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No PC For Me
I DO NOT and WILL NOT live in Political Correctness, as I am responsible for my Feelings and I expect ALL in my circle of friends to be Responsible for theirs. I respect your feelings thou they are yours and not mine, BE RESPONSIBLE For Yourself.
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
Policital Correctness is a Liberal Disease, ALWAYS tell and live within your truths
Century 21
'This ain't rock'n'roll-this is genocide!- David Bowie, from 'Diamond Dogs'
-A Century 21 production..
CENTURY 21
Glittering towers and
Twisting spires of glass and marble
Wretched slums and poverty
It's the 21st century...
Deep space probes
And everything-o-phobes
High class jet-set
And a child with no shoes
It's the 21st century...
Civil wars
And satellites
Dropping bombs
And human rights
It's the 21st century...
The height of
Human history
And stolen kids and misery
With politician parasites
It's the 21st century...
Great strides
In technology
And vast disease
And travesty
It's the 21st century...
-A Century 21 production..
CENTURY 21
Glittering towers and
Twisting spires of glass and marble
Wretched slums and poverty
It's the 21st century...
Deep space probes
And everything-o-phobes
High class jet-set
And a child with no shoes
It's the 21st century...
Civil wars
And satellites
Dropping bombs
And human rights
It's the 21st century...
The height of
Human history
And stolen kids and misery
With politician parasites
It's the 21st century...
Great strides
In technology
And vast disease
And travesty
It's the 21st century...
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
The hypocrisy and contradictions of our world in century 21...vast knowledge, huge wealth, yet war, poverty, disease and suffering are rampant, while others enjoy fantastic comforts and luxuries...Twas The Night Before Elections
Twas The Night Before Elections
Twas the night before elections and all through the town
Tempers were flaring and emotion were up and down
There in my PJ's my dinner plate in my lap
I shut off the TV being so tired of the political crap
When all of a sudden there arose such a noise
I peered out my window to see Obama coming with his boys
They had come for my wallet and were wanting all my pay
To hand it out to all their followers who had never worked a day
Obama grinned as he snatched up my money quick as a wink
And jumped back on his band wagon as I gagged from the stink
He rallied his evil henchmen that were chained to his cart
It's clear they were out to tear the good ole USA apart
On Fannie, on Freddie, on Biden, on Ayres
On Acorn, on Pelosi he screamed at his horrible pairs
They took off for Obama's evil cause and as they flew out of sight
They were laughing at the nation that refused to stand up and fight
Now here is where I must leave you all, I have just this one final note!!
IF YOU DON'T WANT SOCIALISM GET YOUR A$$ OUT AND VOTE!
Twas the night before elections and all through the town
Tempers were flaring and emotion were up and down
There in my PJ's my dinner plate in my lap
I shut off the TV being so tired of the political crap
When all of a sudden there arose such a noise
I peered out my window to see Obama coming with his boys
They had come for my wallet and were wanting all my pay
To hand it out to all their followers who had never worked a day
Obama grinned as he snatched up my money quick as a wink
And jumped back on his band wagon as I gagged from the stink
He rallied his evil henchmen that were chained to his cart
It's clear they were out to tear the good ole USA apart
On Fannie, on Freddie, on Biden, on Ayres
On Acorn, on Pelosi he screamed at his horrible pairs
They took off for Obama's evil cause and as they flew out of sight
They were laughing at the nation that refused to stand up and fight
Now here is where I must leave you all, I have just this one final note!!
IF YOU DON'T WANT SOCIALISM GET YOUR A$$ OUT AND VOTE!
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
I think you will get my point
Cylce
Who are you to give advice?
When you're also skating on thin ice,
Maybe a lot of times I don't make sense,
but at the end of the day I try my hardest to repent.
Contridicters play their harp,
disapointment in my heart.
Liars somehow to gain trust,
...but why play into the hate and continue to thrust?
We are on giant floating rock in space
no bottom, no top and no gates.
Space continues forever,
the unseens we will never treasure.
The bible to show us,
human being to throw us.
Give recognition for at least something above,
deny, push away you will never feel love
When you're also skating on thin ice,
Maybe a lot of times I don't make sense,
but at the end of the day I try my hardest to repent.
Contridicters play their harp,
disapointment in my heart.
Liars somehow to gain trust,
...but why play into the hate and continue to thrust?
