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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
Forgotten Mom
All I talked about was you
The months before you were home
Not a call or a text, but on facebook
I find out your home like everyone else
She got the surprise
A hug she could not even give
I'd given you hugs and kisses
And said I'm so proud and cry
I know you never meant to hurt me
But that night I cried like a baby
A mother needs to know she's loved
Just like a son needs to be proud of
I wanted to know when you'd be home
So I could arrange some time to spend
You could not give me that
Yet it was the night before you left
You still haven't changed
Still avoiding situations
Like not knowing how to tell people
You just want to hang with friends
But I'm YOUR MOM dammit
I think I have the right
To see you more than once
The 2 weeks you're home from Kuwait
Maybe I wasn't a good mom
Is this really what you think
But you won't tell me
Cause you'll avoid that just the same
She texted me to let me know you'd be home
So I called and texted,
I'm home on facebook you said
Yet no reply I got
Your actions speak louder
Than the few words you say
I see where I stand
In your small world you stay
The months before you were home
Not a call or a text, but on facebook
I find out your home like everyone else
She got the surprise
A hug she could not even give
I'd given you hugs and kisses
And said I'm so proud and cry
I know you never meant to hurt me
But that night I cried like a baby
A mother needs to know she's loved
Just like a son needs to be proud of
I wanted to know when you'd be home
So I could arrange some time to spend
You could not give me that
Yet it was the night before you left
You still haven't changed
Still avoiding situations
Like not knowing how to tell people
You just want to hang with friends
But I'm YOUR MOM dammit
I think I have the right
To see you more than once
The 2 weeks you're home from Kuwait
Maybe I wasn't a good mom
Is this really what you think
But you won't tell me
Cause you'll avoid that just the same
She texted me to let me know you'd be home
So I called and texted,
I'm home on facebook you said
Yet no reply I got
Your actions speak louder
Than the few words you say
I see where I stand
In your small world you stay
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
My Son coming from leave from the Army for the first time. His Step Mom got the video surprise on Utube, I found out he was home on facebook like everybody else... I cried for days...911 - The Sound of Chaos
I remember I woke to the sound of chaos
First I thought it was another bombing in Iraq
Turned off the radio and turned on the news flash
I couldn't believe there was an attack
All those people caught in panic and terror
When the first tower fell, I thought it was an error
Then the second deflated like a bag of air
But with the utmost costly despair
All those people running for their lives
I couldn't believe it, to see such demise
Fear and disbelief running rampant
An un-waking hideous nightmare of time
The news cut in, and said the pentagon was hit
Oh my god I thought, could this be it?
I looked up to the skies as I drove to work
I hear there's another plane, but it hit the earth
They said it was headed for the Sears Tower
I tried calling my husband, there weren't available towers
I tried calling on my way to work
My husband worked at the Sears Tower
I arrived at work, I tried calling again
What's happening? Why aren't you answering?
Pacing the floor, tapping the phone
Come on Honey, pick up the phone
I felt guilty as hell because of where I sat
He could have been Bin Laden's target
When I heard they changed their route
I rush came over me, and I let it all out
Those brave souls on that plane made sure
It would not reach the destination of horror
Instead took their own lives
To an certain deadly detour
We finally spoke, I was overjoyed
He was as scared as a little boy
He said panic and hysteria filled the air
He wanted to be home, it was all that mattered
He said the train station was packed and scared
People were jumping the tracks
They were just looking to be safe
The building was evacuated just in case
But once on the train
He said there was an eerie silence
Someone had a radio
That played the news of that day
A sigh of relief as they drove further away
No one on that train will forget that day
They could have been the next to die that day
And instead they go home and feel safe again
I never felt so happy about a plane crashing
But my husband, my life, my everything
Was not going to die, at least not that day
I thank the passengers that gave their lives that day
They knew they would never
See their families again
They knew they were traveling
As a human time bomb that day
The parents, the wives, the sons and daughters
Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers
I pray for the families who lost their loved ones
I cannot even imagine how they felt
First I thought it was another bombing in Iraq
Turned off the radio and turned on the news flash
I couldn't believe there was an attack
All those people caught in panic and terror
When the first tower fell, I thought it was an error
Then the second deflated like a bag of air
But with the utmost costly despair
All those people running for their lives
I couldn't believe it, to see such demise
Fear and disbelief running rampant
An un-waking hideous nightmare of time
The news cut in, and said the pentagon was hit
Oh my god I thought, could this be it?
I looked up to the skies as I drove to work
I hear there's another plane, but it hit the earth
They said it was headed for the Sears Tower
I tried calling my husband, there weren't available towers
I tried calling on my way to work
My husband worked at the Sears Tower
I arrived at work, I tried calling again
What's happening? Why aren't you answering?
