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psychologism, i.e. neo-racism, neo- due to it being without any collective ethnic collectivisation, best insinuated by marijuana users, grouping alcoholics with ****** sharp shooters; they think they have the moral high ground, but they talk jack sh-: medicinal marijuana is synthetic marijuana / ore without casual-use effects, it's not the sh- you put in your **** have a *** change and tell me about children suffering from cancer while you're at it: because those starving children of africa adverts... are really really working... knowing that the man in control of such charities earns over half a million a year - post-colonialism only really works while you have former colonial indigenous peoples nearby, then you can milk that ***** cow from the locals... make sure you think the nairobi international airport has a dirt runway and you'll feel all ******* fuzzy giving money to these companies... post-colonialism only works like that... import some former colonials to milk the former colonial whites into coughing up money & guilt... then watch the irish get leery with sarcasm at almost anything... and the scots gear up pride and become politically malignant... the good friday agreement? tony blair did as much as / avoiding-tax cigarettes smuggled from eastern europe west of the ural mountains exchanged in belfast... but geographic borders were never used in rhetoric in politics... because ireland was always further west than iceland: as oaths go... it was a neighbour of liberty iseland... with the true statue of liberty in a moulin rouge cancan attire, skirt up, flame extinguished - although ***** as hell: and in koranic reality, requiring a harem for her three holes.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
marijuana optional
psychologism, i.e. neo-racism, neo- due to it being without any collective ethnic collectivisation, best insinuated by marijuana users, grouping alcoholics with ****** sharp shooters; they think they have the moral high ground, but they talk jack sh-: medicinal marijuana is synthetic marijuana / ore without casual-use effects, it's not the sh- you put in your **** have a *** change and tell me about children suffering from cancer while you're at it: because those starving children of africa adverts... are really really working... knowing that the man in control of such charities earns over half a million a year - post-colonialism only really works while you have former colonial indigenous peoples nearby, then you can milk that ***** cow from the locals... make sure you think the nairobi international airport has a dirt runway and you'll feel all ******* fuzzy giving money to these companies... post-colonialism only works like that... import some former colonials to milk the former colonial whites into coughing up money & guilt... then watch the irish get leery with sarcasm at almost anything... and the scots gear up pride and become politically malignant... the good friday agreement? tony blair did as much as / avoiding-tax cigarettes smuggled from eastern europe west of the ural mountains exchanged in belfast... but geographic borders were never used in rhetoric in politics... because ireland was always further west than iceland: as oaths go... it was a neighbour of liberty iseland... with the true statue of liberty in a moulin rouge cancan attire, skirt up, flame extinguished - although ***** as hell: and in koranic reality, requiring a harem for her three holes.
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Fought One, Twenty-two skidoo. Cantankerous mad filamous She, That of her, Me. Piñata, stretched balloon Over my big fleshy ****** Tea and cakes, Painted my nails Painted my lips Like candy. Gold trinkets, Pour like mercury out of my ear. Ouch! I cried My feet in hot sandy Dreams. Flying peacocks tickle My ***** Oranges roll on chalk board tables Over stale rye bread. ***** dribbles out like mucus And a runny nose. Toilet paper and rusty water. ********** on you. Stocking lover. Fetish cover. Woman pusher. Mellifluous **** Look at my skin. Pink, beige, peach, red Porous, greasy, bacteria ridden hide. **** me like seppuku, Smother, suffocate me with Red jelly jam. Lubricate your finger with black Cancerous ash. Stick it in my naval, Unravel my umbilical cord Like so many filaments of my heart. Tear your flesh You auto ********* Rip your liver And force feed it Corn and maize Hay and grass Emory my nails against Red barn walls Until bare skin fundamentals Kisses with salty lips Inflame my ravishing Pig stomach. Kick my shin you Everything, Wake up you stupid ***** Void can be blue skies, Oceans call for suicide. Kiss me with delight, Raspberries tattooed In my ***** Strawberry cream Vanilla, milk, Ponderous infinity, Cotton, dough Honey and sage. Caustic gastric You and not me. Feel my legs, Touch my thighs, Lick my lips, Give me anything Not direct. Tie me up in complexities. **** my head up. Put me in a dream, Make me happy. Blair Butterfield 2004