We are on giant floating rock in space
no bottom, no top and no gates.
Space continues forever,
the unseens we will never treasure.
The bible to show us,
human being to throw us.
Give recognition for at least something above,
deny, push away you will never feel love
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Posted: Aug 2012
Post CommentTo Hard
Mum
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth baby
but why mum
why
because baby
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to baby
to listen to
fake news
why mum
because baby
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth baby
but why mum
why
because baby
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to baby
to listen to
fake news
why mum
because baby
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create
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Posted: Aug 2017
Post Comment
Interaction
How is it how you interact
Can you communicate with ease
Can you deliver what you want known
Or do you just freeze
Do you have a silver tongue
That sneaks behind their guard
An loosens up their credibility
An opens up their heart
Be it the old lady down the road
Or the kid behind the counter
Can you treat both the same
An enjoy the banter
What about the aggro dude
Who's so into himself
Or maybe the ordinary girl
Whose confidence is on the shelf
What about the drunk
Whose life is somewhere lost
Or the rich fella in the suit
Who never wonders about the cost
Be it black white yellow or green
I dont really care
As long as i have interaction
Then communication i"ll share
For everyone has something to offer
No matter how it is portrayed
The value of such does differ
A long as the genuiness is paid
Paid by respect to whats on offer
Simple vision an simple terms
A nod a wink an honest smile
An conversation looms
Can you communicate with ease
Can you deliver what you want known
Or do you just freeze
Do you have a silver tongue
That sneaks behind their guard
An loosens up their credibility
An opens up their heart
Be it the old lady down the road
Or the kid behind the counter
Can you treat both the same
An enjoy the banter
What about the aggro dude
Who's so into himself
Or maybe the ordinary girl
Whose confidence is on the shelf
What about the drunk
Whose life is somewhere lost
Or the rich fella in the suit
Who never wonders about the cost
Be it black white yellow or green
I dont really care
As long as i have interaction
Then communication i"ll share
For everyone has something to offer
No matter how it is portrayed
The value of such does differ
A long as the genuiness is paid
Paid by respect to whats on offer
Simple vision an simple terms
A nod a wink an honest smile
An conversation looms
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
just wondering how people interact..........
online today!How Many Have to Die?
Bewildered as black people we stand between friends and foes, merging from different forms of slavery, but yet to be free; abandoned by the promise of forty acres and a mule to stake their lot. From the righteous ambition of this ill-fated notion we rose from the ashes destined for something greater that failure or death. Political powers, indifference and contempt fuels impartial protection before a democratic system that has vowed to serve and protect all citizens without compromise or bias.
How Many Have to Die?
Alluded prejudices based on color or race deepens insensitiveness to seek the element of truth. Hatred embedded in leadership is regressive in the soul of democracy, manifested with no palpable gain. Retrogression is social desire in opposition to progress and social movement. Education is commissioned to teach tolerance and understanding without self-sacrificing indifferences as hatred, envy or strife.
How Many Have to Die?
Assimilation through self- assertion is a natural process; the disenfranchisement of any race should come into question without silent submission; notably protecting human dignity and life should not be seen as revolt or revenge but an act of poetic justice by the masses. The irony of blindly sighted mistrust along color or race lines is a paradox of fear and the impetus of race prejudice and a breeding ground for deep seated hatred and justified murder.
How Many Have to Die?
Reconciliation was once a growing spirit equitable to race healing but largely an experiment leaving no one responsible for the wrongs to aid and abet the national crime of slavery. Emancipation became industrialized slavery under “Jim Crow” and civic deaths of blacks divided our nation and killed the power to heal. Blacks have strived mightily to help themselves, but it is second or aroused by the richer environing groups; set on unorthodox practices to kill the human spirit. Enslaved minds are boldly desecrated with deep seeded roots that dawns our nation’s history. The darkness can be lifted through the rebuilding of our vision not to relive past mistakes rooted in society like scattered stones.
How Many Have to Die?
We must hasten the journey of change and stop the burying of our young before they had a chance to live. “Stand Your Ground” is legalized street justice occupying space no one owns. All are not silent on this unfenced notion of legal justice waddling down justice path. Did we forget to close the gate hinged on past history or is fear and hatred so deeply seated we lost our ability to care. Let not our life’s journey stop here starring at a law that has so blindly crept into our civilized society under the veil of race hatred hidden under the hood of justice. Does “Stand Your Ground” disenfranchise our freedom or did the citizens of Florida vote themselves into a revolution of war and justified murder?
