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Paddy's Day Rant
Oh Paddy's Day the craic, the ceol,
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.
Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.
Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.
Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.
Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A Paddy's Day rant as I watch my village slowly die. 42, people aged between 18-32 gone mainly to Australia, out of population of 750. Forced to leave because of lack of work and opportunity. Rural Ireland is dying but its plight s not being heard in Dublin
your quest
gold hidden in the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parch and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and yet the world lay witness
and mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight
your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't
the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?
perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
in this quest...buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parch and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and yet the world lay witness
and mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight
your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't
the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?
perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
in this quest...buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Inspired by a blog about poverty from Africa, and all over the world that is suffering with poverty and hunger.Thanks all for your read and comments.
Long May It Wave
The Star Spangled Banner inspires all manner
Of feelings in folks when it plays
Every bareback bronc veteran feels a rush of adrenaline
Long after his rodeo days.
The Anthem's first sound brings the Chute Boss around
Yellin' "Pull 'em down boys! Let's rodeo!"
And you straddle the chute, ease down on the brute,
Grab rigging and stretch latigo.
Then the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Grow distant; seem to fade into dim
Rosin squeaks in your handhold, the horse shivers as if cold,
And for eight seconds, it's just you and him.
Of feelings in folks when it plays
Every bareback bronc veteran feels a rush of adrenaline
Long after his rodeo days.
The Anthem's first sound brings the Chute Boss around
Yellin' "Pull 'em down boys! Let's rodeo!"
And you straddle the chute, ease down on the brute,
Grab rigging and stretch latigo.
Then the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Grow distant; seem to fade into dim
Rosin squeaks in your handhold, the horse shivers as if cold,
And for eight seconds, it's just you and him.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
The emotions and adrenaline rush that the Star Spangled Banner emotes.
To Emigrant
Sky is bottomless,
Sky isn't mine.
Space is limitless,
Space isn't mine.
Road is infinite,
Road isn't mine.
People walking by
Aren’t mine.
So I ask you, my friend…
What is keeping you back?
Here sky isn't yours,
Here space isn't yours,
Here roads aren't yours,
Here people aren’t yours.
So I'll tell you, my friend,
Don't think much and go back,
To your home, which no land could replace.
Sky isn't mine.
Space is limitless,
Space isn't mine.
Road is infinite,
Road isn't mine.
People walking by
Aren’t mine.
So I ask you, my friend…
What is keeping you back?
Here sky isn't yours,
Here space isn't yours,
Here roads aren't yours,
Here people aren’t yours.
So I'll tell you, my friend,
Don't think much and go back,
To your home, which no land could replace.
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Posted: May 2011
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On the skins of ash and oak
With eight pounds of slivered steel
I built this strength by youth
And time and work compiled
I have exhorted every muscle's fiber
Under the direction of my lord
To the support of his kingdom
And the security assured therein
In the days of my age, here, now
That I have given my strength away
These wild and voracious governors
Have all left me here to die
Had I but harnessed the power
Of astute and demanding query
Not simply just the firmest grip
I may have escaped this dungeon
I am bound and weak and injured-
I was ambitious for fleeting power
A well formed arm and strength of back
Abandoning all those political things
Here then, now again, this view of strength
In the forceful way of physical things
I have one statement yet to make
In the most political way of all
I have lost the durable power of my arm
And somewhere else, too, I lost my back
So I am left only with this extension
Of my actual self, an instrument of doom
When I was a man, I was such a thing
But I gave it up in the search of honesty
What power I had and lost, each year, but still..
I lacked the righteousness of foresight
Before my eyesight should abandon me
Or should I lose my steady hand
I sight in that terrible heart of hypocrisy
And squeeze his life from him
With eight pounds of slivered steel
I built this strength by youth
And time and work compiled
I have exhorted every muscle's fiber
Under the direction of my lord
To the support of his kingdom
And the security assured therein
In the days of my age, here, now
That I have given my strength away
These wild and voracious governors
Have all left me here to die
Had I but harnessed the power
Of astute and demanding query
Not simply just the firmest grip
I may have escaped this dungeon
I am bound and weak and injured-
I was ambitious for fleeting power
A well formed arm and strength of back
Abandoning all those political things
Here then, now again, this view of strength
In the forceful way of physical things
I have one statement yet to make
In the most political way of all
I have lost the durable power of my arm
And somewhere else, too, I lost my back
So I am left only with this extension
Of my actual self, an instrument of doom
When I was a man, I was such a thing
But I gave it up in the search of honesty
What power I had and lost, each year, but still..
