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No Walls
Why is there no talk of a wall on the Canadian border?
You would think this would be in order
If it's good enough for Mexico
A wall keeping out the Canadians would be the way to go
I'm sure they're sick of their free health care
And all the elbow room so they can let out their hair
The cool temps gotta be a drag
And all those mosquitos that like to nag
Having to learn French and English would really suck
What is that kid doing on the five dollar bill, playing with a puck?
Give a polar bear, how about a loon
I'll stick with my Jefferson and Washington you goon
So why don't they need a wall up there
Maybe it's because they think the United States isn't fair
And they much rather just stay up there
You would think this would be in order
If it's good enough for Mexico
A wall keeping out the Canadians would be the way to go
I'm sure they're sick of their free health care
And all the elbow room so they can let out their hair
The cool temps gotta be a drag
And all those mosquitos that like to nag
Having to learn French and English would really suck
What is that kid doing on the five dollar bill, playing with a puck?
Give a polar bear, how about a loon
I'll stick with my Jefferson and Washington you goon
So why don't they need a wall up there
Maybe it's because they think the United States isn't fair
And they much rather just stay up there
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
I think Canadians got it pretty sweet.Bye Bye Bernie
Bye bye Bernie
Bye bye happiness
Hello lonliness
I feel I'm gonna cry
With all our hope goodbye
There goes my health care
There goes my free college tuition
There goes my 15 dollars an hour
There goes my voice
It will be replaced by a laughing witch and a rapist
Bye bye Bernie
Bye bye happiness
Hello lonliness
I think I'm gonna cry
With all my hope goodbye
And here's the reason I'm not free
Those bought off politicians stole it all from me
Bye bye happiness
Hello lonliness
I feel I'm gonna cry
With all our hope goodbye
There goes my health care
There goes my free college tuition
There goes my 15 dollars an hour
There goes my voice
It will be replaced by a laughing witch and a rapist
Bye bye Bernie
Bye bye happiness
Hello lonliness
I think I'm gonna cry
With all my hope goodbye
And here's the reason I'm not free
Those bought off politicians stole it all from me
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
A parody of the Everly Brothers Bye Bye Love. Hillary seems to have it in the bag and Trump seems to be there to help her.All In The Family
Boy the way Lady Gaga played
Songs that made the hit parade
Guys like us we had it made
These are the days
And you knew where you were then
Girl were girls and so were men
Mister we could use a man like Barack Obama again
Really love this welfare state
Never have to pull my weight
Gee our old Cavalier ran great
These are the days!
Songs that made the hit parade
Guys like us we had it made
These are the days
And you knew where you were then
Girl were girls and so were men
Mister we could use a man like Barack Obama again
Really love this welfare state
Never have to pull my weight
Gee our old Cavalier ran great
These are the days!
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
I was watching Bernie Sanders go on and on how he was expanding Social Security and free health care for all. This is great, if you are one not working for it.
The 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".
In search of my heart...
I spent a lifetime in search of meaning,
Why am I here? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Who am I?
I delved into many of the sacred writings of the world,
I spent years practicing various modalities such as prayer, meditation, introspection, fasting, even,
I spent many years in the various temples of the world,
I searched in thousands of the world’s books,
I earned university degrees,
I spoke with many of the world’s wise, I listened to their thoughts,
Next, I tried the world’s ‘foolish’, I listened to their thoughts, lest, per chance they had the answer,
I counselled many, and received counsel of many,
I travelled far and wide,
Always in search of meaning...
I have seen birth, I delivered two of my daughters with my own hands,
I have hosted funerals, lost father, mother, wife, granddaughter,
I have loved, and I have hated, and I have been loved and I have been hated,
I have great friends and I have great enemies,
I experienced want, I experienced plenty,
I dwelt in lushness, I was born in the desert,
I have been in wars, I have known peace,
Been up, gone down,
Always in search of meaning...
So far, meaning eludes me,
I have come to the conclusion that only I can give anything meaning,
And, “Boy, do I struggle with that...!”
Finally, I draw comfort from the old proverb:
"If you cannot find a temple in your heart, you'll never find your heart in a temple..."
Why am I here? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Who am I?
I delved into many of the sacred writings of the world,
I spent years practicing various modalities such as prayer, meditation, introspection, fasting, even,
I spent many years in the various temples of the world,
I searched in thousands of the world’s books,
I earned university degrees,
I spoke with many of the world’s wise, I listened to their thoughts,
Next, I tried the world’s ‘foolish’, I listened to their thoughts, lest, per chance they had the answer,
I counselled many, and received counsel of many,
I travelled far and wide,
Always in search of meaning...
I have seen birth, I delivered two of my daughters with my own hands,
I have hosted funerals, lost father, mother, wife, granddaughter,
I have loved, and I have hated, and I have been loved and I have been hated,
I have great friends and I have great enemies,
I experienced want, I experienced plenty,
I dwelt in lushness, I was born in the desert,
I have been in wars, I have known peace,
Been up, gone down,
Always in search of meaning...
