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The Electoral College
By Franklin Price
9/17/2017
The Electoral College is outdated they say
Should never have been, and is not for today
They say that the people are not having their way
That the College votes wrong, for the right kind of pay
Do those people who say that, understand why it's there?
Do they know what would happen, or do they even care?
Is the majority vote, always something that's fair?
Keep your mind open, as you read this, I dare.
We are a republic, not a democracy
Government is by the people in this land of the free
But there are fifty states, in this country you see
All have an interest, not only just three
Each state independent and each has its rights
If you think that's not true, think of Civil War fights
The people, of all states, must each have a say
If the College was gone that would not be the way.
The Federal based government does not give a damn
About ones in Alaska, might as well be Siam
Not enough people to get their flim flam
Or add to their power and get them more ham
We're in need of less power in that Washington place
Each state should have rights, and their spot in the race
Isn't it time for less egg on our face?
To govern this country with style and with grace
To do away with the College would make matters worse
Larger states would have deeper hands in our purse
More budget to them would cause small states to curse
Already pay taxes that are not reimbursed
You can see less have more in this land of the rich
They need not pay taxes, trickle down is their pitch
Taxes come from the middle and there life's a *****
If the college was gone, it would add to the glitch
The College should stay, if we really care
For each of the states and the residents there
If we really are interested and want to be fair
Make the Feds less controlling of the laws in their lair
Not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed
But now I find that I like to chew
On anything the color of blue
The transition was rather simple
Erasures from colored pencils
Of course you know the color I choose
Do I need to keep reminding you
And who in their right mind would not pack lunch
Without the world of Crayola in a colorful box
They even give the crayons fancy names
Although all the shades of blue taste the same
And for a chew with a bite without the bark
I always do blue from the Play-Doh jar
To be fair other colors I've tried
But haven't I told you it's the blue that I like
Don't dare get me wrong there is normal I find
Why I'm a softy for good a blueberry pie
Then there's blue Pixie sticks
And blue Kool-Aid mix
Blue frozen pops
Blue chewy gum drops
Blue Gatorade
Blue frosted cupcakes
Who ever knew
There was so much color blue
And I know what you think
Call it a hunch
But the Permanent Marker
I needed only try once
Like I said
I'm not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed...
They think so little of us.
They attack us with lies and shield us with trust.
As if our minds are blind, shrouded in dust,
from the tyranny that their love had cursed.
For the first time,
I am torn, in search for divine,
as I don’t know if this mind is still mine.
For she broke me, crossed too many lines,
but I’ve lived the future, she’s all in my eyes.
But perhaps, it is I that still lies to the mirror I stare,
for I whisper to my soul, that she is still there.
Thinking, she could still care, but to be fair
maybe she’s here, I just don’t see where.
As for her I’d sink into the dark,
have a conversation and leave without a heart.
For as the devil pleads it gets way too hard,
my strength is depleted and the pain is now art.
I never knew how to say goodbye.
Perhaps I do, but for her I don’t know why,
my lips are just sealed, my soul still cries,
she broke me to pieces and left me to die.
It’s time.
Wear the coat of kindness each and every day
Ease the heart of others with a kind word or deed
Abandon not your God and pray for all your needs
Remember to be fair in life and always share a slice
The world is often cruel and that is why we're scared
Hold the hand that trembles and do it all for love
Acquaint yourself to life forgive each slight and wrong
Truth be told we only got one chance to do it right
Count your blessings every day, own a grateful heart
Offer up your sufferings they're only full in part
Accept your misgivings, but all your talents too
Take the best out of your day, leave the rest behind.
August 11, 2018
Pack his suitcase,
say goodbye.
Tears don't even
reach my eye
"Come back safely.
Do take care."
Then he's gone, and
I'm left there
Give a smile, and
don't complain
What's the use?
Just bear the pain
Hours of empty,
voiceless time!
Countless trips
should be a crime.
Time to clean, for
he'll be back.
All I've left
is paltry snack.
Home a while then
off again
It's his job
to save from sin
Pack his suitcase,
then unpack.
There's no way
to get time back
Special times just
gone amiss.
Rushed goodbyes,
and hurried kiss
Weeks and months,
yes, years go by.
Getting old,
and soon I'll die
When I'm gone
I'll be at rest
No pack/unpack
No empty nest
Let another
stay behind;
someone else
he's sure to find,
but I know that
she'll complain.
He won't go
to keep her sane
I hope one day
he'll come to see
what he did
was cruel to me
Lonely days that
merged to nights.
Sighs and tears...
It was not right
Too late he'll know
he broke my heart.
Those trips he took?
That time apart?
Broke me, killed me,
stole my life
"Work is second!
First is wife!"
The simple truth
he could not see.
Now there's nothing
Left of me.
Eileen Manassian
In way of explanation: both my husband and I work for our church organisation, and he has a leadership role which necessitates travel to the countries in the Middle East and North Africa. He has to travel. It's part of his job description, but it doesn't make it any easier for me, especially since I work full time and am a caregiver to my 88 year old dad who had alzhiemers. If we want to get retirement benefits, we need to keep working for the organisation, so... there is that. I'm just tired of it.. that's all. I've been alone so many times...depression sets in before he travels and while he's away. It's been this way for years. I read him the poem today :(. He knows I'm posting it. To be fair... he's cut down on some of it because of my mental health. There is a spouse allowance for travel, but the timing doesn't coincide with my teaching scedule and I can't leave dad anyway. This is just a angst filled reflection on how it feels to be lonely.
She was smart, beautiful and a perfect host
Yet these god given attributes don't explain how she became adored
By most,
With no hate mail in the post.