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Jan 11, 2010
Jan 11, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
blair-butterfield
Rancour
Fought One, Twenty-two skidoo. Cantankerous mad filamous She, That of her, Me. Piñata, stretched balloon Over my big fleshy ****** Tea and cakes, Painted my nails Painted my lips Like candy. Gold trinkets, Pour like mercury out of my ear. Ouch! I cried My feet in hot sandy Dreams. Flying peacocks tickle My ***** Oranges roll on chalk board tables Over stale rye bread. ***** dribbles out like mucus And a runny nose. Toilet paper and rusty water. ********** on you. Stocking lover. Fetish cover. Woman pusher. Mellifluous **** Look at my skin. Pink, beige, peach, red Porous, greasy, bacteria ridden hide. **** me like seppuku, Smother, suffocate me with Red jelly jam. Lubricate your finger with black Cancerous ash. Stick it in my naval, Unravel my umbilical cord Like so many filaments of my heart. Tear your flesh You auto ********* Rip your liver And force feed it Corn and maize Hay and grass Emory my nails against Red barn walls Until bare skin fundamentals Kisses with salty lips Inflame my ravishing Pig stomach. Kick my shin you Everything, Wake up you stupid ***** Void can be blue skies, Oceans call for suicide. Kiss me with delight, Raspberries tattooed In my ***** Strawberry cream Vanilla, milk, Ponderous infinity, Cotton, dough Honey and sage. Caustic gastric You and not me. Feel my legs, Touch my thighs, Lick my lips, Give me anything Not direct. Tie me up in complexities. **** my head up. Put me in a dream, Make me happy. Blair Butterfield 2004
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March in the streets But I urge you beware They’ll still butcher the sheep With the arms that they bear Private properteers part with No slave cropper’s share So this Northern aggression's Like Freeman’s red scare   All the colors of wind Through the head-shavers’ hair The Guevara adventures These pigs wouldn’t D.A.R.E. The Arabian knights In the grand wizard’s lair The denaturalized dreamer’s Recurring nightmare Of the Stalingrad ghost Still witch-hunting like Blair The projects to the precincts’ New modern welfare The post-trauma disorderly’s Empty screen stare The savages they thought Were waaaaayyyy over there The debt clock ticky tock In the heart of Times Square The 1st world problem-children Who commonwealth care Because some barely EAT And we’ve so much to spare But these cowherds still like their calves Medium rare And the bulls try to sell you Their laissez-faire snare Till your trapped in a minimum cage’s Last prayer And the only escape Is upgraded software Like automaton autobahn’s In disrepair In this fascist facade’s Fragrant breath of fresh air Just as toxic as stocks Of the mock billionaire So I shock ‘em like Tesla’s Bolt-action Voltaire And I leave it to you To go **** it out there
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
michael-marchese
Weaponized Enlightenment for the Youth in Revolt
March in the streets But I urge you beware They’ll still butcher the sheep With the arms that they bear Private properteers part with No slave cropper’s share So this Northern aggression's Like Freeman’s red scare   All the colors of wind Through the head-shavers’ hair The Guevara adventures These pigs wouldn’t D.A.R.E. The Arabian knights In the grand wizard’s lair The denaturalized dreamer’s Recurring nightmare Of the Stalingrad ghost Still witch-hunting like Blair The projects to the precincts’ New modern welfare The post-trauma disorderly’s Empty screen stare The savages they thought Were waaaaayyyy over there The debt clock ticky tock In the heart of Times Square The 1st world problem-children Who commonwealth care Because some barely EAT And we’ve so much to spare But these cowherds still like their calves Medium rare And the bulls try to sell you Their laissez-faire snare Till your trapped in a minimum cage’s Last prayer And the only escape Is upgraded software Like automaton autobahn’s In disrepair In this fascist facade’s Fragrant breath of fresh air Just as toxic as stocks Of the mock billionaire So I shock ‘em like Tesla’s Bolt-action Voltaire And I leave it to you To go **** it out there
