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Good Presidents
How many presidents have been truely good?
I say only three
John Kennedy Teddy Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln
Kennedy took us to the moon
Kennedy tried to get rid of the Federal Reserve
He got shot by people in government who didn't want him to do that
Teddy Roosevelt also tried to control corrupt rich men
Teddy established the first national park
Yellowstone National Park
He refused to shoot a bear that was tied to a tree
He felt is was unsportsman to shoot a defenseless bear
The teddy bear is named after him because of his honor
Lincoln freed the slaves
Lincoln kept our country together
Lincoln refused to allow revenge against the south
So our country could be united
So which was the worst?
Take your pic
There's plenty to choose from
Obama, Bush Sr and Jr
Clinton, Reagan and Carter
Oh My!
I say only three
John Kennedy Teddy Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln
Kennedy took us to the moon
Kennedy tried to get rid of the Federal Reserve
He got shot by people in government who didn't want him to do that
Teddy Roosevelt also tried to control corrupt rich men
Teddy established the first national park
Yellowstone National Park
He refused to shoot a bear that was tied to a tree
He felt is was unsportsman to shoot a defenseless bear
The teddy bear is named after him because of his honor
Lincoln freed the slaves
Lincoln kept our country together
Lincoln refused to allow revenge against the south
So our country could be united
So which was the worst?
Take your pic
There's plenty to choose from
Obama, Bush Sr and Jr
Clinton, Reagan and Carter
Oh My!
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Today is President's Day. Just think about some of the presidents and what some have done for good. Even the really bad ones did some good. Bush Jr. gave some money for AIDS for Africa.
The city I Blame..
The city i blame the city every corner i turn they all look the same right back where i started the city i blame the selfish ones that win the helpless ones in flight the lonely ones who lost the fight the city i blame walking around this town keeping me feet on the ground turning a blind eye but every corner i turn walking away but i could never get away the city i blame
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
not a good one but i guess some thing is better then nothing lol...hhahaha
Trip To Paris
I open my door
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
my visit to paris
What A Day
What A Day
It all started when I woke up this morning
There was a cat in my bed
What’s that I said?
A cat named Fred
Was in my bed.
Then the cat named Fred
Hopped out of my bed
And chased a rat
And sat on the mat
And that’s that
I SAW A LITTLE butterfly
I saw a little butterfly
And he was ever so high
Up in the sky.
Then I saw a bunny rabbit
And I tried to grab it.
Then I saw a frog
Sitting on a log
I gave it a poke
And it gave a croak.
HALLOWEEN IS HERE NEXT WEEK
Halloween is coming
Yippee Yippee
And its only one week away
Hooray Hooray
And ghosts will give you a scare
Wooooooo Wooooooo
Witches will be on their brooms
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Skeletons will rattle their bones
Rattle Rattle Rattle
All of the doors creaked closed
Creeeeeek Creeeeeek
It all started when I woke up this morning
There was a cat in my bed
What’s that I said?
A cat named Fred
Was in my bed.
Then the cat named Fred
Hopped out of my bed
And chased a rat
And sat on the mat
And that’s that
I SAW A LITTLE butterfly
I saw a little butterfly
And he was ever so high
Up in the sky.
Then I saw a bunny rabbit
And I tried to grab it.
Then I saw a frog
Sitting on a log
I gave it a poke
And it gave a croak.
HALLOWEEN IS HERE NEXT WEEK
Halloween is coming
Yippee Yippee
And its only one week away
Hooray Hooray
And ghosts will give you a scare
Wooooooo Wooooooo
Witches will be on their brooms
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Skeletons will rattle their bones
Rattle Rattle Rattle
All of the doors creaked closed
Creeeeeek Creeeeeek
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
These are poems my daughter wrote when she was 10...A song of mystical beauty
The silence,
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.
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Posted: Aug 2009
Post CommentHere it comes
Oh year! Oh year! where did you go,
Will the next be any better we would all like to know.
I ask the new will you make us glad,
That this time this coming year will not be as bad.
It's no stopping the quickness,' as we have served ones like you before
A different number a different date that we know are in store...
So out with the old in with the new
And thank God for the red white and blue.
Will the next be any better we would all like to know.
I ask the new will you make us glad,
That this time this coming year will not be as bad.
It's no stopping the quickness,' as we have served ones like you before
A different number a different date that we know are in store...
So out with the old in with the new
And thank God for the red white and blue.
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Posted: Jan 2010
Post CommentA Mans Battle With Balding-Donut Hair
MAN VS. DONUT HAIR - MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
musicianfriend
TO BE BALD..OR TO HAVE DONUT HAIR...THAT IS THE QUESTION!!
Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house..
Not a creature was stirring..
Not even my spouse..
The Stockings were hung
by the chimney with care..
In hopes that St Nicholas
would bring him some hair..
His head it was balding
Hair fell in his lap..
We look at each other ..
And started to laugh..
