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We Can Dream On

It used to be that many dreamed.
At least that is the way it seemed.
But that was more than a few years ago now.
A good life in which we all starred;
a house with fence around the yard:
The dream which the hard-working man could strive for. . .

Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We can dream on; we can dream on.


We only had to go to school,
Be sure to follow every rule,
like paying toward our own security plan
with special taxes all must pay.
They rise; we pay them anyway,
believing we’ll get by in our great gold years

Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 


In years when wars were being fought,
The dream, still strong, was being sought,
by Veterans returning to their loved ones.
Prosperity came after war,
for everyone kept wanting more,
so things improved, at least as I recall them. . . 

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .

The kids who went to college would
then graduate and as they should,
could work in their profession, raise their families.
Eventually they’d have a house
and growing older with their spouse,
look forward to retirement, their home paid for. . . 

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

Retirement funds in just one year
ran dry and CEO’s, I hear,
got bonuses while laying off their workers.
Young graduates cannot find work
and horrors round each corner lurk
for those who lose their jobs and source of income.

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

Today we have to buckle down
and try hard not to show a frown
while searching for a job that pays less money
while politicians talk their talk
but don’t know how to walk the walk,
and sit there making sure they get their raises!

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

The Congress just keeps playing dumb
And half the country has gone numb
while stressing over what’s in store for us now
because of lies that we were told,
like how we’d live when we got old.
“Dream on” I say (but not in Mama’s same tone).

Chorus: We can dream ON; We can dream ON. . . 


For the  HALLELUJAH Contest of Frank H.

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Bound

BOUND

We’re bound from birth, our path too clear
Conformity reigns, we dare to veer
Play it straight and fall in place
Buckle down, you’ll win the race

Need for expression, no need for that
Everyone needs to wear the same hat
Wander off course or stray from path
You’re ostracized, beware the wrath

Creative types, you know the ones
Their unkempt hair and lack of funds
The artsy crowd without a care
Berets worn black, causeless flair

Yet abstract form and deviceful eye
Radiate light on gray streaked sky
Without free thought we play the fools
We must transcend archaic rules

Linear thinking it has its place
In modern times it makes a case
But if one dares to lose one’s face
I just might love this human race

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Goodbye

We're headin' out
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

No more fun
Gotta buckle down
No more games
Gotta drop this crown
I hope I don't...forget...this place
Days in the sun and
Nights by the fire
I'll miss those times
With a burnin' desire
I'm gonna...miss...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

We're headin' out
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place
Goodbye...

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The Hunger Games-Poem

Enter the arena
Buckle down


Ready?
Set?
Kill!

A gong sounds
We're off

The Hunger Games have begun!

Blades of swords and knives crash
Arrows whizzing.

Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!

Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground

Some survive
Others die right off hand

Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!

This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my 
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America. 
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw 
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.

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Tornado

Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Would we be able to stand its might? 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

What happened to the sky so clear? 
Gone away is our precious light, 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

What will we do when it gets here? 
Stack the pillows while our lights are bright. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

Rolling clouds, hail and wind so sheer, 
Trees bend, as this rage they fight. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

History said that this would be the year, 
So buckle down and hold on tight. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

The enveloping rush deafens our ears; 
Funnel smashes to the ground, I shake in fright. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Let's prepare. It's coming near.

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Wedding Anniversary

dressed
in
chiffon
hair a bun
with couple loose strands
solitaire around her slim neck
for Anniversary dinner at their seafood place
lost in a concoction of his adoring gaze, music, Merlot and blackened salmon 

knock
on 
the door
she answers
her knees buckle down
mascara runs down in rivers
dressed in black, holding lilies, head hung low—there stands  mom
darling,lets visit his grave before dark—mom says to flooded eyes in an ashen face


Written on:07/21/2016
Contest:'Two Stanzas-Two Only' by Broken Wings

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College Bound(The Education Game)

Next week I am college bound
 An education is what I seek
Further knowledge to be found
 In my quest I will not be meek.

School days for me has long since passed
 For out of school I became a mother
On my list education became last
 For me the choice was none other.