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Even as ship was sinking Having hit Titanic iceberg Still silly ship captain me could laugh At go down with it self-tragedy Now resting (rusting) On Atlantic ocean bottom Can't laugh without air to breathe No humour left in these old oxidized bones Having missed the lighthouse No sea shells to share No crashing waves Dead eyes stare out window Laid bare barren wastes Blair station Near where used to live Pretending we were still a family
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy
Family
Even as ship was sinking Having hit Titanic iceberg Still silly ship captain me could laugh At go down with it self-tragedy Now resting (rusting) On Atlantic ocean bottom Can't laugh without air to breathe No humour left in these old oxidized bones Having missed the lighthouse No sea shells to share No crashing waves Dead eyes stare out window Laid bare barren wastes Blair station Near where used to live Pretending we were still a family
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(Earnestly) I beg to move the motion Standing on the Order Paper In my name and those good names Of my Right Honourable Friends. Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House Should debate this issue, should pass judgement. That is democracy; that is our Right That others elsewhere struggle for in vain. Again I’ll say I do not disrespect The wavering of those not yet convinced. This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one: To stand down our committed troops and turn back Or to hold firm and so continue on. I strongly believe that we must hold firm. The question most people will ask is not Why does it matter – no – but why so much? Well, as we brave this new Millenium And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat With our majority already stretched, A resignation from the cabinet, With all the other parties also split, With everywhere the closest of allies In disagreement while on different sides Those who usually would not agree Agree on this. The people, this parliament Echo the discord with an echo made Less bitter as time passes, not less grave. So why, then, does it matter quite so much? Because the outcome of our firm resolve Will find itself determining much more Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate More than the liberty of an whole race Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name. It will in fact decide the way in which Britain, the world and we confront the threats Our right to liberty requires met. It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role, EU relations, Transatlantic ties, The manners of the US in the world. It will prove the political pattern For a generation, perhaps more, to come. This is no longer the time to falter; I will not be party to such a course. This is now the time for this house to lead; To show that we will fearlessly confront Terror, tyranny and dictatorships Which threaten to put all our lives at risk. To show that at this moment of decision We have the courage, we have the vision To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
daniel-james
Tony Blair 's Speech to Parliament on the Eve of the Iraq War
(Earnestly) I beg to move the motion Standing on the Order Paper In my name and those good names Of my Right Honourable Friends. Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House Should debate this issue, should pass judgement. That is democracy; that is our Right That others elsewhere struggle for in vain. Again I’ll say I do not disrespect The wavering of those not yet convinced. This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one: To stand down our committed troops and turn back Or to hold firm and so continue on. I strongly believe that we must hold firm. The question most people will ask is not Why does it matter – no – but why so much? Well, as we brave this new Millenium And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat With our majority already stretched, A resignation from the cabinet, With all the other parties also split, With everywhere the closest of allies In disagreement while on different sides Those who usually would not agree Agree on this. The people, this parliament Echo the discord with an echo made Less bitter as time passes, not less grave. So why, then, does it matter quite so much? Because the outcome of our firm resolve Will find itself determining much more Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate More than the liberty of an whole race Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name. It will in fact decide the way in which Britain, the world and we confront the threats Our right to liberty requires met. It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role, EU relations, Transatlantic ties, The manners of the US in the world. It will prove the political pattern For a generation, perhaps more, to come. This is no longer the time to falter; I will not be party to such a course. This is now the time for this house to lead; To show that we will fearlessly confront Terror, tyranny and dictatorships Which threaten to put all our lives at risk. To show that at this moment of decision We have the courage, we have the vision To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…