Pacing the floor, tapping the phone
Come on Honey, pick up the phone
I felt guilty as hell because of where I sat
He could have been Bin Laden's target
When I heard they changed their route
I rush came over me, and I let it all out
Those brave souls on that plane made sure
It would not reach the destination of horror
Instead took their own lives
To an certain deadly detour
We finally spoke, I was overjoyed
He was as scared as a little boy
He said panic and hysteria filled the air
He wanted to be home, it was all that mattered
He said the train station was packed and scared
People were jumping the tracks
They were just looking to be safe
The building was evacuated just in case
But once on the train
He said there was an eerie silence
Someone had a radio
That played the news of that day
A sigh of relief as they drove further away
No one on that train will forget that day
They could have been the next to die that day
And instead they go home and feel safe again
I never felt so happy about a plane crashing
But my husband, my life, my everything
Was not going to die, at least not that day
I thank the passengers that gave their lives that day
They knew they would never
See their families again
They knew they were traveling
As a human time bomb that day
The parents, the wives, the sons and daughters
Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers
I pray for the families who lost their loved ones
I cannot even imagine how they felt
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
To the Hero's who gave their lives that day...
Who Am I Kidding
Who am I kidding
The world doesn't know me
And know me never will
What am I saying
Said it before
Saying it still
Like a song about a river
But never to cross it in style
No I never will
Then where am I going
Nowhere I feel
My home has allways been a place
Never upon but over the hill
Who am I kidding
The world doesn't know me
And know me never will
The world doesn't know me
And know me never will
What am I saying
Said it before
Saying it still
Like a song about a river
But never to cross it in style
No I never will
Then where am I going
Nowhere I feel
My home has allways been a place
Never upon but over the hill
Who am I kidding
The world doesn't know me
And know me never will
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
saying it stillThe big theater
The grey curtain rising down…
You had a choice…
Be on stage, o background corner
Would you use your opportunity to last?
Have you ever thought such moment would come?
Making memory
Nothing to go back for, nothing to feel pain for
All you had was happiness and sorrow
Was your best
Have you ever thought if there might be something else, something further, anything to forget?
You are smiling, not with your face
You might cry, not for your past
You are thinking, what else to last for, or not for at all…
Tided to a tree with roots that dance a gipsy song
You fly above the roof of the Theater, and seek for someone’s nest.
Dying, in an imaginational discovery
You are deciding to follow, or to became the only tower, for your days
You are sighting, such a real, supposed memory of the future:
Further, curly, burning, stunning…
All of it in your feet, all of it to believe, in those…
You don’t know yet.
The Big Theater shuts down all lights of color
And after those the black and whites shuts down alone
The Big Theater still there, untouchable, as a purple stone
The Theater that so long, so long you was trying to cross edge to edge
Is whispering, in unknown language, a never heard song
Because of your choice, the one you had, and the choice, you keep, unforgotten, in your voice.
You had a choice…
Be on stage, o background corner
Would you use your opportunity to last?
Have you ever thought such moment would come?
Making memory
Nothing to go back for, nothing to feel pain for
All you had was happiness and sorrow
Was your best
Have you ever thought if there might be something else, something further, anything to forget?
You are smiling, not with your face
You might cry, not for your past
You are thinking, what else to last for, or not for at all…
Tided to a tree with roots that dance a gipsy song
You fly above the roof of the Theater, and seek for someone’s nest.
Dying, in an imaginational discovery
You are deciding to follow, or to became the only tower, for your days
You are sighting, such a real, supposed memory of the future:
Further, curly, burning, stunning…
All of it in your feet, all of it to believe, in those…
You don’t know yet.
The Big Theater shuts down all lights of color
And after those the black and whites shuts down alone
The Big Theater still there, untouchable, as a purple stone
The Theater that so long, so long you was trying to cross edge to edge
Is whispering, in unknown language, a never heard song
Because of your choice, the one you had, and the choice, you keep, unforgotten, in your voice.
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Posted: Dec 2012
Post CommentEdge-u-may-kay-shun?
I don’t need your Edge-u-may-kay-shun!
For me it aint got no relations
You can take your tangents, co sins and things
When I leave school, I is gonna be famous and sing
Music lesson?, woman listen stop stressin
They got music dictators and shit to take care of it
I got it all sorted, me and Bianca have fought it all out
She has a mate that cleans the floors for that Simon Cowell
She going to bang him a couple of our rhymes
And then roll on wiff all the good times
You can keep your Edge-u-may-kay-shun
I don’t need that stuff, I got talent I can sing
For me it aint got no relations
You can take your tangents, co sins and things
When I leave school, I is gonna be famous and sing
Music lesson?, woman listen stop stressin
They got music dictators and shit to take care of it
I got it all sorted, me and Bianca have fought it all out
She has a mate that cleans the floors for that Simon Cowell
She going to bang him a couple of our rhymes
And then roll on wiff all the good times
You can keep your Edge-u-may-kay-shun
I don’t need that stuff, I got talent I can sing
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Never quite sure where to put my stuff ...lol
CONTROL
With all the things the world has to offer, why is it, as we get older, we become softer? With all the inspirations one can muster, why does life become cluttered? As we try to be the best we can, with good intentions not everything goes to plan. Life is a trial no doubt, but we feel miserable if we have to go without, live, love and learn, as we grow through life we learn to live, love and even yearn.