These are not the days of yesteryear
 No having fun and going to school dances
For failure is what I fear
 So no time for silly romances.

Time to study hard and long
 College professors will take no excuse
For homework being late or how an answer is wrong
It will still be my neck in the noose.

This time around there is no marching band practice
 All my spare time devoted to study
I may seem prickly  like a cactus
 But no time for me to be a buddy.

Time to buckle down and move ahead
 No longer with my high school sweetheart
No more dragging feet full of lead
 Time to give my life a brand new start.

No more jobs...I desire a career
 My heart beats double time
But please do not jeer
 School at my age is not a crime.

Bring on English and Math
 Sorry my dear dear friends
I am following a new path
 Time lost with them... will later make amends.

Time for the thinking cap
 No worries of being a fool
Even though there is a huge time gap
 Since the days of high school.

Knowledge is power
 Education is key
No need to be dour
 Law is the field for me.



For John Loving III Education game...Nara Shevanna you are next dear

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Idle thoughts

Its amazing how weeks fly by
When your doing nothing worth while
and all there is to do is sit around and think
Yet it seems like I am forever stuck on the brink
Of a epiphany? Or maybe its madness
My youth is fleeting its time I buckle down
But I never wanted to be a dog
to those who wear crowns
I wish life was simple to where I could
Realize my talents buy spinning a wheel and
find out all I need to do at the press of a button.

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Hurricanes

Hurricane by any name is a dreaded beast
Monster winds guide every turn and twist

Clouds cluster in enormous darker shapes
Heated moisture dominates form they take 

Dressed in cloudy eye-wall winds rotate
High gusting speeds foretell its arrival date

As eye of the storm approaches a landfall
Communities begin making evacuation calls 

Stocking food and water families buckle down
Gas lines form as people begin to leave town

Death and destruction mount as storm lands
Streets and homes quickly become wetlands

Emergency shelters crowd beyond capacity
FEMA takes charge with speed and tenacity

Congress passes legislation to grant funding
Affected folks are unsure of their standing

Trash piles up burying childhood memories
Cleanup begins without hope of recoveries

Donations flow to charities like Red Cross
Insurance may recoup some of storm loss

They arrive sequentially in alphabet names
Leaving untold shattered lives in their wake 

Placed 1st
September 9, 2017
Hurricanes
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver

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The Hunger Games


Enter the Arena

Buckle down

 

Ready?

Set?

KILL!

 

A gong sounds

We're off

 

The Hunger Games have begun!

 

Blades of swords crashing

Arrows whizzing

 

Run,run,run

Away from the cornacopia

 

Blood splatters,staining the earth

Bodies splayed on the ground

 

Some survive

Other die right off hand

 

Only ONE left to be the victor

Welcome to the Hunger Games...

 

MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!!!!

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Buckle Down

To whom does he smile at
With a tip-top approbation of doggedness
Neglecting the pleasure of the period?

To whom does he cheer
With a reverberating extant sound?
Nobody but he who buckles down

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Sexual Cravings

Lack of love
Has really got me thinking
I soothe my sexual cravings
By resorting to drinking
Water, Smirnoff
Hurricane and ever clear
The sexual craving
Within my conscience will never clear
Always will be fogged up
Clogged up I my mind
Drawback symptoms from a choice
Of leaving that life behind
But I want to drawback my symptoms
Because I fail to find
A thorough working method
Now I wish to decline
A decision
That was made
When I promised to stand in my beliefs
But I want 1 more chance
To have sexual relief
Good grief
A thief stole my sexual ambition
Frustration and low blood pressure
Because I am need of sexual nutrition
Listen to the mission
That I am about to fail
I once vowed that
My body wasn’t for sale
I am frail
Some would say I am weak
I am going over the edge
And I have reached the peak
But I gotta persevere
And stop misbehaving
Sit tight buckle down
And control my sexual cravings

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Goodbye

We're headin' out 
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

No more fun
Gotta buckle down
No more games
Gotta drop this crown
I hope I don't...forget...this place
Days in the sun and
Nights by the fire
I'll miss those times
With a burnin' desire
I'm gonna...miss...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place

We're headin' out 
Our bags are packed
The dream is over and
The boxes are stacked
But I can't...forget...this place
I don't know how
How to let it go
I can't find a way
I can't go with the flow
All I know...is that I love...this place

The faces pass and memories fade
My whole life...turns to shade
All I know...is that I'll miss...this place
Goodbye...