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Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
allen-wilbert
Deaths Of 2013
Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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I've Heard These Words ... Throughout My Life ...    "TWO WRONGS Virge,   DON'T Make A Right !"        If ... That's The Case ... ?   These Quests For WAR ...   Would Seem To Be ...   Somewhat ................................................ Misplaced ............... !?!        If You ...   PUNCH Me In My Face ...   Should I ... PUNCH You Back ... ?!?        These Days I'd Say ... YES ... !!!   How'd You ... Feel About THAT ... !?!        Do You ... Think I've ... FLIPPED ... !!! ? !!!        Do You ... Think I'm ... SICK ... ?!?        Do You Think ...   You're EQUIPPED ...   To Be My ... " Shrink " ... ???        I'm Writing This Piece ...   cos' of ... DANGEROUS Streets ... !!!        cos' of People Like ... " Blair " ... !!!   Who ... Should NOT Speak ... !!!!        What Kind of ... " Leader " ... ?   Is ... SO weak ...   To KEEP Talking of War ...   Instead of ... Peace ... ?!?        People Over Here ...   Are Losing ............................................................ Sleep ..........   While Things He Says ...   PROVES ... " Talk Is Cheap " ... !!!        People Are Murdered ... ..... EVERYDAY ..... !!!!!   So ... Killing MORE ...     CAN'T BE The Way .... !?!?!        Maybe ... It IS ... ?!?   What Do You Say ... ???        TWO WRONGS Folks ...   So ... What's The Quote ... ?        "TWO WRONGS Virge,   DON'T Make Things Right !"        Phrases ... Like THIS ...   Are SO ... " Contrived " ...        "NEVER Say NEVER !"        "But You've Said It TWICE ?"      Those Words AREN'T MINE ... !!!   But Are ... DIVINE ... !!!   and SHOW YOU ... TRUST ...   What's In ... " Your Mind " ... !!!        ... Everything ...   Is NOT ... Clear Cut ... !!!        ... Contradictions ...   Are ... Messed Up ... !!!        How Many WRONGS ... ?   Do Governments DO ... ?        But Are ... QUICK To Say ...   What's Right For ... YOU ... !?!        How Many Girls ...   Say  ... " Men Are Fools !" ... ???        But Then Have *** ...   Cos' A Guy ... Looks Cool ... ?    See What I Mean ... ?   Well ... If You DON'T ...          Let's Go Back ...   To My ... " Favourite Quote " ...        "TWO WRONGS Folks,   DON'T Make Things Right !"        Like ...   TRYING To .............. "hide" ....   A .... BLATANT LIE .... ?!?        When You ... Get ... FOUND OUT ...   DON'T ... " SCREAM and SHOUT " ... !!!        Just Let THESE WORDS ...   Come Out Your Mouth ...        "TWO WRONGS,   Just DON'T Make Things Right !"        Is It Getting to you ... ?   Cos' It's ... Part of Life ... !!!        But I'm NOT Sure ... ?   If It's ... SO PURE ... ?!?        Could TWO WRONGS ...     Provide A ... " CURE " ... ?        Let Me ... Explain ...   What I Mean ...        If Your Girls' ... UNFAITHFUL ...   This Might ... FIX HER ...        Jump In Bed ... YES ...   With Her ... SISTER ... !!!!!        This Will ... Probably ...   Get Her ... VEX ...        But Should ... "Control" ...   Her Wandering ......................................................... Legs .......... !!!!!        Girls' ....     How's THIS One ... ???        Just For YOU ...   If Your Man Hurls ABUSE ...        Put Some ... SOAP In His ... " Food " ... !!!        This May ... Get You ...   In A ... " Fix " ... ?!?        But ... May ... "CONTROL" ...   His ... FOUL MOUTHED Lips ... !!!        Let Me ... Make This ... CLEAR TO YOU ... !!!        These Are Things You ...   ... SHOULD NOT DO ... !!!!        I'm Merely Suggesting ...   Things You Could Do ... ?   To BALANCE ... Wrong Doings ...        Done To ... YOU ... !!!        But If You'd Rather ...        ... " Play It Cool " ...        You Probably Have ...   A ... " Peaceful Life " ... !!!        and ... Like The AD Says ...        " Your Future Looks Bright ! "        But DRAMAS Now ...   Aren't SHORT But ...... Looooooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggg ...... !!!!!        So Maybe ... " Sometimes " ... ???   What's Right  .... IS ....        ... " TWO WRONGS " ...
