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Even though I used to be a republican, I was only happy under one republican President.
During my lifetime Ronald Reagan was the only republican that made me feel content.
Nixon said he wasn't a crook but we know better than that.
Ford pardoned Nixon and that caused him to lose to a democrat.
When it comes to the two George Bush's, it's like father like son.
The economy would be much better if neither of them had won.
If McCain wins, he'll continue the war.
If McCain wins, he won't help the poor.
If Obama wins, he'll stop the war and he'll help the poor a lot.
Some people think McCain can be a good President but I'm afraid he can not.
Beacon....
I love the way I feel right now...
Sitting at the bar
Like father like son
A testament carved out in stone
The parallels of two distant lives
I have crossed the lines out of despair
If only to change the course of futility
In an attempt to break the surface for air
Just one deep breath before I sink back under
Until the next time a beacon shines out for me....
And then I come to realize
How fast dreams turn to dust
Here then gone right before your eyes
My head, nor my heart can I trust anymore
Back beneath the surface I hold my only breath
And I wait for the beacon that brings me up for air again...
Not a chance in hell I will survive the wait
Not a light on the horizon, only the darkness of fathomless depths
Though I sink, I still swim
Regardless of the hopelessness within ...
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
Like father, like son
No
Like son, like father
That is how I wish to be remembered
I wish to be remembered
Not for who I was
But for who I became
In honor of my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for being a good father
But for who I raised
To be a good son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the love I gave
But for the blessing
Of love given by my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the times I laughed
But for the moments
My son laughed with me
I wish to be remembered
Not for when I smiled
But for the difficult days
When my son still smiled
I wish to be remembered
Not for all the good times
But for the bad ones
When my son made them better
Most of all
I wish to be remembered
For raising a man
Who I proudly call my son
The great Elvis Presley stole the show
When it came to music, fast and slow
Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine
Without a doubt, her voice would shine
Hank Williams had a son with his name
Like father, like son – they claimed fame
Ray Charles played despite being blind
His listeners knew he was one of a kind
Aretha Franklin had a voice of pure gold
It was certain that her records were sold
Jimi Hendrix’s music would travel the world
As his listeners swayed, twirled and swirled
Elvis said Orbison was the world’s greatest singer
With a three-octave voice, his voice would linger
With Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash became world renown
His vocals rebuilt faith in those who’d been beat down
Me and Bobby McGee made this lady legendary
Janis Joplin was a soul who was far from ordinary
Diana Ross played for those who loved to hear her
With a voice like an angel, she made the soul purr
Cher demonstrated what it means to believe in yourself
With confidence and guts, she’ll never be put on a shelf
Stevie Wonder made the heart feel like it has been blessed
Without a doubt, he stirred feelings the heart would attest
The Beatles, the Rolling Stones and so many other singers
Knew the meaning of giving the 60’s its assembly of swingers
I hear he's a wimner Poetry Contest
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May 16, 2023
Profiling Contest Entry
The mother sat pale with an exhausted look
The policeman sat writing notes in his book
The fire, he said caused damage so bad
But we think it was arson, a crime that is bad.
The child looked up at his father and said
‘Daddy I’m tired can I now please go to bed?’
The mother patted his hand but he pulled it away
It’s strange I thought as I watched the child play.
Lining up the matches all side by side
The man with a smirk at his wife to the side
Her eyes they did plead to the husband sat there
He gave her a frown and pushed back his chair.
She sat there unloved by both of her men
It was then I knew who started the fire back then
She mumbled and blinked her leg swinging to and fro
Ignored by them both her eyes glued to her toe.
The father removed the matches from the boy
‘I’ve told you before son they are not a toy’
She jumped in her seat as he said these words
The child grabbed them back as thought he’d not heard
To the conclusion I came that the father set the fire
As I watched the boy stack them, like a funeral pyre
The woman sat afraid, the boy carried on
The father though sat back, not a care, no not one.
He had been in the army for most f his life
He liked regimental including child and wife
The boy though his father, he did now copy
When he saw him light a fire, with not one match but three.
The father although setting the fire knew his son
Now wanted him to light fires just like he had done
He took away the matches and said now my boy
‘I have told you before these are only daddy’s toy.’
© 30 09 2013 GG
Contest Entry Profiling
For many years I have known a family in which
four out of five sons, like their father, went into
business for themselves. Interesting enough, the fifth son, now 59, was nine months old when the father passed away. Same blood; same DNA, but he has never ventured into a business of his own.
Seems rather telling, and it paints a vivid picture
of the simile, 'Like Father Like Son'. Self-reliance,
entrepreneurship, industry, and initiative. The 'details' are deeper, and the 'likeness' can be rather subtle.
The 'likeness' goes far beyond the physical, and only
discerning hearts are able to probe the very core and
essence of life; and therein, expose clarities beyond
morality or visible habits.
Not all apples are created equal. My wife sent me to the store to buy a certain kind of apple for her 'apple turn-overs'. They were apples from 'a tree' like all the rest, but only one type of apple was suitable for her turn-overs.
072722PSCtest, Simile Contest, Hilo Poet
He lived, expressed, and passed on what he knew.
It did not always taste good nor was it easy to chew.
Perhaps his father also had hard-to-express emotions
That remained inside him, filled with questions.
Much of his DNA is within me that will not change;
But there were other things I managed to rearrange.
"Like father like son" need not be completely true.
Some of our ways can change if only just a few.
When awareness like a light bulb electrifies your life
And reveals so much more than a little advice, may it
Capture your attention with full devotion, inspiring you
To leave a legacy and pass it on to the next generation.
I never thought it’s something I’d live to see……I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad
But today it finally happened to me…I turned into my dad.
We are supposed to welcome the good traits…we inherit from our mom dad
But we’re also, there is no debate…expected to overcome the bad.
I loved my father but when I was young…my friends and family would stare
When over at my house they hung…and saw Dad in his underwear.
Dad didn’t seem to notice or care…the chortles and the snorts
As he would walk from here…to there…clad only in his boxer shorts.
Oh, I thank you Dad…is only fair…for all the good traits I received from you
But I promised myself walking around in my underwear…is something I’d never do.
I kept that promise for 66 years…In my underwear I would never stray
I was doing fine…or so it appears…until earlier today.
Deborah, Bryan and I were working hard…in the heat of the Florida sun
Moving our camper into our side yard…and it was anything but fun.
The camper was not cooperating…our best plans were derailed
as despite some great collaborating…every attempt had failed.
Every muscle in my body ached and I was dirty from my head down to my toes
so I decided to take a little break…go inside and change my clothes.
I’d like to blame it on the heat of the day…as I was totally unaware
until I heard Deborah laugh then say…Jim, you’re in your underwear.
I can’t believe it, I sighed….and I could hear their chortles and snorts
as I quickly rushed back inside to put on a pair of shorts.
When I returned I had to smile…I had become my dad, it’s true
And I stopped to wonder…for a little while…if Dad was smiling too.
Every year seems to bring more sorrow to my heart,
And everytime i try a fresh start
But it just leads me back in a place thats evermore dark
That is why I know hide and protect it
Right behind a giant and strudy Rock
And in it lies a sword,
Like excalibur my spirit it becomes,
Tearing away my assailants
Before they have a chance to seek and strike
The song that wreathes from my sword
Keeps me warm while my soul within it waits and harks
As for my Rock...
My God..
The blue rosewhos heart is always torn apart,
and resowed
I know because i felt it also
Like father like son
Until the end of the road..
Or at least another loop hole