We all grow on borrowed time, its not questionable, it’s a very fine line and precise, the complexities of life is not how we lived it or what we have done, but how we share it with others, we are all on the same rock, none of us are exempt, why do some view others with contempt? We are all different in our ways, but who gave someone else to right to question who, how or what we do as right or wrong? For far to long we have been told how it will be, where did our right to be free go? Our right to think how we like, to openly say how we feel, without question or doubt or be judged by an equal.
Why do people feel the desire to control others, do they think its right? When will they learn that humanity when suppressed will always try to fight, for freedom and liberty, to be free as a bird and to take flight. Why has humanity been programmed to be in competition? Why must we keep up with the rich & infamous, why can’t we be humble enough for what we need, instead of being left to feel we want what others have.
And when you get to an age to sit back and ponder and wonder, why you went through it all, just remember that it was because it was what you were told how to use the one thing you outright owned…… that was your life!!
We all grow on borrowed time, its not questionable, it’s a very fine line and precise, the complexities of life is not how we lived it or what we have done, but how we share it with others, we are all on the same rock, none of us are exempt, why do some view others with contempt? We are all different in our ways, but who gave someone else to right to question who, how or what we do as right or wrong? For far to long we have been told how it will be, where did our right to be free go? Our right to think how we like, to openly say how we feel, without question or doubt or be judged by an equal.
Why do people feel the desire to control others, do they think its right? When will they learn that humanity when suppressed will always try to fight, for freedom and liberty, to be free as a bird and to take flight. Why has humanity been programmed to be in competition? Why must we keep up with the rich & infamous, why can’t we be humble enough for what we need, instead of being left to feel we want what others have.
And when you get to an age to sit back and ponder and wonder, why you went through it all, just remember that it was because it was what you were told how to use the one thing you outright owned…… that was your life!!
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Posted: Jan 2013
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Among the Battle Scene
No matter you're path you won't it to be stationary,
Surrounded by war without a place to call a sanctuary.
Gunfire and blood surround me on these once peaceful streets,
Where we hung out as we played beats with our feets.
They call me insane because I'm hoping for a peace,
Yet we have issues and wars seeping through the crease.
Our voices get mulled by the screams from all around,
Even as we have to bury the souls of the innocent into the ground
Surrounded by war without a place to call a sanctuary.
Gunfire and blood surround me on these once peaceful streets,
Where we hung out as we played beats with our feets.
They call me insane because I'm hoping for a peace,
Yet we have issues and wars seeping through the crease.
Our voices get mulled by the screams from all around,
Even as we have to bury the souls of the innocent into the ground
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Whether you make a dollar or a billion we are 100% human. Most wars are caused by greed, fear, or power yet thousands of lives are lost due to wars. Does anyone see spoils from a victory? Or do we sacrifice lives for something the public sees no benefits. Why is war the first option? Why are we not able to see things from the others point of view?
Life's Path
Time lost to thee
Ancient as the old oak tree
Fleeting as the bumble bee
Grasp for that little glee
The caged bird wishes to be free
Ancient as the old oak tree
Fleeting as the bumble bee
Grasp for that little glee
The caged bird wishes to be free
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Basic poem that I wrote. Got a lot of good comments online so I thought I would post it. None of the categories fit...it is about life in general in my opinion.
The Rose of York
Moonlight shone upon my path
a get away before me
silent doors closed behind
a grief hung upon thee
moonless nights
i sat amongst the reeds
tears of salt i tasted
no more unkindly love
to me it would be wasted
dripping gown a hidden frown
my run was neer at end
please let me just swallow
the touch of a voice
mellow
blanket sadness overcame
a wretched beast is I
anger filled my hearty soul
a smell of sea
spurned my cramped and broken body
daylight burst
from lids of lashes
tiny feet holding the weight
give me the power
clenching the future
wayward is the wind
My crown I leave
along with all the traps
no more
I ripped upon my straps
what is one free but to see
I must stand upon the land
let go
barefeet upon the sand
my wind my friend blew the careless fun
my rain I drink
the summer I basked
the autumn
I smelt the rotting of the new coming spring
To indulge in buds
and dance myself away
a get away before me
silent doors closed behind
a grief hung upon thee
moonless nights
i sat amongst the reeds
tears of salt i tasted
no more unkindly love
to me it would be wasted
dripping gown a hidden frown
my run was neer at end
please let me just swallow
the touch of a voice
mellow
blanket sadness overcame
a wretched beast is I
anger filled my hearty soul
a smell of sea
spurned my cramped and broken body
daylight burst
from lids of lashes
tiny feet holding the weight
give me the power
clenching the future
wayward is the wind
My crown I leave
along with all the traps
no more
I ripped upon my straps
what is one free but to see
I must stand upon the land
let go
barefeet upon the sand
my wind my friend blew the careless fun
my rain I drink
the summer I basked
the autumn
I smelt the rotting of the new coming spring
To indulge in buds
and dance myself away
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
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