Player Piano
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I lived in Pasadena
When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus."
I felt that I had met someone from home.
No, not Pasadena, Fatty Arbuckle.
Who's that? Oh, something that we had in common
Like -- like -- the false armistice. Piano rolls.
She told me her house was the first Pancake House
East of the Mississippi, and I showed her
A picture of my grandson. Going home --
Home to the hotel -- I began to hum,
"Smile a while, I bid you sad adieu,
When the clouds roll back I'll come to you."
Let's brush our hair before we go to bed,
I say to the old friend who lives in my mirror.
I remember how I'd brush my mother's hair
Before she bobbed it. How long has it been
Since I hit my funnybone? had a scab on my knee?
Here are Mother and Father in a photograph,
Father's holding me.... They both look so young.
I'm so much older than they are. Look at them,
Two babies with their baby. I don't blame you,
You weren't old enough to know any better;
If I could I'd go back, sit down by you both,
And sign our true armistice: you weren't to blame.
I shut my eyes and there's our living room.
The piano's playing something by Chopin,
And Mother and Father and their little girl
Listen. Look, the keys go down by themselves!
I go over, hold my hands out, play I play --
If only, somehow, I had learned to live!
The three of us sit watching, as my waltz
Plays itself out a half-inch from my fingers.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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