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The Race

I'm climbing up this hill
thats getting steeper by the minute
thinking about this race thats life
and how I want to win

All the struggle and pain
I endure and maintain
To ensure that I gain
the courage to remain

This marathon is long
So I have to be strong
so I can stick with it for real
to get my part of the deal

I'm so tired and hurt
but I have to make it work
I have to push myself forward
all distraction ignored

This is life or death
I must pass this quest
or fail the test
and miss all the rest

Of the crap you get for winning
the respect and recognition
for not thinking about quitting
but being willing

to buckle down, shut up,
hold on tight, close your eyes,
keep your head to the sky
and roll with it.
and if you did just right
you might be surprised
but you won it.

2-23-2004

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final notice

subtle scare tactic of 
western capitalism,
the slip of paper in the mail,
the email directed at you & you
alone,
the collection agency phone call---
it all comes down to frightening &
keeping one at bay,
drilling it into your head that
debt is the path you’ve chosen &
that it has all been your fault
that you were born where you were 
born &
that you were raised how you were
raised,
so now, the hope is that 
with ensuing debt, you’ll
buckle down &
shut the **** up,
so that one more mouth will be 
silent &
one more bank account will be
yearning for a chance to
beg
beg
beg
for a way out of financial
catastrophe,
as if a painful physical death
was somehow
preferable---
this taunting way of threatening
people into submission
does little to provide a calm bit of
sanity for the whole,
rather it leaves the suffering to
wonder,
just what exactly is keeping them
from walking into said collection
agency, said bill collector’s, said
insurance company, etc. &
putting a gun to the head of anyone &
everyone in charge?

hmmm.

better hope the people keep on
blaming the game & not the players
there,
bucko.

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hip to the slaughter

when the surroundings of the will
begin to suffocate it &
the hands grasping for some kind of
deus ex machina
slip 
    slip 
        slip 
like butta’ melting & dripping off the 
nooks & crannies,
the temptation to hang up them shoes 
(those beautifully unique qualities of the self) &
just buckle down n’ accept the
conditions of the prison cell
may be so great that the 
acceptance of all the horror to come
might appear tolerable---
because the “promise” of something better
looms in the air like a fog that never ever goes away &
there are always a good amount of sheep baaaaaaaaa-ing 
at the door
hoping & of course, praying
(squinting eyes closed tight, on their little knees),
that all will do the same---
all for a bigger piece of the pie
all for a chance to wrap those lips round the barrel &
just be fine with whatever outcome arises,
to be a great mantelpiece when the prayer group comes over
for cookies
to be a totalitarian wet dream
to be a prison rape in the making
all
hip
to
the
slaughter.

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Honest

Honest
Be honest with your feelings
They should not be neglected
If you deny truth to yourself
Won’t your spirit be affected?
Be real, do not put up a front
Pride should not be a factor
Neither should shame, not even fear
Let virtue be your inspector
Find out what’s keeping you awake
Confront that what is haunting
Intimidation gains more strength
When things are viewed as daunting
Find strength within, don’t buckle down
The war is in your head
Why listen to what tears you down?
Think positive instead!
The things that make us strong and bold
Should be self-cultivated
Why do you still allow yourself
To be underestimated?
Be kind, be patient, show more love
To the person that you are
A little understanding
Will get you very far
Be honest therefore, to yourself
Not just to everyone else
Don’t listen to your inner self
When only lies it tells
The way you feel, the way you think
The things you say and do
View them as recognition of
The person that is you.
Wendy Nipas

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Life

What is Life?
Why is it so cruel,
Yet so kind to us?
What is the meaning of Life?
And why is there Life?

