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Frightened and confused, freedom advocates
stopped listening to their hearts.
And Christians began chastising those
who have chosen
not to forsake their souls
for political gain, greed, and hate.
Division is a ploy
used by agitators
skilled at drawing emotions
from old wounds.
We all agree
that only God can change the past;
and yet, each one of us
holds the power
to change the future.
Americans are wandering through
an emotional minefield;
ready to explode in their faces,
and provide provocation for a civil war.
Let's reflect on the meaning
of freedom for all;
and the pursuit of happiness!
Together, we may find the answers
that bigotry buried
within hushed-up questions:
we're now just starting to explore.
The ugliness of racism
is finally being exposed for what it is:
and yet, some still refuse to see
that freedom for all is within our grasp!
Non-white Americans are calling for justice,
understanding, equality, and hope.
I hear their cries, and I am wounded
by the enormity,
and the depth of their pain.
Their anger is justified;
their cries muted
by the deafening sound of silence.
Their voices speak of the truth;
striking a common cord
of empathy,
within the hearts of a changing nation.
Bigotry is an all-too-common reality
in America today.
And minority Americans
march in unity: getting the message out
that discrimination
is what's fueling hatred and violence.
The line "it is what it is" is offensive;
to those who find themselves
trapped in a whitewashed society,
that denies them their rights as free Americans.
Joie de Vivre - isn’t life sweet,
especially when you add a treat
like a delicious patisserie,
crème glacée, éclairs, le pan de mie,
chocolat, and le tarte aux fruits?
Eat not just fiber, cheese and meat!
Though you should eat these happily,
eat also sweetly, mon petit!
Joie de vivre.
Just one more stanza I repeat
(and this is for your joy complete)
Do more than eat to live! Like me,
to life and sweet desserts say Oui!
And every day - Bon appetit!
Joie de vivre.
For those who do not know the French words (which from my understanding, nearly rhyme in French the way they are pronounced by Americans):
Joie de Vivre - Joy of Living
Patisserie (pah-tees-ree)- pastry
Crème Glacée - ice cream
Le pan de mie - sweet bread
Le tarte aux fruits (le-tart-oh-frweet)- the fruit tart (or pie)
Chocolat and Eclairs, like in English
Mon petit: My little or My boy
Oui! - Yes!
Bon appetit - Enjoy your meal!
For Cyndi MacMillan's
UN, DEUX, TROIS....OOH LA LA!!!!
A folktale
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some travelled to Moskva
which has a rich cultural heritage.
Then the Americans/NATO held a proxy war and
the American soldiers and tanks got in the way
of tour buses, needless to say, the soldiers were
confused that the people from the tiny country
we’re not afraid of the big bear this because of the
US combatants were victims of lying propaganda.
Well, the military nonsense ended their proxy war
the Norwegian continued to travel to Russia to do
their shopping and as always they were welcomed
and no one mentioned the silly manoeuvres by
the misguided military personnel were playing in the snow.
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.
Can't wait for the election this year!
With Joe Biden -- What office am
I running from, I mean for, again,
uh, I think, er... Wasn't I Senator
Biden, last I checked? --
Americans will have good reason to fear...
Can't wait for the election this year!
With Donald Trump -- You mean
there's actually a pandemic out
there, that smart businessmen
are actually dying? -- at least
we will know who to jeer...
Can't wait for the election this year!
Just wish both candidates would disappear...
August 13, 2020
Only 82 days left 'til
'The end of America'
if you listen to these
Donkeys and Elephants
Disclaimer- I am not racist and see all sides of everything. I don’t represent either political party. I am more, disheartened by the hatred floating around. This poem is more so a description of what I see, when I look at Americans and how they react to politics... over the last decade..
Why are we so angry over one single dude
A womanizer, perhaps, vulgar and crude
But at the end of the day, he's only a man
A perverted senior citizen with the winning hand
A dishonest politician is not a new fad
And alternative opinions are not always bad
8 years ago we thought the world was ending
Or were convinced of a change, a new beginning
I'm still the same
Politics still lame
My casted vote, indefinitely, pending
So, tell me, which side do you take
A baby killer or one accused of rape
And if you disagree, how should you act
Paint vaginas on your face for a presidential attack
Grinning ear to ear for a social media snack
But it's all roses now, the last one was black
Am I making sense, or way off track
Please, my neighbors, don't take me wrong
I wouldn't breathe a word of our country's song
Forget the soldiers, their fame is gone
Set fire to our flag and move to Hong Kong
No, I don't believe in killing babies or raping women
But I've tasted so much, I can't tell pepper from cinnamon
If you think you know it all, my darling, you're trippin
So can we please just resume the scheduled program of living
In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
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Abraham Lincoln saw it happening and tried to stop it…a nation getting out of hand
he knew a house divided against itself would not be strong enough to stand…
Today we are a country divided..no longer are we whole
America…which was once a melting pot…has somehow lost her soul
Our country was founded on the concept of freedom; it is at our core...our very heart.
yet this freedom…to be different…pushes us further and further apart.
Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Protestants, yes to guns, no to guns, Straights and Gays.
Black and White, Rich and Poor--we’ve allowed our differences to lead the way.
This in itself is not a problem, our differences make America a more interesting place
The problem arises when our differences…we fail to embrace.
And when I as an American think living in the land of the brave and the free
means accepting as Americans only those who think and act like me.
I use to feel on the 4th of July…we could put our differences aside
and for one day…one moment…become a country unified.
But I no longer feel that way…for even on the 4th of July we’re not a country unified
we remain a country divided…the gap has grown too wide.
I used to love the 4th of July…as fireworks lit up the sky
when I thought of what this day meant…tears would fill my eyes
During this year’s celebration it was Abraham Lincoln’s words I was recalling
and the tears I wiped were for a house divided…and a country that is falling.
But I cling with hope to other words Mr. Lincoln said
knowing freedom would be filled with lows…and highs
He said:
I am not concerned that you have fallen…
I’m concerned that you arise.