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
big-virge
"Two Wrongs" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 12/7/2005
I've Heard These Words ... Throughout My Life ...    "TWO WRONGS Virge,   DON'T Make A Right !"        If ... That's The Case ... ?   These Quests For WAR ...   Would Seem To Be ...   Somewhat ................................................ Misplaced ............... !?!        If You ...   PUNCH Me In My Face ...   Should I ... PUNCH You Back ... ?!?        These Days I'd Say ... YES ... !!!   How'd You ... Feel About THAT ... !?!        Do You ... Think I've ... FLIPPED ... !!! ? !!!        Do You ... Think I'm ... SICK ... ?!?        Do You Think ...   You're EQUIPPED ...   To Be My ... " Shrink " ... ???        I'm Writing This Piece ...   cos' of ... DANGEROUS Streets ... !!!        cos' of People Like ... " Blair " ... !!!   Who ... Should NOT Speak ... !!!!        What Kind of ... " Leader " ... ?   Is ... SO weak ...   To KEEP Talking of War ...   Instead of ... Peace ... ?!?        People Over Here ...   Are Losing ............................................................ Sleep ..........   While Things He Says ...   PROVES ... " Talk Is Cheap " ... !!!        People Are Murdered ... ..... EVERYDAY ..... !!!!!   So ... Killing MORE ...     CAN'T BE The Way .... !?!?!        Maybe ... It IS ... ?!?   What Do You Say ... ???        TWO WRONGS Folks ...   So ... What's The Quote ... ?        "TWO WRONGS Virge,   DON'T Make Things Right !"        Phrases ... Like THIS ...   Are SO ... " Contrived " ...        "NEVER Say NEVER !"        "But You've Said It TWICE ?"      Those Words AREN'T MINE ... !!!   But Are ... DIVINE ... !!!   and SHOW YOU ... TRUST ...   What's In ... " Your Mind " ... !!!        ... Everything ...   Is NOT ... Clear Cut ... !!!        ... Contradictions ...   Are ... Messed Up ... !!!        How Many WRONGS ... ?   Do Governments DO ... ?        But Are ... QUICK To Say ...   What's Right For ... YOU ... !?!        How Many Girls ...   Say  ... " Men Are Fools !" ... ???        But Then Have *** ...   Cos' A Guy ... Looks Cool ... ?    See What I Mean ... ?   Well ... If You DON'T ...          Let's Go Back ...   To My ... " Favourite Quote " ...        "TWO WRONGS Folks,   DON'T Make Things Right !"        Like ...   TRYING To .............. "hide" ....   A .... BLATANT LIE .... ?!?        When You ... Get ... FOUND OUT ...   DON'T ... " SCREAM and SHOUT " ... !!!        Just Let THESE WORDS ...   Come Out Your Mouth ...        "TWO WRONGS,   Just DON'T Make Things Right !"        Is It Getting to you ... ?   Cos' It's ... Part of Life ... !!!        But I'm NOT Sure ... ?   If It's ... SO PURE ... ?!?        Could TWO WRONGS ...     Provide A ... " CURE " ... ?        Let Me ... Explain ...   What I Mean ...        If Your Girls' ... UNFAITHFUL ...   This Might ... FIX HER ...        Jump In Bed ... YES ...   With Her ... SISTER ... !!!!!        This Will ... Probably ...   Get Her ... VEX ...        But Should ... "Control" ...   Her Wandering ......................................................... Legs .......... !!!!!        Girls' ....     How's THIS One ... ???        Just For YOU ...   If Your Man Hurls ABUSE ...        Put Some ... SOAP In His ... " Food " ... !!!        This May ... Get You ...   In A ... " Fix " ... ?!?        But ... May ... "CONTROL" ...   His ... FOUL MOUTHED Lips ... !!!        Let Me ... Make This ... CLEAR TO YOU ... !!!        These Are Things You ...   ... SHOULD NOT DO ... !!!!        I'm Merely Suggesting ...   Things You Could Do ... ?   To BALANCE ... Wrong Doings ...        Done To ... YOU ... !!!        But If You'd Rather ...        ... " Play It Cool " ...        You Probably Have ...   A ... " Peaceful Life " ... !!!        and ... Like The AD Says ...        " Your Future Looks Bright ! "        But DRAMAS Now ...   Aren't SHORT But ...... Looooooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggg ...... !!!!!        So Maybe ... " Sometimes " ... ???   What's Right  .... IS ....        ... " TWO WRONGS " ...