Life throws many curves at us,
Both expected and unexpected.
How do you handle
All of Life’s curves?
Do you buckle down or stand strong?

What is Life worth?
Should Life be or not be?
Why did God create Life?
As all Life is
Life is needed and wanted.

In your Life,
What do you feel of it?
Do you feel you want Life,
Or like it is worthless?
It’s your Life, live it how you want.

As someone that has life,
I have tried to take it,
And not to have it.
That was the most horrible feeling,
Now I know my Life is worth living,
And so is yours.

What you do with your Life,
Is up to you.
You have control of it,
But please live your life,
Don’t do what many people try.

Life isn’t so bad,
You may think so,
But watch your Life,
Look at the good instead of the bad
Maybe what you see,
Will be a Life you want to live.

Life is precious
Don’t try to cheat it, you may get hurt.
So ask yourself this,
What good is in your life?
What you find
Will be something,
To live and love.
To live for, and to a life to love.

So don’t end your Life,
Live it to the fullest,
And look at the positive,
Not the negative.
One less person in the world
Means more unhappy people,
Which may lead to another loss.
So please keep Life going
With Joy, not death.

Written by:
Alicia Michelle Faunce

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She

She has her eye on the prize....
Now all she has to do is wait!!!
She has her heart set on the goal....
Now all she has to do is make a stand!!!
She has her mind on the future....
Now all she has to do is buckle down!!!
She has her soul in limbo....
Now all she has to do is see what happens!!!

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The gym

I looked into the mirror and this is what I saw
Overweight, bloated and extremely out of shape
Put me in a purple shirt
And I'd look just like a grape
The time had come to buckle down
It was time to go get fit
There's not a better time to go
I figured...this is it
So, I went in after work one day
I had a "ONE DAY CENTER" pass
They like to be called centers
It seems to give them class
I waited once I got there
It was time to hide my pride
I waited for someone else to come
And help me get inside
The door, well it was monstrous
The sort of door a "center' needs
I couldn't budge it with my pushing
"The sign says Pull, sir....can't you read?"
A girl, no more than twenty
Helped me in..god bless her heart
You could stick three feathers in her arse
And she would be a dart
She led me in up to the desk
And then she went to change
I was now inside "The Center"
And it really did feel strange
I saw a gym once, in a dream
It was not like this at all
This was wonderous, expansive
The gym was like a hall
A young girl came and asked me
If I would like to take a tour
I told her I would love one
I didn't tell her about the door
She showed me all the new machines
The ropes and steps and balls
The freeweights and the changing room
The tvs and the walls
She told me what they offered
That most other Centers lacked
I was looking for a way to leave
Then she gave me a back pack
"You get this free" she said
for coming on the tour
I told her thanks, but still inside
I would keep quiet about the door
I said I'd think about it
I was not sure if it was me
I was not really a "Center" guy
I would rather watch tv
She said maybe a session
With a trainer would change my mind
I said that I would do it
There was a numbness in my behind
The chairs were most uncomfotable
I was squeezed in rather tight
A purple grape stuck in a press
That's really quite a sight
She went and got a trainer
And as I walked around the floor
She came back wtih the little girl
That I'd met at the front door
She showed me the treadclimber
Said it was easy on the knees
It was easy to get started
Using this would be a breeze
I got on and got started
Four steps made my head begin to spin
I was really getting dizzy
I really hated thin
I got off...got some water
She said we'd go try out the bike
My butt cheeks hid the entire seat
This was not something I liked
Next free weights..now a man's toy
I couldn't lift them from the floor
Then she whispered "oops I'm sorry"
"I forgot all about the door"
She left to take a phone call
I then went to have a pee
I knew I could work the urinal
Away from where prying eyes could see
I went back and I joined her
She chose to show me a machine
It did most of the work by it self
It was guaranteed to make me lean
We talked for near an hour
Then I went back to the desk
I thanked her and sat down again
I really just needed rest
I listened to the payment plans
As they were speedily thrown out
I thought about my heart attack
My bursitis and my gout
I signed on as a member
Vowing "no longer would I be mush"
The one thing I'd remember
Is to pull the door not push!