I lacked the righteousness of foresight
Before my eyesight should abandon me
Or should I lose my steady hand
I sight in that terrible heart of hypocrisy
And squeeze his life from him
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I'll be honest- I'm a bit toasted, and this needs a lot of work.Will get back around to this later.
It is about a hard working man who tries to live a simple life, believes that the most important works will come from laboring in the land, and who ultimately, having never had faith or much interest in the political world, believes that his most important work, at this point in his life, where he is beyond capable of everything he has ever placed faith in, is to remove that which he feels is evil, by assassination.
2020
it"s 2020. we"ve got so many important things to do this year.
forget the walking and the talking and let"s start running to the beat of the drum.
first go out and fight for what you love and what is right, and do not bend to the chaos all around
if we are going to survive, we must dig our heels in to thrive and take a hard stand to anyone who burns our flag.
in 2019 we passed the buck, now crime has run amuck
and we must stop it in its tracks.now is the time america. fall back and you will never get another chance. FORGE AHEAD NOW.
forget the walking and the talking and let"s start running to the beat of the drum.
first go out and fight for what you love and what is right, and do not bend to the chaos all around
if we are going to survive, we must dig our heels in to thrive and take a hard stand to anyone who burns our flag.
in 2019 we passed the buck, now crime has run amuck
and we must stop it in its tracks.now is the time america. fall back and you will never get another chance. FORGE AHEAD NOW.
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
online today!Poverty of morals
The poor man walks with everything against him, and the people close their doors to him and see him as hated but not guilty... and he sees hostility but does not see its causes.
Even if the dogs saw him coming, they would bark at him and show their fangs
And if one day she sees a rich man walking, she longs for him and moves her tails... Even if the rich man speaks wrongly, they say you are correct and they are true to what they said... And if the poor man is correct, they all say... You have made a mistake, oh man, and you have said misguidance. The dirhams in all the gatherings cover men with awe and majesty... .
It is the tongue for those who want eloquence... and it is the weapon for those who want to fight
Even if the dogs saw him coming, they would bark at him and show their fangs
And if one day she sees a rich man walking, she longs for him and moves her tails... Even if the rich man speaks wrongly, they say you are correct and they are true to what they said... And if the poor man is correct, they all say... You have made a mistake, oh man, and you have said misguidance. The dirhams in all the gatherings cover men with awe and majesty... .
It is the tongue for those who want eloquence... and it is the weapon for those who want to fight
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Posted: May 2
About this poem:
Double standards and profiteering from those with dirty money, hypocrisy and lies in order to get some money.Ntionality "a menace"
Once asked in Gnosis
The greatest ignorance of men
Nationality and racism I retorted
For we are bound by the body
A slave to intellect
Culture a diverse
Consequnce of bodily challenge
Experiencd due transit
All within time and space
To our source we err
And a common cloak we abound
Intellect remain a facade
Source of inperfection
distortion of unity
Nationality a chaos
Breeds via ill awareness
War a concept
Religion an idea
Philo-sopia a dictum
For in nationality we breed
All that is inperfect
Complexity our fate
For the present incarnation
Lost in reasoning
Caged in bodily intellect
We against them a chorus
Among the present humanity
And in nationality we err
The greatest ignorance of men
Nationality and racism I retorted
For we are bound by the body
A slave to intellect
Culture a diverse
Consequnce of bodily challenge
Experiencd due transit
All within time and space
To our source we err
And a common cloak we abound
Intellect remain a facade
Source of inperfection
distortion of unity
Nationality a chaos
Breeds via ill awareness
War a concept
Religion an idea
Philo-sopia a dictum
For in nationality we breed
All that is inperfect
Complexity our fate
For the present incarnation
Lost in reasoning
Caged in bodily intellect
We against them a chorus
Among the present humanity
And in nationality we err
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Nationality is insanity because it breeds contempt, and how can we claim what does not belong to us and we do not belong to it but a temporary abode?JAMAICA 50
50 years of independence we celebrate
The coming of years to chart our own fate
Ours the future to make or break
No longer others our path to dictate
For 470 years we were described as a colony
Our toils and labours built others economies
Now we strive to build our own country
Creating a future for our posterity
50 years yes that's very young
But we are healthy and we are strong
And when the roll is called of the earth's great ones
Our name is there because among them we belong
We are happy that's what we do best
Competing where others don't expect
Of natural talent we have some of the greatest
Just for fun sometimes we enter a contest
Our politicians have made their marks
Beauty queens shone and spark
Oh it's hard to tell our accomplishments
For they are spread abroad for everyone enjoyment
50 years and we are proud
The deeds of a people speaking ever so loud
Small but standing out in the crowd
Expanding the gifts with which we have been endowed
The coming of years to chart our own fate
Ours the future to make or break
No longer others our path to dictate
For 470 years we were described as a colony
Our toils and labours built others economies
Now we strive to build our own country
Creating a future for our posterity
50 years yes that's very young
But we are healthy and we are strong
And when the roll is called of the earth's great ones
Our name is there because among them we belong
We are happy that's what we do best
Competing where others don't expect
Of natural talent we have some of the greatest
Just for fun sometimes we enter a contest
Our politicians have made their marks
Beauty queens shone and spark
Oh it's hard to tell our accomplishments
For they are spread abroad for everyone enjoyment
50 years and we are proud
The deeds of a people speaking ever so loud
Small but standing out in the crowd
Expanding the gifts with which we have been endowed
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
I wanted to write something for Jamaica's 50 years of independence celebrations. My pen would not write so I am typing as the thoughs come to me. If I did not do well please forgive me.
