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john17021984

Off With A Bang

When the chinese used fireworks for celebrations
They used a black powder called gunpowder, it has two
Practical uses for making harmess fireworks or creating
Explosions for rocket missiles during their wars, the same
Was also used for rifles and guns, they celebrated their
Chinese New Year with these exploading fireworks, but as
Time went on the gunpowder was used to make a huge
Explosion by a man called Guy Fawkes, he planned to blow
Up the British Houses of Parliament, his plan misfired and
He was caught along with his accomplices, and sent to jail.
England now celebrates this night as Guy Fawkes Night
It is on the 5th of November, and families get together
As they burn an effigy of Guy Fawkes on a bonfire.
They also have a large firework display during this event.
Yes gunpowder has many uses and it is used for good
Purposes as well as evil, it can be also used in Dynamite
An explosive which has been used in construction in
Various ways for good, or misused by theives to blow up
Bank vaults, but all these different variations of uses
The end result is that it nearly always goes off with a bang.
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
(January 2013) This is a little different from my usual poems as you will all find out when you read.... "Off With A Bang"
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cafetwo2010

A politician speaks

My fellow Americians I would like to speak
today on the school shootings
I think we should hxycklng and hughxcjjmvk
this situation more carefully..
Guns should be yzhvkjmkcbzggxjnjffccmmkc
or at least ckvmjxhxxcjcnc, and everybody
knows that a loaded gun might xkvkhxhmmvmm
and kill someone..
But! To be quite clear on this subject I HCJCVVxvgv
and hccddcvmjkfkvk jccj vkvvg cjvvkkmvvk mgvkbk
for the long term.
You, of course would say that I am full of shjfflbmmv
and bull mmmk.
We have a solution which is to talk this thing to death
until the next child gets shmmffkkktvv and ucmkkvhjpl.
I think I have made my case so get off my asshgbhvkkmk.
To be jcmgfcjkgvmkgmkkmmmik should show the world
how nuts we junogkkolkooblll are
Thank you-----
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Posted: Jan 2013
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mcradloff

You've been Nexflixed!

I was waiting with patience
For my Nexflix to come in the mail
The shiny red envelope was my favorite piece of mail
Where did you go?
I found out with a lot of prying on your website
You no longer allow just a dvd in the mail
You have to have the streaming first
Then you can add the dvd option for another eight bucks
You changed and seperated the two and I paid the 16 bucks for a while
Now you want me to pay for a service
I don't even use so I can get eight dvds in the mail a month
that would be two bucks a dvd
I can get them at the library for free
I can get them at Redbox for 1.29
Redbox doesn't charge a monthly fee either
I'd like to keep you around
but for now I have to say
bye bye!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I was supposed to get a Netflix on Tuesday and then waited till today to contact them and found out if I want their service I have to pay 16 bucks again. For now I'm going to get by like I used to, but I will miss my Nexflix.
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Unknown

Tis Mind Boggling!

Tis Mind Boggling!

Mine is not to reason why, mine is but to do or die!

Tis like seeing a sinking ship go under the water of a stormy sea.

Down goes marriage without a hope!

This is a dictionary question … Whether tis nobler to lose the centuries old premise of marriage, the dictionary says, marriage is a legal union of a man and a woman.

Or to take up a sea of troubles and change the dictionary’s significance and accept the new marriage revolution of the concept that marriage can also be between two individual men or between two individual woman whom can be married together under the eyes of the law.

Aye, there’s the rub forcing this upon the multitude, by lobbyists, government, power and money.

Whether tis nobler in the mind and the courts, to consummate this act by the minority, without the will of the majority.

Tis a shot-gun wedding by the Federal courts and the individual States. Does this man take this man or does this woman take this woman as their lawful spouse in the eyes of our new connived laws?

It use to be a man and woman in a mass of Holy or Civil matrimony was for the purpose of procreating children and family life … but what now?

Now to say the least, to promote such a radical change of centuries old tradition is mind boggling to the naive.

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Poem

Old Marriage style passing bye

Is the new fashion for you and I

Does man and woman’s marriage and their love stand a chance

Or do we live In a revolution of wanton hopeless romance
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Confused, I think I’d rather just live together! Lol

Tis not my place to judge!

The Multitude are on their own!

