Fountain of Successful Thinking
Thoughts goes far beyond
even up to the unlimited horizon
really especially when
you are
AT THE TOP;
your heart must be firmed
always on its basement
@burj khalifa waiting lounge
in front of a table size fountain
sept.25,2012 7: 15 pm
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Dont Go In The Basement
Oh..
You can tell a dirty story
In the old conservatory...
But dont go in the basement!
You can make a scene
On the mezanene
But dont go in the basement!
You can fill yourself with static
With the ghosts up in the attic
But dont go in the basement!
You can light yourself a torch
On the old front porch
But dont go in the basement!
Oh you may think that its real cool
To ride down the bannister like some darn fool
Oh dont go... dont go!!
Dont go in the basement!
You can feel quite aloof
Playing rummy on the roof
But dont go in the basement!
Where the cockroaches dance
You can wallow in romance
But dont go in the basement!
You may think that its deluxe
To ride the bannister filled with rust
Oh dont go, dont go!
Dont go in the basement!!!!
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Untold Dark To Conceive Light
very close to death
the man who waits for dawn
ringing the bell midnight burns
who knows how far the daybreak
perplexed the clock
would it run with habit
which deserves to be dictator
death dawn time
three limits unlimited
waiting and beyond
wisdom simply the confusion
someone rules by catching low merit
someone bowing obedience
the circus unlimited
man nearing to death
dawn waiting to touch the feet
and poet observes silently
can't speak
can't communicate
simply writes
some senseless words
wish to feed it up by senses
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Old Comrades Sept 9th,2012
OLD COMRADES Sept 9th,2012
By
James Bredin
Many of my old RCN comrades are now long dead,
Names in my memories or graveyard stones instead,
Mentioned at association meetings where memories are fading fast,
And I sometimes wonder, how much longer, will these good times last?
I'm sorry to even say this but soon enough I'll be dead,
I'd like to have Death With Dignity so that I can plan ahead,
It's not being dead that worries me - it's the painful dying part,
It's the suffering, the agony, the pain, the sorrow and falling apart.
It's the helplessness of having to obey our Supreme Court,
And what they did to Sue Rodriguez leaves me no comfort,
How do we change the legal system and what can we do?
I don't know about you but I don't even have a clue.
Sept 9th,2012
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Stephen Sept 14th,2012
STEPHEN Sept 14th,2012
By
James Bredin
Prime Minister Stephen Harper, please bring about some change,
Or you might be remembered like Joe Clark and why is that strange?
Because like him, the system remains more or less the same,
Counting lots of appointees from secret lists with added names.
So Stephen, I know, you're up against it but please, at least try,
Or without much dignity, many of us will get sick and die,
And binding referendums, like the Swiss, would be great,
Set-date elections would be good too and no need for a great debate.
And while you're at it, completely cancel the parole board,
They are setting murderers and others free who have scored,
Okay, we need a new Constitution to get these changes,
Ask our friends, who, how, when for these changed arrangements.
Sept 14th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Prime Minister
GREAT PRIME MINISTEER SEPT 7TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Stephen Harper you are a great PM and this is not a gimmick,
Especially when you tried to close down that drug-addict insite clinic,
I realize, you are up against it with that Supreme Court,
And you can't get rid of them and there, you have little support.
So I was trying to figure how you might get us referendums,
Though I don't think these are on any of your curriculums,
And god only knows what the Supreme Court might decide,
Names come to mind - Sue Rodriguez, Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
And I don't know how you might get us Death with Dignity,
Washington, Oregon and European countries have it and no indignity,
And just like they treated Sue Rodriguez, I'm sure they are opposed,
Though they allowed thousands of abortions and no names disclosed.
SEPT 7TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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No Incentive To Vote Sept 26th,2012
NO INCENTIVE TO VOTE Sept 26th,2012
By
James Bredin
And those in power can stay there for the rest of their lives,
Though it may be questionable that democracy survives,
So compulsory voting law or fifty dollar fine at tax time,
That should cure the problem and the numbers will no doubt climb.
Those who have been elected are not keen on mandatory votes,
The new voters may be different and sowing their wild oats,
They might want death with dignity and referendums and what next?
Best to do nothing or say it's very and too complex.
How do we get capital punishment installed in our system?
Though there appears to be fierce opposition to this wisdom,
But lethal injections could be installed without much fuss,
If the politicians and the people themselves have the guts.