!PAN!C!
I've been sensing a sort of anguish creeping out of my native language,
evolve the thought process through words which can be interpreted as you choose to hear them, there are a few I choose to fear them!
They are not my words, the are my views,
these beliefs belong to me!
I have paid my dues & now need NO help to pull myself from these depths of pain!
I tried on my own but missing steps gave way to an ego of shame,
I am my own choices so there's no one else to blame!
Feeling passed over as I learn to disregard, the reality of the end as I'm thinking of the start.
So many beautiful moments, memories of a child's smile,
Visiting that feeling of love, on that perfect day, all worth while,
So gorgeous, the ugly could never outweigh the truth in a jury trial.
So, before their eyes, reborn, he came to life!
Rhythm man, rhythm man,
A risen man's a driven man, motivated to do all he can,
with a line in the sand, feet firm on the ground, to make a stand,
stand my ground, no pushin' or playin' around, drive to be crowned, amaze & astound, evolution new found, no matter the cost at any amount, I know what needs done, I will surmount!
I rap, I sing, I scream what I mean!
I growl, I prowl, & everything between!
Got styles for miles, I'm down like Charlie Sheen,
But I prevail & conquer, I defeat & exceed!
So now PANIC! PEOPLE PANIC! It's goin' down like the Titanic,
I'm alive, I'm pist & about to blow like I'm volcanic,
I'm satanic to your evil all you people & your static,
Genetic manic dependency stuck on what takes you from reality,
That the majority are fed up with you & now fallowing me!
(SEE PAN!C PT. 2 FOR THE REST OF THIS, ITS TOO LONG TO SUBMIT, BUT THIS IS NOT THE END)
evolve the thought process through words which can be interpreted as you choose to hear them, there are a few I choose to fear them!
They are not my words, the are my views,
these beliefs belong to me!
I have paid my dues & now need NO help to pull myself from these depths of pain!
I tried on my own but missing steps gave way to an ego of shame,
I am my own choices so there's no one else to blame!
Feeling passed over as I learn to disregard, the reality of the end as I'm thinking of the start.
So many beautiful moments, memories of a child's smile,
Visiting that feeling of love, on that perfect day, all worth while,
So gorgeous, the ugly could never outweigh the truth in a jury trial.
So, before their eyes, reborn, he came to life!
Rhythm man, rhythm man,
A risen man's a driven man, motivated to do all he can,
with a line in the sand, feet firm on the ground, to make a stand,
stand my ground, no pushin' or playin' around, drive to be crowned, amaze & astound, evolution new found, no matter the cost at any amount, I know what needs done, I will surmount!
I rap, I sing, I scream what I mean!
I growl, I prowl, & everything between!
Got styles for miles, I'm down like Charlie Sheen,
But I prevail & conquer, I defeat & exceed!
So now PANIC! PEOPLE PANIC! It's goin' down like the Titanic,
I'm alive, I'm pist & about to blow like I'm volcanic,
I'm satanic to your evil all you people & your static,
Genetic manic dependency stuck on what takes you from reality,
That the majority are fed up with you & now fallowing me!
(SEE PAN!C PT. 2 FOR THE REST OF THIS, ITS TOO LONG TO SUBMIT, BUT THIS IS NOT THE END)
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
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