Just How Many have To Die?
How Many Have to Die?
Alluded prejudices based on color or race deepens insensitiveness to seek the element of truth. Hatred embedded in leadership is regressive in the soul of democracy, manifested with no palpable gain. Retrogression is social desire in opposition to progress and social movement. Education is commissioned to teach tolerance and understanding without self-sacrificing indifferences as hatred, envy or strife.
How Many Have to Die?
Assimilation through self- assertion is a natural process; the disenfranchisement of any race should come into question without silent submission; notably protecting human dignity and life should not be seen as revolt or revenge but an act of poetic justice by the masses. The irony of blindly sighted mistrust along color or race lines is a paradox of fear and the impetus of race prejudice and a breeding ground for deep seated hatred and justified murder.
How Many Have to Die?
Reconciliation was once a growing spirit equitable to race healing but largely an experiment leaving no one responsible for the wrongs to aid and abet the national crime of slavery. Emancipation became industrialized slavery under “Jim Crow” and civic deaths of blacks divided our nation and killed the power to heal. Blacks have strived mightily to help themselves, but it is second or aroused by the richer environing groups; set on unorthodox practices to kill the human spirit. Enslaved minds are boldly desecrated with deep seeded roots that dawns our nation’s history. The darkness can be lifted through the rebuilding of our vision not to relive past mistakes rooted in society like scattered stones.
How Many Have to Die?
We must hasten the journey of change and stop the burying of our young before they had a chance to live. “Stand Your Ground” is legalized street justice occupying space no one owns. All are not silent on this unfenced notion of legal justice waddling down justice path. Did we forget to close the gate hinged on past history or is fear and hatred so deeply seated we lost our ability to care. Let not our life’s journey stop here starring at a law that has so blindly crept into our civilized society under the veil of race hatred hidden under the hood of justice. Does “Stand Your Ground” disenfranchise our freedom or did the citizens of Florida vote themselves into a revolution of war and justified murder?
Just How Many have To Die?
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Posted: Aug 2014
Post CommentThe forgotten generation!
Life is Life,with all it"s bending,
no matter what ever it is trending
Starting with the hardship all,
freedom and survival as the goal.
There was no more than your self,
and nobody there to give you help.
All you had where your hands,
and in the hourglass running down sands.
Day out Day in,working with no end,
all you made,in Trains you had to send.
The payment was of reason wrong,
that made the cry,your evening song.
The sacrifice broke down on your Soul,
but proud as people,you still kept it as hole.
From left to right,you work together,
your Fathers land could not be given to whoever.
But one Day the Sun was shining bright,
that was when the last Train went out of sight.
The seeds of better Life had been sown ,
with hopes of never apart to be torn.
But as the Life is always going to be,
without lessons we forget and can not see.
The sacrifice of People brave in past,
have just gone down the drain to never last.
Respect and care for older generations are not there,
they are only burden,no matter even left in tear.
Once they walked trough the hardship,for people all,
still as forgotten generation,the hardship is again as call.
no matter what ever it is trending
Starting with the hardship all,
freedom and survival as the goal.
There was no more than your self,
and nobody there to give you help.
All you had where your hands,
and in the hourglass running down sands.
Day out Day in,working with no end,
all you made,in Trains you had to send.
The payment was of reason wrong,
that made the cry,your evening song.
The sacrifice broke down on your Soul,
but proud as people,you still kept it as hole.
From left to right,you work together,
your Fathers land could not be given to whoever.
But one Day the Sun was shining bright,
that was when the last Train went out of sight.
The seeds of better Life had been sown ,
with hopes of never apart to be torn.
But as the Life is always going to be,
without lessons we forget and can not see.
The sacrifice of People brave in past,
have just gone down the drain to never last.
Respect and care for older generations are not there,
they are only burden,no matter even left in tear.
Once they walked trough the hardship,for people all,
still as forgotten generation,the hardship is again as call.
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
This Poem is about the old generation in Finland,about the People,that faced the war against Soviet Union and the next generation,that is my generation.....we did not start the war,but in the end,they made us Finns the war criminals and they took a lot of Land from us and also we had to pay almost an impossible amount in products,what we was sending with trains to them.We had no choice,as our independence was on stake....12 to 16 hours every day,the food we got with coupons only.