Sept 26th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Like A Fountain Of Water
Like a fountain of water
Kissing you throughout
You will like the latter
What it is all about.
Like a fountain of water
Flowing endlessly
Like a waterfall in a far away site
What is its whereabouts?
Like a fountain of water
I dream of you
Forever flowing in my mind
A hand touching my heart.
Like a fountain of water
Expunging the errs in my life
Waiting for fate to strike
It all changes my mind.
poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos
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Things We Don't Have Sept 15th,2012
THINGS WE DON'T HAVE SEPT 15TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
If we have a useless politician that we would rather, go away,
We don't have recall even if they do nothing but stay,
We can't elect our High Court or prime minister by name,
And nothing can be changed and we can't or don't dare complain.
And death with dignity is banned and never-never allowed,
By our secret-list appointed high-up Supreme Court crowd,
Sue Rodriguez got the word, with fatal Lou Gehrig's disease,
She was, point blank, refused death with dignity if you please.
We don't have set-date elections so we really don't know,
What and when is in our future, so we learn to kowtow,
We can't put an oil pipe across the Rockies for some reason,
Am I missing something here or is it not the right season?
SEPT 15TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Referendums Sept 8th,2012
REFERENDUMS Sept 8th,2012
By
James Bredin
Binding referendums are the flashpoint of future change,
Why are they so difficult to arrange and extremely strange?
Why do our appointees and politicians just smile and walk away?
Why are media moguls so careful in what they write and say?
Binding referendums and death with dignity are banned,
Why are these, never even whispered by the higher command?
It's a graphic demonstration that our democracy is an illusion,
Or is it that our aristocrats are in collusion?
Because change is also forbidden by the higher ups,
They want no interruptions to their lifestyles deluxe,
And binding referendums could give power to the crowds,
This might change things for those who live in the clouds.
Sept 8th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Flashman
I'm waiting,
Waiting for you to crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to see your cash,
Waiting so long,
Waiting over here,
Waiting over there,
Waiting to hear you say,
You'll come back to me!
Waiting for the rush!
You're all flash and no cash,
Don't like your trash,
Gonna see you crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting on my own,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to hear you groan,
Waiting to get you alone,
Waiting for us to meet,
Waiting to get off the street,
Waiting for my heart,
To skip a beat,
Waiting for the rush!
Tired of all your flash,
Get rid of the trash, and,
Show me your cash,
So where do you go to find a lover?
And where will you find a brother?
Is this the end of the road?
Will you stoop low?
So that I can grow?
06 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Death With Dignity Please Sept 21st,2012
Death with dignity please Sept 21st,2012
By
James Bredin
I'm going to die but I don't know when, where, how or why,
And you are too; so we should all prepare to say goodbye,
Therefore it would be nice to arrange this whole dying affair,
Have legal death with dignity though some don't seem to care.
Some religious types and politicians are totally opposed,
Though it's a freedom of choice thing and not government imposed,
I realize of course that this in itself is not a nice subject,
And neither is dying but we can't avoid it or reject.
Nowadays it's a subject hidden in the background somewhere,
Seldom mentioned in our papers so we can't compare in despair,
Some people have gone to Switzerland where it's allowed and legal,
Where they don't need five lawyers to die and a paralegal.
Sept 21st,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Unicorn 11
Where the unlimited, expanding, limiting itself as it expands,
reaches where it can limit itself no further –
there it is; there in its, our, world; there you may see it;
where it could not be more beautiful
and yet be seen; where it could have
no other form, and still have form;
where it is most itself.
And so, where we are most ourself,
when we are most ourself, it’s there;
near; you may see it; you may not; near;
you and it, so close; and where
we are where all the stories tell –
the gate, the door, the mirror, the key that calls the hand,
the undergrowth pushed through, and there –
in the clearing in the woods, it is;
treading on the silent mossy ground,
can white be so transparent?
waiting for nothing and yet there;
where the limited meets the unlimited,
where we know
that whom we always knew we are,
unlimited;
Unicorn.
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Choices, 2012
children standing quietly
in a long line, expressionless,
maybe a tear, just waiting...
waiting to be euthanized!
a sign hung over the desk
in front of the door,
that said simply:
'Choices,2012! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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DWD soon Sept 29th,2012
DWD soon Sept 29th,2012
By
James Bredin
Dying with dignity is about living life on our own terms,
Until when and if we get euthanasia and this is confirmed,
We should not need to go to court for permission to die,
To have some High Court judge refuse while looking us in the eye.