So far, meaning eludes me,
I have come to the conclusion that only I can give anything meaning,
And, “Boy, do I struggle with that...!”
Finally, I draw comfort from the old proverb:
"If you cannot find a temple in your heart, you'll never find your heart in a temple..."
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Posted: Apr 2010
Post CommentGrafitti
Tagging is what I do
I got a can a spray paint just for you
I want to make my mark everywhere I go
You say vandalism, I say so!
I got tattoos all over my skin
I want everyone to know I always win!
It's on the library in your city
It's on the train cars you don't pity
It's on the bathroom stall
It's on the buildings by the mall
I have one that was never painted over
It won't be washed off
You'd have a better chance of finding a four leaf clover
It's kind of like my long hair
Where you see graffiti
You find people who no longer care
I got a can a spray paint just for you
I want to make my mark everywhere I go
You say vandalism, I say so!
I got tattoos all over my skin
I want everyone to know I always win!
It's on the library in your city
It's on the train cars you don't pity
It's on the bathroom stall
It's on the buildings by the mall
I have one that was never painted over
It won't be washed off
You'd have a better chance of finding a four leaf clover
It's kind of like my long hair
Where you see graffiti
You find people who no longer care
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
I was watching 187 with Samuel Jackson. Just stepping into the shoes of some of these teenagers who feel the need to spray paint on public buildings. I just found some on the library here in town today.The Wall
I will build a wall!
That what I heard Trump say even before last fall
The Mexicans will pay for it
Then you won't have to work jobs you want to quit
Because all the good jobs are taken away
By aliens who get all the pay
They ship them in too from many other places
I hate all this using on the races
They use this political correct crap to shame us
While they are picking our pocket while we cuss
We are tired of all the college graduates who can't find work
We are being treated like a jerk
High taxes and low wages are the norm
No wonder we find it hard to feel warm
Our future is being stolen away
Hope for a brighter day
So Trump will build a wall
How long will it take them to climb over it while they fall
On the other side and still do the same
Taking jobs away
Who is to blame?
That what I heard Trump say even before last fall
The Mexicans will pay for it
Then you won't have to work jobs you want to quit
Because all the good jobs are taken away
By aliens who get all the pay
They ship them in too from many other places
I hate all this using on the races
They use this political correct crap to shame us
While they are picking our pocket while we cuss
We are tired of all the college graduates who can't find work
We are being treated like a jerk
High taxes and low wages are the norm
No wonder we find it hard to feel warm
Our future is being stolen away
Hope for a brighter day
So Trump will build a wall
How long will it take them to climb over it while they fall
On the other side and still do the same
Taking jobs away
Who is to blame?
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
Trump opted out of the last Republican debate because FOX refused to pay him five million dollars and he can't stand the female host. I don't know if Bernie Sanders can beat Hillary, but I hope so.
Our Generation
When we are old
wrinkled and crippled
with one foot
in the grave
destined to a house
with a room
where we sit
stareing
at a blank screen tv
while on our knees
we dribble
as our fluoride calcifide brain
decays to the last stage
before our posioned lungs
noisely sucks in
the last breath
of dirty air
as our ignorance
slowly fades
will it only be then
that a single
regretfull tear
will slowly travel
though the canyons of our corrupted face
when at last
we finaly understand
it was
our generation
that created this place
where honesty is batterd
day by day
while the skeletal minds
of our children
reap all
that we have sown
does it hurt
now that you know
that denile
was never your friend
wrinkled and crippled
with one foot
in the grave
destined to a house
with a room
where we sit
stareing
at a blank screen tv
while on our knees
we dribble
as our fluoride calcifide brain
decays to the last stage
before our posioned lungs
noisely sucks in
the last breath
of dirty air
as our ignorance
slowly fades
will it only be then
that a single
regretfull tear
will slowly travel
though the canyons of our corrupted face
when at last
we finaly understand
it was
our generation
that created this place
where honesty is batterd
day by day
while the skeletal minds
of our children
reap all
that we have sown
does it hurt
now that you know
that denile
was never your friend
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Posted: Jan 2016
Post CommentTruth
When it is centralized
and compartmentalized
when it is chained
behind closed doors
when it is brutalized
and stigmatized
then their illusion
has now become
yours
and compartmentalized
when it is chained
behind closed doors
when it is brutalized
and stigmatized
then their illusion
has now become
yours
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Posted: Jan 2016
Post CommentWhat is
What is Human
what does it mean
to be
what does it mean
to feel
someone in sorrow
to feel
the tears
of a broken child
inside your borders
of lets pretend
so what does it mean
when you proudly announce
that you are
what does it mean
to be
what does it mean
to feel
someone in sorrow
to feel
the tears
of a broken child
inside your borders
of lets pretend
so what does it mean
when you proudly announce
that you are
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Posted: Jan 2016
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