We had to put up a completely new industry and thank's to USA,they lend us Money,we was able to do the task.
When the last Train went over the border to Soviet Union,we knew,that we had done it and we was a free country and in the same time we had available a heavy industry and we could export and make big profit after that.
Finland rose like a Fenix from the ashes and in the next 10-15 years with still hard working People we we made one of the best Countries in the world to live in...we just made it to the top.
But little by little,the younger generation,that did not know and did not care about the hardship we older generation had gone trough,just start to destroy the fruits we had done for them and in these days,there are almost nothing left of the brightness from before.
All to that,the old generations are now retired and many in old peoples Home,where children have forget them almost completely....many retired people live with a daily porridge and forgotten by them self....all to that, in the old Peoples home,the more weak one are left in alone in the bed for 5-6 days in their own urinate and excrement ....nobody really care about them and one lady show in public how her Father had about 2 inch long nails on his foots.....she also told,that she had change him to different homes several times and in every place,there have been no care.
When the Refugees came in,they was giving good food and care,but nobody care about the old People.....they collected Phones,computers and good cloths for the Refugees,but the Old People live with so little social support,that many of them don't have any Phones or for sure no computers....in fact it is so bad situation,that every time I hear about it,I"m in tears.
These old People,that faced the almost impossible hardship in the war and soon after that,is again in the end of their life facing similar almost impossible hardship.....many People support heavily the Tomcat refugees,that have run over the border to Finland and when I came up with the opinion in FB,that they should also help and support their own old People in their horrible situation,then they cut me out from their friends list.
This is why this Poem realized it self from my Heart and it is telling how I feel about the Fate of the,"Forgotten Generation".
Death in a Coal Mine (Child Miners)
Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal
Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now
Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus
The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter
We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me
I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me
Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare
Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here
Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around
I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye
I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her
The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal
Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now
Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus
The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter
We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me
I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me
Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare
Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here
Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around
I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye
I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her
The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
Sadly children as young as five were sent down into the mines and should there be a cave in it was more economical to leave them there and keep mining in a different direction. Thousands of children perished working in mines.TRUTH II
Democracy makes it easier for low life suits to set the guilty scum free
most often culminating in more families being shattered needlessly
I wouldn't suggest justice never prevails because occasionally it does
'Justice For All'... indubitably the most fallacious promise that ever was
American democracy first and foremost assures the relevant rich excel
and equally instrumental in our country turning into an un-American hell
Our Nation becomes less of an America with each passing day
many more patriots certainly agree with every word I display
Pretzel laws of democracy guarantee injustice will always reign here
apparently governments purpose is keeping society in constant fear
If they truly cared about our welfare like they mendaciously declare
they'd cut their ridiculous salaries which would help pay for health care
Prove allegiance to 'We the People' by actually acting on our behalf
start by limiting Big businesses ability to give public the shaft
You politicians are only about power and prestige and us you deceive
TRUTH is you know all are not given equal opportunity to achieve
It's unconscionable that folks are starving and living on our city streets
the wealthiest Nation could house the homeless and assure everyone eats
Here the rich get richer with no care for the indigent who go without
just another injustice indicative of what Americas' mostly about!
most often culminating in more families being shattered needlessly
I wouldn't suggest justice never prevails because occasionally it does
'Justice For All'... indubitably the most fallacious promise that ever was
American democracy first and foremost assures the relevant rich excel
and equally instrumental in our country turning into an un-American hell
Our Nation becomes less of an America with each passing day
many more patriots certainly agree with every word I display
Pretzel laws of democracy guarantee injustice will always reign here
apparently governments purpose is keeping society in constant fear
If they truly cared about our welfare like they mendaciously declare
they'd cut their ridiculous salaries which would help pay for health care
Prove allegiance to 'We the People' by actually acting on our behalf
start by limiting Big businesses ability to give public the shaft
You politicians are only about power and prestige and us you deceive
TRUTH is you know all are not given equal opportunity to achieve
It's unconscionable that folks are starving and living on our city streets
the wealthiest Nation could house the homeless and assure everyone eats
Here the rich get richer with no care for the indigent who go without
just another injustice indicative of what Americas' mostly about!
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Truth... We deserve it!Added verse 7/26/17
Tweaked 9/12/17
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