I have no opion,just an observation ...

Author
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Times change!

I have no opion just an observation!
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john17021984

Governments

Governments seem here to stay
With the public's money they waste away
On useless things that do the people no good
Get rid of governments I think we should.

We work and toil on our lands
While they take our money from our hands
A land of opportunity for some
A worker's work is never fun.

We try to build our homes to live
While governments drain us like a sieve
Debt they seem to pile up instead
With financial problems over our heads.

Our governments should look after us
Instead they treat us with disgust
Why do we have to put up with them
Those governments created by men.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
My second poem from my collection, about how governments reflect on everyday people's lives it could reflect any government or all governments around the world.
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john17021984

Ode To A Policeman

The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
This narrative poem is a retrospective view of the policeman, as seen through the eyes of most people.
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Unknown

Give to me your Love!

Passionate overflowing Love

I relish in your love

Put it in a very special place

No need for key, it’s in my heart

I have the image of your face

It’s a lovely painted picture of your grace

My love for you, over flows

Every day more it fulfills and grows

Like watching a ballerina dance

My Love is abound in a burning romantic trance

Lips of softness that I adore

I want to kiss them evermore

Passionate kisses all aglow

The kind that leaves no questions

My love you know

To take you in awaiting arms

To feel your wondrous seductive tender charms

To kiss the nape of that delicious neck of yours

Awaits my very being

To feel your heart tremble and beat as mine

To want us to forever bind

I have such a overwhelming love for you

I know you care, I really do!

Never push my lips away

They want you so … more every day!

Oh! What pleasures you have done to me

Given me your love eternally

Never, never set me free!

Romance is in the eye of the beholder

You are mine and I am yours

Burning Kisses from my heart

Adieu!

Poet

JimEee
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Passionate Love ~ are you the one?
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steve1223

One Time, Once Too Many

You can’t see what’s inside of me
You think that I am empty
All you see is a blank staring face
And a mouth constantly drooling

You make fun of me, call me names
Say that I’m wasting air breathing
It pains me so these words I hear
You don’t know I can hear you

There is no way to let you know
That I'm here, inside of me
I think and feel just like you do
But there’s no way I can tell you

So count your blessings while you can
For life is so uncertain
Before I drove whilst I was drunk
My life was fairly normal

My luck ran out, I’d pushed too far
This was one time, once too many
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Unfortunately I get so busy that I have very little time to be on here ...
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mcradloff

Barack Obama's Dad

He was born in Kenya
He went to Hawaii
He married a woman there
They had Barack Obama
His friends called him Barry
He left his wife
He left his son
He eventually went back to Kenya
He had eight children in total
With three different women
He was verbally abusive to his last wife and children
He drove drunk
He killed one man
He lost his legs and had metal legs
He died hitting a gum tree stump
While driving drunk
He has been dead for 20 years
Will his son get another four years in the White House?
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I just got done watching 2016. I also read the book about Barack Obama. It reminds me of the George Carlin quote, "All the evil in the world, all the evil in the world is the result of what fathers do to their sons."
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Nuwahri61

second hand

most of my stuff is second hand
not by desire more by demand
it has a history all of its own
from house to house a character grown

the couch has come from twentyfive years past
the old couple i bought it off made it last
a little bit threadbare but thats ok
its as comfortable as the very first day

a garage sale supplied my table an chairs
it had been repaired but i dont care
the fabric faded but the finish good
a little polish an its lovely wood

the tv's a corker i bought from my son
who just happened to be given it from his mum
well now it mine an i think i've been done
cause it doesnt work when i want it to run

a four piece cane setting down to three
its from the outlaws an it was free
its still in good nick i might add
it has a place where it is glad

a coffe table i picked up out or the dump
in a big skip where the recycling is done
all by itself perfectly standing true
placed by someone who used to love you

its camphor laurel a pest around these parts
but with a cut an polish its a beautiful art
amazing to me i was showing a bloke
what you could find to raise your stoke

his jaw dropped when he did see
what i had what came up with me
he couldn't believe what people would do
to get rid of the clutter an the glue

well thats about all that i own
an there's a warmth in here that has grown
it comes from the pieces of stuff that live
in this home........... a place of give
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
just my stuff .......ha ha
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