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mcradloff

Why We Are Here

He we are
In Wisconsin
How did we get here?
Why are we here?
We could have stayed in Europe
Or if you go back to Adam and Eve
We could have stayed in Africa
Or is it Iraq?
Who knows for sure
The earliest people in what is now called Wisconsin
Came around 15,000 years ago or so
They must have been trying to improve their lives
Maybe a lot of others I have seen lately popping up
Are trying to improve their lives too
The early ones probably came for better game
The later ones now came for better pay
Who can blame them
Maybe it is just our nature to go somewhere else
When will we start living in outer space or on other planets
Mars would work
Maybe the Moon
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
We as a species are always moving around this planet to better places. We seem to like it warm as the number of Eskimos is far less than the people living near the equator.
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Racingjaw

Why War Is Intentionally Ignored. (WWIII)

Whilst villains and dictators plot wars fueled by gluttony.
Are you happily safe and secure in your abode?
The time draws closer as I write up this ode.
What will you do when the war hits home abruptly?

Would you do something to improve you and your loved ones survival?
Would you buy the propaganda and take part in the play?
Would you live in despair, yet hope it all goes away?
Would you bide your time to attempt a mass societal revival?

Would you attempt to increase morale by providing hilarity?
Would you go out of your way to help others in need?
Would you capitalise the situation by feeding your greed?
Would you turn against your fellow man yet feign solidarity?

We are taught to spread love but it seems the other way around.
Perhaps you may think "This talk of war sounds so strange."
If one thing is for certain, it is certainly change.
What will you do when the air raid sirens sound?
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
This was an early work of mine which was fueled from frustration of everyone's attitude and ignorance towards war and the results it has on the human race.
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mcradloff

When More Is Less

I will work 56 hours this week
Before taxes I will make about 880 dollars
Sound like a lot
And it is
But
What is the dollar worth today compared to 1900?
It takes 21 dollars today to equal one dollars value in 1900
So the real wage is about 42 dollars
But what about taxes too?
There weren't any in 1900
Now after paying 33% on overtime and about 21% on regular wages
Take that 42 dollars and you get 31.50
What inventions existed in 1900?
No air conditioning
No cable or cell phones
Not even cars
So you take all the money it takes to afford those luxuries
What do you have left?
At the end of the day it doesn't add up
All I know is health critics were warning people in 1900
Don't eat too much steak!
I can't remember the last time I had steak!
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Listening to Ron Paul and the shrinking value of the US dollar. We really are working harder and harder for less and less. I would buy a cell phone, but I like to eat!
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mcradloff

Where did I put that?

Where did I put that?
Where are my keys?
Where is my watch?
I had it just a minute ago!
I checked the bathroom
Nothing!
I checked the bedroom
Nothing!
So where is it!
I have 10 minutes and then I have to go to work
Oh there it is!
Thank God!
I am so relieved!
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The frustration of losing things. I had this happen with my watch a few weeks ago.
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Janze

I Would Give My Freedom Back

I
If freedom was the choice to give,
A rogue the chieftain’s cap;
And then, in time, repeat my lack
I would give my freedom back
II
If freedom was the chance to walk
The streets of my home town;
But always fearful of attack
I would give my freedom back
III
If freedom was to join the sect
And wear the robes of pious men;
And then like wolves, run in a pack
I would give my freedom back
IV
If freedom was to rid myself
Of all that makes a moral man;
And torture men on board and rack
I would give my freedom back
V
If freedom was to kill and destroy
The lives of those I did not know;
And then be knighted for whack and whack
I would give my freedom back
VI
If freedom was to know the truth;
But lie and lie, to keep the form
And then receive a hero's plaque
I would give my freedom back
VII
If freedom was to be immune
From the desparate cries of suffering men
And in those places never crack
I would give my freedom back
VIII
But God, the Almighty is Freedom’s source
And no people hold its exclusive rights
For where Freedom reigns, there is no fear
Each man is born as Freedom’s heir
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The word freedom is so often used today, without any real practical indications of its true meaning.
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Marchmadness03online today!