But what to my wondering eyes
should appear
but one little follicle
inside of his ear
That little ole driver
grew steady and quick
The next thing you knew..
I gave it a lick
My husband was moved
he called me by name..
and after that nite
we were never the same..
From the top of his head
To his skinny ole chin..
hes shaved them away
then grew them again...
They looked like ants
before the clippers did fly...
those sweet little follicles...
.
fell over his thy...
He questioned himself
did he do the right thing..
so he grew them all back...
He looked like a King...
He looked like a mountainman
all fury like Fred
except for that donut
on top of his head...
(donut...the ring of hair around the head when the top at the back has fell out..)
He tired to cover it...
did all that he could...
he painted he colored..
but did him no good
He remembered a man..
all shaven and keen.....
That handsome young man...
They called Mr Clean..
He used ingenuity...
He used common sense..
He shaved it all off...
what a handsome gent...
My husband is happy....
No outings to dread
The donuts all gone..
from top of his head..
The moral to this story...
Is simple and true...
Shave off your hair..
and save on shampoo
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR....
LAUGHTER DOETH GOOD.....LIKE A MERRY MEDICINE!
musicianfriend
TO BE BALD..OR TO HAVE DONUT HAIR...THAT IS THE QUESTION!!
Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house..
Not a creature was stirring..
Not even my spouse..
The Stockings were hung
by the chimney with care..
In hopes that St Nicholas
would bring him some hair..
His head it was balding
Hair fell in his lap..
We look at each other ..
And started to laugh..
But what to my wondering eyes
should appear
but one little follicle
inside of his ear
That little ole driver
grew steady and quick
The next thing you knew..
I gave it a lick
My husband was moved
he called me by name..
and after that nite
we were never the same..
From the top of his head
To his skinny ole chin..
hes shaved them away
then grew them again...
They looked like ants
before the clippers did fly...
those sweet little follicles...
.
fell over his thy...
He questioned himself
did he do the right thing..
so he grew them all back...
He looked like a King...
He looked like a mountainman
all fury like Fred
except for that donut
on top of his head...
(donut...the ring of hair around the head when the top at the back has fell out..)
He tired to cover it...
did all that he could...
he painted he colored..
but did him no good
He remembered a man..
all shaven and keen.....
That handsome young man...
They called Mr Clean..
He used ingenuity...
He used common sense..
He shaved it all off...
what a handsome gent...
My husband is happy....
No outings to dread
The donuts all gone..
from top of his head..
The moral to this story...
Is simple and true...
Shave off your hair..
and save on shampoo
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR....
LAUGHTER DOETH GOOD.....LIKE A MERRY MEDICINE!
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Posted: Mar 2010
Post Comment
at the cottage
The wilderness country setting blue waters
Cottage life full of different settings
I enjoy walking throught the woods in the bright morning
refreshing relaxing always something different to see
Twice a week they have horse racing
sometimes on the weekend they play bingo
It is all an interesting setting
The air is fresh
the grass is green
sunsets are relaxing
rainbows cirlce the waters
birds are chirping
People are enjoything the quiet times
nature is full of surprises
come out and stay a while
Cottage life full of different settings
I enjoy walking throught the woods in the bright morning
refreshing relaxing always something different to see
Twice a week they have horse racing
sometimes on the weekend they play bingo
It is all an interesting setting
The air is fresh
the grass is green
sunsets are relaxing
rainbows cirlce the waters
birds are chirping
People are enjoything the quiet times
nature is full of surprises
come out and stay a while
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
heading out to the woods for the long weekendcottage life is relaxing
a break from reality
fun times for everyone
Blessings and love to all
Merry christmas
Merry Christmas to you
I hope your shopping
all through
is your cards all sent out
if not what that all about
merry christmas to you\
a toast of wine
also to bring in the new year
hurry before you run out
of time
Dont for forget the toys
for all the girls
and boys
merry christmas to you
I hope it a healthy
and safe one
all year through
I hope your shopping
all through
is your cards all sent out
if not what that all about
merry christmas to you\
a toast of wine
also to bring in the new year
hurry before you run out
of time
Dont for forget the toys
for all the girls
and boys
merry christmas to you
I hope it a healthy
and safe one
all year through
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
just a christmas short poem
~~~~~HAPPY HOILDAYS TO POET CORNER~~~~~
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Trick-Or-Treat smell my feet something like this when all of the kids are rushing out to get their bags so full of candy...
Boo it is the lovely time of the year for Pumpkin Pie and many scary costumes and kids having fun, the hayrack rides and the laughter of the fall time when kids are jumping in all the many of the different colored leaves of fall.....
Halloween is the hoilday before Thanksgiving and it is short but fun and Thanksgiving we fix Turkey,dressing,corn,potato's ,gravey,yams, breads and pies and cookies it is a time to remember the Pilgrams who came to AMERICA......
Hope we all on here at poet corner have a safe Holloween and Thanksgiving for 2011 year and a Jolly one full of food and fun and a safe one if that......
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
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