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Hi. My name's Blair and I'll be your instructor tonight. Defensive driving with a class full of Deviants. Even the instructor had Five Tickets His first year and a half in San Antonio. But, hey! We get an insurance discount. Sometimes people get to the front And they're not sure if They're supposed to have a book. What book? You still have time before class-- Get those donuts! Do I have the right book? Everybody needs a pen-- If you have a fairy pen, that won't do. Today we're going to learn about driving techniques... Don't worry. No matter how far off track I get, We still get done early. What's the real policy on pecans? I was wondering If you could cut the jet noise Between, oh...about 5.30, sixish? Split-second decisions Spot the hazards You're driving along 1604 And the speed limit changes to Fifty Overnight. Where were the warning signs? Is this the book? How hard is it to drive your car if you're not in the driver's seat? Did anybody get the donuts? Where's the pizza he was talking about? Why isn't he in the driver's seat? Why am I? Out of hundreds of architects, Why did Newsweek ask A nearby park resident? Your jury isn't attorneys. No, it's people. Your punishment isn't The Red Square. No, it's-- CUT THE JETS! WHAT BOOK IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I WANTED PEPPERONI. List common signs of an impaired driver. First, he's not in the driver's seat... Sometimes people get to the front... Of donuts and pizza And they're not sure Which one should I choose? If they're supposed to have a book. No matter how far off track I get, There isn't a policy for pecans. We still get done early. You can't stop the jets from flying. The jury isn't attorneys. Drive within the speed limits and The jury is people. Pay attention to your driving. I found the book! All right--class is over; I'll see you on Thursday. I thought we were going to have pizza. I'll bring donuts...next time. I was wondering... How hard is it to steer Your car if You're Not in the driver's seat...? ~Christa Elise Cannon.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
christa-elise-cannon
Defensive Driving
Hi. My name's Blair and I'll be your instructor tonight. Defensive driving with a class full of Deviants. Even the instructor had Five Tickets His first year and a half in San Antonio. But, hey! We get an insurance discount. Sometimes people get to the front And they're not sure if They're supposed to have a book. What book? You still have time before class-- Get those donuts! Do I have the right book? Everybody needs a pen-- If you have a fairy pen, that won't do. Today we're going to learn about driving techniques... Don't worry. No matter how far off track I get, We still get done early. What's the real policy on pecans? I was wondering If you could cut the jet noise Between, oh...about 5.30, sixish? Split-second decisions Spot the hazards You're driving along 1604 And the speed limit changes to Fifty Overnight. Where were the warning signs? Is this the book? How hard is it to drive your car if you're not in the driver's seat? Did anybody get the donuts? Where's the pizza he was talking about? Why isn't he in the driver's seat? Why am I? Out of hundreds of architects, Why did Newsweek ask A nearby park resident? Your jury isn't attorneys. No, it's people. Your punishment isn't The Red Square. No, it's-- CUT THE JETS! WHAT BOOK IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I WANTED PEPPERONI. List common signs of an impaired driver. First, he's not in the driver's seat... Sometimes people get to the front... Of donuts and pizza And they're not sure Which one should I choose? If they're supposed to have a book. No matter how far off track I get, There isn't a policy for pecans. We still get done early. You can't stop the jets from flying. The jury isn't attorneys. Drive within the speed limits and The jury is people. Pay attention to your driving. I found the book! All right--class is over; I'll see you on Thursday. I thought we were going to have pizza. I'll bring donuts...next time. I was wondering... How hard is it to steer Your car if You're Not in the driver's seat...? ~Christa Elise Cannon.
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J.K. Rowling is the latest to call herself a bloke. Three Bronte sisters Made up male names So they could write, Not vote. George Elliot Was the nom de plume of a British lady fair. In Victorian times It was de riguer For a girl to feign a pair. Distaff scribes Are not alone In borrowing a name Sam Clemens took As “nom De Guerre” The river cry “Mark Twain” And Stephen King Who writes so fast That he’s in overdrive Adopted Richard Bachmann as a name And used it for some time. George Orwell Once was Erich Blair Lewis Carroll was Charles Dodson. “The Hobbit” Was my nom de plume But now I haven’t got one.
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
john-f-mccullagh
Name Droppers
J.K. Rowling is the latest to call herself a bloke. Three Bronte sisters Made up male names So they could write, Not vote. George Elliot Was the nom de plume of a British lady fair. In Victorian times It was de riguer For a girl to feign a pair. Distaff scribes Are not alone In borrowing a name Sam Clemens took As “nom De Guerre” The river cry “Mark Twain” And Stephen King Who writes so fast That he’s in overdrive Adopted Richard Bachmann as a name And used it for some time. George Orwell Once was Erich Blair Lewis Carroll was Charles Dodson. “The Hobbit” Was my nom de plume But now I haven’t got one.