Persons with painful or cancerous diseases should have permission,
For euthanasia after consultation with their physician,
This should be a constitutional right and no need to implore,
Or be told by some Supreme Court judge to get out the door.
Our pompous politicians are not interested in this subject,
The reason is simple - they are politically correct,
I'd like to avoid Sue Rodriguez's problem of oncoming death,
And have death with dignity as I approach my last breath.
Sept 29th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Guest In The Guinness-known Tallest
@ Burj Khalifa
At first you were for me
the photo landmark of
how far to where I have been
You were the most amazing
man - made creation so far
that I have ever seen
Your glass-framed wall
untouchable as the azure sky
so impossible to get at by
for the less fortunate passers-by
You were dwarfing me then
upon gazing at your
unreachable aspire
But your ' untouchable ' sense
had been subsided
when you let me in beyond expectation
but through fate of rekindling
my self-abandoned passion-
in pushing the pen to make you think.......
The once astonishing structure
now is but a mere building
with height advantage lording over the rest
I never thought you would welcome me
and you have such awe-inspiring
hidden warmth hospitality
that couldn't be captured even thru
high-end digitally zoomed eye;
eventually, you have been extending my home and
pretty soon, you will be my wife my son comfort zone
still I ask,
who am I to be a guest
in the world known as the tallest?
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Reflection Through World-Breaking Tower
@Burj Khalifa
seen thru its tainted glass thick wall at 48th floor:
the panoramic gulf of Persia
engulfing the breeze from tension neo-political Hermuz Strait;
the magnificent 7-star Burj Al Arab
glittering at the far-flung left shore;
the man-made world map islets,
the Palm, the Atlantis seem all touchable on my finger tips;
the dancing fountains beneath my feet
now taking at rest;
the not-so-rare Lamborghini swerving at the round about
of course by the many have-mores locals;
and the Camry taxi swirled by the desert dust
ready to fetch up the not so have-nots residents;
the sprouting superb malls around the cosmopolitan
haven for all expats mall rats:
the construction cranes, just reborn, alive and lifting!
round the clock moving a sign for just economic recovery
from shark loans, debt beds, credit card's tentacles
again alluring for those lucrative-craving business gamblers
but for those few meager overseas workers
these are all but the same
' same, same but different'' as overused colloquial language,
the same as the eye-sore bold ads
' TO LET ', for rent, free DEWA on numerous tenant-hunting buildings
but still empty and yet unoccupied and dilapidated..............
empty as the hopeful pockets of the few 3rd world laborers
whose monthly outcry:
' too much long time salary, my friend '
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Toast
Take a loaf of thick white
From out of the fridge,
Undo it, and take out two slices;
Lay both of them gently
Inside the machine,
It's morning, the toaster entices.
Take a second or two
To savour the scene,
Forget every thought of that porridge;
You know in your heart
What you really prefer,
To your loved ones it's just common knowledge.
Now all is set out
On the dining room table,
The marmalade jar is a calling;
The spread is awaited,
The toast has popped up,
Now to linger would just be appaling.
Thick bread or thin,
White bread or brown,
I won't be complainin' or beefin',
It's what I deserve,
My meal is now served,
And I can't wait 'til I get me teeth in!
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Cigarette and the guitar
The guitar and cigarette burn melodically
I sit in the lounge hoping to train myself
No sitting in the lounge before the show starts
under my breath a few sad whispers
I wipe my hand on the fitted jeans I wear
smearing them with cigarette ashes
very few fallen to the ashtray
engulfed with the music- I stir- waiting for the melody to stop
poem by Tajma Hall
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The Light Of The Night
Who says is the night dark?
En the night we have all the light
We see everything en our life
With our heart
And our soul
En the day, we count
The seconds
The minutes
The hours......
Waiting the night
Waiting to came back
To ourselves
To our heart
To our soul
Who says the night is dark?
En the night we see
The universe
The light of the universe
The life of the universe
En our sky
We feel we are one party of this universe unlimited
We feel we are a party of the unlimited
We feel unlimited....
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We take trip en the world of the silence
We listen the nice music of the silence
A silence talking
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We go inside the hearts
We go en the depth of the hearts
We take a long way en depth of the hearts
A long an illuminated way
We see every thing inside the hearts
Who says the night is dark?
Who says the night is dark?
poem by Rachi Tibar
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