Without Race or Color of Skin

Lifting our banner high, we nourish the dreams that nothing can smother
Chasing freedom that keep fleeing, out of ignorance and lack of tolerance light must shine
No matter how long the struggle we still strive, breaking down barriers even behind bars
Now I realize the blessings that are deeded to us all,” freedom” it can’t be bought, stolen or sold
Many wars has been fought many lives have been lost, no score to be counted no measure to yield
Peace is valued in the land of the free; we must keep fighting to truly keep our children free
We must not let our dreams be shattered by the lull of despair
Our spirit cannot be penetrated in defense of darkness, tucked, torn or scorned
Think purpose, peace and promise and what it takes to get us there
Rally your soul on this sacred journey
Always anticipating happiness and the submission of excitement
Revolutionize relationships and keep telling your story
Our supernatural imagination will capture the vision
Clarity and judgment is not translucent when our day is gray
This language is not ordinary and can only be available to the happy and free
Power is a treasure to be released unborn

Written by: I. Paulette Hill-Simmons
2015
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Posted: Jun 2015
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Stedan

Humanity

Why do we long and crave human company,
When together they can cause trouble and strife,
But solitary loneliness challenges ones insanity,
Feelings and emotions struggle in this life,

I did not ask to be who I am,
This makeup of me is all that I have within,
At times tears can well and flow for quite a span,
Memories of good, bad and sad send my head in a spin,

One converses with words, emotions and sound,
When alone these feelings are in compartments all aligned,
But silence of walls and ones mind confound,
Without human company were are all in a bind,

Love is the biggest devastation to ones heart,
Hit by the bolts of blue, feelings and emotions collide,
Fired by the closeness and longing creates a new start,
Inevitably sometimes things falter and slide,

Trying to keep ones humanity in balance,
Crying or laughing out loud hysterically,
It`s like matching that quilt with the valance,
The noise is needed to prove that this is my reality,

So one claws from the depths of depressed life,
Fighting those closing walls of silent insanity,
This is why we put up with the trouble and strife,
Because we all need to belong to the family of Humanity.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Sometimes one dwells too much on what is going on around them and this can become an obstinacy in ones mind.
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mcradloff

We The Peep Hole

We the peep hole
In order to form a more perfect camera
Establish injustice
Insure domestic uncertainty
Provide for the common offense
Promote the general welfare state
Secure the curse of slavery to ourselves
And our posterity
Do ordain and establish this drone state
For the United States of America
For which it will fall
One nation under the dollar
With injustice for all
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Seem a little closer to the reality we have here than the original writing.
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Unknown

Inspired Meditation to Change the World

Intelligent observation with the dubious nerve to print the word
Negotiating the intricate conditions with clearly stated terms
Systematically laid out to all peoples, so our words might be heard
Perfectly imperfect, as the human race innately knows how to do
Idealistic without fervor of the extreme zealot of the few
Remembering our histories when we let tyranny continue
Education without stealing inalienable human rights
Demarcation of expectations continually executed in the light

Mediocrity ceased without ordering an unwarranted fight
Excellence in keeping the code sacred that no one will be above
Delicately written in all tongues as perfect trust and perfect love
Idioms of our entire species considered simply because
Together we unconditionally forgive and care for each other
Animated in essence as we share this planet, our great Earth Mother
Temperance in the true definition, softening our angry demeanor
Intrepid to explore the future without the acidity in our heart
Obviate worst expectations as each of us can and will do our part
Natant as we float on the pure energy of the divine to end and start

Thoughts evolving kinetic as they once were, no lies can be told
Oscillating between our differences as greatness unfolds

Sedulous in our goals with the end in mind for us to behold
Anticipation to deeds for the right and good of all
Visionary and efficient not repeating the fall
Exorcising the need for greed listening to the call

Training our minds to work miracles instead of chaos
Harkening to the global consciousness without a loss
Enlightened by the energy with our essence embossed

With freedom, liberty, literacy, prosperity and wealth
Organized by we the people of this blue planet in mean stealth
Recognizing our worthiness and a willingness to expel
Liege for no common reasoning in bigotry
Diligent efforts to erase hypocrisy
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
A small taste of my political flavorings
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WILDANDREADY

I WISH

I WISH I COULD ALWAYS BE IN A STATE OF GRACE, BUT THATS NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS!IT IS FILLED FOR THE MOST PART WITH MEANINGLESS JERKS!I WISH EVERYONE WOULD TREAT EACH OTHER NICE,BUT YOU SEE THEM EVERY WEEK WITH A BIG SMILE, AS THEY EXIT THEIR CHURCH,BUT THEN,THE REST OF THE WEEK; THAT SMILE TURNS TO ICE!WISHING IS A GOOD START, BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STRIVE TO MAKE IT, A REALITY!I PERSONALLY WISH THAT NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER EXPERIENCE; A BROKEN HEART!
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
THERE ARE TOO MANY 2 LEGGED RATS WALKING ABOUT!MY BIGGEST WISH WOULD BE TO PUNISH THEM BEFORE THEY HURT ANYONE ELSE!
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