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Regular as clockwork the spotters gather there binoculars and notebooks as up the track they stare assembled on the platform with all the day to spare they put the world to rights and wait without a care clad in finest anorak tweed caps are in this year their fleecy inners covering heads once thick with hair Every day I see them sometimes just a pair shuffling on the concrete sometimes with a chair Pensions less than peanuts Blame young Tony Blair But everything forgotten at sight of one thats rare Life is breathed to tired legs nostrils start to flare sweaty palms note hastily with eager thank you prayer And oh the day the Queen came They stood in open air and cheered to see that engine sweep in with royal flare I'll not be hear to watch you From comfy office chair From now on I'll be missing But I know you'll still be there
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
chris-1
Trainspotters from my window
Regular as clockwork the spotters gather there binoculars and notebooks as up the track they stare assembled on the platform with all the day to spare they put the world to rights and wait without a care clad in finest anorak tweed caps are in this year their fleecy inners covering heads once thick with hair Every day I see them sometimes just a pair shuffling on the concrete sometimes with a chair Pensions less than peanuts Blame young Tony Blair But everything forgotten at sight of one thats rare Life is breathed to tired legs nostrils start to flare sweaty palms note hastily with eager thank you prayer And oh the day the Queen came They stood in open air and cheered to see that engine sweep in with royal flare I'll not be hear to watch you From comfy office chair From now on I'll be missing But I know you'll still be there
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Seldom have I seen such strength, such purposefulness shown And I have witnessed many who have made their message known, Immovable this woman stands in seas of raging tide Where friend and foe, as challengers, she’s deftly swept aside. Resolute she stands atop white cliffs of blazing chalk To glare across the Channel where her predecessors stalked In league with Winston Churchill with pugnacious jawline set When he thrashed the fiend in Jackboots and field grey appuletes. In league with Margaret Thatcher with that glint of grey in eyes To the accolades of Gorbachev who recognised the prize. In league with Boadecia the ghost of power past Who rallied this great nation to fight on to the last. Snapping at her ankles the dogs of turmoil writhe And comrades of another time amass to criticise, Labourites howl murderously to all who would take heed While the rabble rousing Europeans joust to intercede. Swirling round her skirts they mass now screaming their abuse At her articulated message of a pathway less obtuse. If Tony Blair had the ***** it’s to her side he’d dance As would Jeremy Corbett but of that there’s little chance, Her Majesty stands forthright, as do all her heirs Including Will and Harry who are cheering from the stairs. Dianna’s there in spirit plus the Kiwis from the pub And the rough crowd from the chippie all dolled up with a scrub. She needs ALL of you behind her in her struggle for the best, Independence for Great Britain is ascendancy’s great quest. The very heart of what It means to dwell within these shores The very heart of what it means to be Brittish to the core. England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales combining for the task Of a guarantee of future from the quagmire of the past. We SHALL stand behind Teresa May and make our voices heard As we scream aloud the anthem to impart our final word…. RULE BRITANNIA, BRITTANIA RULE THE WAVES BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER… SHALL BE SLAVES! Boom, boom, boom RULE BRITANNIA, BRITANNIA RULE THE WAVES BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER…. SHALL BE SLAVES! M. 18 December 2018
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
marshal-gebbie
RULE BRITANNIA
Seldom have I seen such strength, such purposefulness shown And I have witnessed many who have made their message known, Immovable this woman stands in seas of raging tide Where friend and foe, as challengers, she’s deftly swept aside. Resolute she stands atop white cliffs of blazing chalk To glare across the Channel where her predecessors stalked In league with Winston Churchill with pugnacious jawline set When he thrashed the fiend in Jackboots and field grey appuletes. In league with Margaret Thatcher with that glint of grey in eyes To the accolades of Gorbachev who recognised the prize. In league with Boadecia the ghost of power past Who rallied this great nation to fight on to the last. Snapping at her ankles the dogs of turmoil writhe And comrades of another time amass to criticise, Labourites howl murderously to all who would take heed While the rabble rousing Europeans joust to intercede. Swirling round her skirts they mass now screaming their abuse At her articulated message of a pathway less obtuse. If Tony Blair had the ***** it’s to her side he’d dance As would Jeremy Corbett but of that there’s little chance, Her Majesty stands forthright, as do all her heirs Including Will and Harry who are cheering from the stairs. Dianna’s there in spirit plus the Kiwis from the pub And the rough crowd from the chippie all dolled up with a scrub. She needs ALL of you behind her in her struggle for the best, Independence for Great Britain is ascendancy’s great quest. The very heart of what It means to dwell within these shores The very heart of what it means to be Brittish to the core. England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales combining for the task Of a guarantee of future from the quagmire of the past. We SHALL stand behind Teresa May and make our voices heard As we scream aloud the anthem to impart our final word…. RULE BRITANNIA, BRITTANIA RULE THE WAVES BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER… SHALL BE SLAVES! Boom, boom, boom RULE BRITANNIA, BRITANNIA RULE THE WAVES BRITAIN NEVER, NEVER EVER…. SHALL BE SLAVES! M. 18 December 2018
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Lacerate Laceration, Laceration, Laceration. A pessimistic look back on a Tony Blair speech. It could be said that that’s what he has done. Our former ‘Great’ Britain’ brought down to it’s knees. NO freedom of speech. NO freedom at all. It’s all so P.C.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
preech
Lacerate
Lacerate Laceration, Laceration, Laceration. A pessimistic look back on a Tony Blair speech. It could be said that that’s what he has done. Our former ‘Great’ Britain’ brought down to it’s knees. NO freedom of speech. NO freedom at all. It’s all so P.C.