No, we have to look elsewhere for the reason,
That no matter what the season,
She could appeal to our reason.
Was it the way she talked,
Maybe it was the way she walked,
Or the way she looked at you when she smiled.
No, that was not the reason she was such a hit,
Because like us all she could still throw a fit
And upset a little bit
Could it have been how she treated everyone the same,
Or that she did not use voice or words to shame,
No, these are not reason enough to explain her fame.
To be fair, the reason only becomes clear,
When you have had a hug from her
One that sets your emotions astir
And gives your heart cause to stutter.
Even while knowing anything more is reserved for another.
Many is the time I have seen a hug go to the undeserving,
With genuine feeling,
When the rest of us would have resorted to behaviour less
Appealing.
To think that most of us have yet to grasp the fact,
That a simple hug freely given can change the way others act
And give us all a reason,
To look forward to another season.
I want to know what brand of fake beef the cook
Uses for this feef stirfry.
Plant Pioneers -
They’re originally balls.
The feef in the sweet & sour is homemade.
I’m drinking a diet cola I didn’t buy here.
But to be fair, all that is left in terms of drinks for sale here
Is water.
To try make the stirfry & noodles last,
I’m writing & using chopsticks & writing.
I piled up the large help yourself buffet box as high as I could without food spilling on the counter,
But I am still hungry & have almost finished it -
It’s like cuddling a close friend made out of food
That will fall from my arms back into the Wok
So the food never goes cold.
Only in the lead up to Christmas can a food friend
Cooling into frost
Be friendly.
I’ll buy cold berries from the market for the Shoebox Christmas party.
& Even among soy sauce tossed broccoli,
There’s a place for plain cucumber chunks.
Having finished eating,
Imma sit here for another twenty minutes
& Order another buffet boxful if I’m then still hungry.
I am currently hungrier than when I started.
I should save some cola for the potential second portion.
I keep hearing them say it
in the media these days,
we need representation,
it’s the only thing they say!
Now if they say it that much
they must be quite serious,
so I looked on into it,
and ended up quite non-plussed.
’Cause based on demographics
it seems to me rather plain
that if we’re to make progress
then we’ll have to make a change.
You see I’ve noticed on screen
a third of people look black,
and for the longest time I
thought nothing was wrong with that.
But then I say the census
and I was rather amazed
that blacks were thirteen percent
of this country’s modern day,
which means there are too many
getting jobs in Hollywood,
overrepresentation
I assume is not that good.
what people have lost their shot
of being portrayed in film
because of miscalculation,
how many folks never will?
So if we are to be fair,
represent folks properly,
start firing black actors,
or you hate diversity!
But even more worrisome,
and even more out of whack,
are the percentages of gay
characters that people act.
The way our TV shows it
one-fifth of the people are gay,
but according to surveys
only three percent feel that way!
Which means what’s on the TV
does not represent real life,
and if we cannot see ourselves
how can we develop right?
To balance out the numbers
means drastic measures, I fear,
to correct representation
means less stories about ‘*****.’
But that’s not the start of it,
look at the folks some call ‘trans,’
cause celebre in Hollywood,
are they woman, are they man?
See so many in movies,
but if we’re to represent
then I will have to point out
they’re.02 percent.
Once again they’re too many,
and something has to be done,
since being represented
is vital to everyone!
To cast so many trans folk
can really do lots of harm,
you’re underrepresenting
all of the people who aren’t!
Unless, of course, these crusades
are only a load of bull,
nothing more than a charade,
a chance to virtue signal,
so shallow people feel special
without having to do work,
a chance to puff themselves up,
look down on others as jerks.
There’s nothing people like more
then feeling they’re somehow great,
and if the truth impedes that
then reality becomes ‘hate.’
I suppose we could go back
to hiring on merit,
but they’re not gonna do that…
someone might call them ’bigot.’
THE RUINS OF LIFE
I sat silently listening to silence
Reflecting on how good life could have been but it isn’t
Reminiscing on how good it was before it all happened; life ceased to be fair
Realising how bad it is now and how worse it is getting
Thinking on how possible it is that life could still be restored to normalcy
Planning on how to prevent it from worsening towards the worst road
In all and all after the deep thoughts; I only see the ruins of life staring at me.
Woke up from sleep and felt like I dreamt of the end of the earth
Everything seemed so real; I have some bruises still in me
Looking so confused as I just realized that I have woken up in a new place
A better view in the mirror revealed more of me than I remember
I became so frightened that I so shouted and something happened
The echoes of my voice shouted back at me louder
Just then, I realized; I am the only one left in this ruin.
I thought there was hope until I saw hope running for his life safety
Then all became hopeless; the world is ruined and the ruin is the world
What is left of the ruin can’t be grasped; there seems to be no recovery
Women are faithly praying; men are fately striving hard
A quest of bringing life to order; a wish of normality
The hope of saving life from death and life from itself
The ruin destroyed life; all left now is the destruction of life...
Lordvip September, 2013.
On second take..Lowe is not that great.' In fact i hear of
Late.' He wants 'bio meat on our plates?' Its beyond the
Pale.' Its all lookng stale, i beleive its time ti bale.' I had
Hoped against hope; for better.' Yet he's another bird of
False feather.' Along with Farage? Although giving and
Asking for it (large!) In support i mean.' What a dejecting
Scene is seen.' Yet to be fair (their was an irk) between
My shoulder blades it lurked.! So i must jettison any writes
Of support.. This type of skull-duggery appeares fully rife.?
( I must choose!) Ashby versus White..I do not consent in
Ink' to write.)