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This is for those sky high low and ***** media grads of the fate-late noughties, grasping, pathetically, as dreams slip like their youth of yesteryear. Unpaid, over-laid, saturated with the cum-comedy of their university days. Then comes the choke and cloak of the next interview, interview, interview, the view into the next room is so beautiful and dazzling after that last **** so beautiful and dazzling after the next **** so beautiful and dazzling, please, I swear I'll just have one more **** Ceremonial drug use, a testimonial abuse of government aid, paid to those by the Hair Blair bunch of chumps who screamed the promise of higher education for the lot, a degree for every adult, an unpaid job for every graduate. The clouded confidence stutter of the high as a helicopter, once potential author, lost in the part-time smog of inner city university town down-and-outers. Left adrift with no financial spine, left to pine the disillusionment they now know they felt way before they knew what they've come to do, and be, and exist as forever.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
joseph-rogerson
This is for those (Part 2)
This is for those sky high low and ***** media grads of the fate-late noughties, grasping, pathetically, as dreams slip like their youth of yesteryear. Unpaid, over-laid, saturated with the cum-comedy of their university days. Then comes the choke and cloak of the next interview, interview, interview, the view into the next room is so beautiful and dazzling after that last **** so beautiful and dazzling after the next **** so beautiful and dazzling, please, I swear I'll just have one more **** Ceremonial drug use, a testimonial abuse of government aid, paid to those by the Hair Blair bunch of chumps who screamed the promise of higher education for the lot, a degree for every adult, an unpaid job for every graduate. The clouded confidence stutter of the high as a helicopter, once potential author, lost in the part-time smog of inner city university town down-and-outers. Left adrift with no financial spine, left to pine the disillusionment they now know they felt way before they knew what they've come to do, and be, and exist as forever.
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hand me down stories an indian burial ground figures in the woods three piles of rocks the same log bundle of blood i am so, so sorry
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
CoopLee
blair, maryland
hand me down stories an indian burial ground figures in the woods three piles of rocks the same log bundle of blood i am so, so sorry
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Pieces thrown everywhere Pieces of my heart, torn apart to the air Silence Nothing but silence after the offensive blair I cant take anymore of this repulsive snare My soul went down to my knees feeling weak and unaware My mind started repeating the undeniably cruel questionnaire After spending the day and night Writing all these things about his love that are so unfair Realizing how unworthy of a person you were I wont let you come and just glare It became a strong game With scare and despair ..
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
nourhakim7
Shattered
Pieces thrown everywhere Pieces of my heart, torn apart to the air Silence Nothing but silence after the offensive blair I cant take anymore of this repulsive snare My soul went down to my knees feeling weak and unaware My mind started repeating the undeniably cruel questionnaire After spending the day and night Writing all these things about his love that are so unfair Realizing how unworthy of a person you were I wont let you come and just glare It became a strong game With scare and despair ..
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The sun it rose in monochrome it slowley dipped to grey The TVs going digital and all of us will pay Its not the way the BBC was set to run it seems But now the bloke who holds the reigns has come from ITV So what of all the lower class the plebs with CRT They never asked for digital or freeview if you please But now in Tonys golden age I sit in dark despair The poor old sods who put him there for them he never cared He's taken every penny the pensioners ever got And to thank them for their every vote hes turned their tellys OFF! Bye Bye Tony and mind the door doesnt hit you on the **** on the way out.
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Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
MichealWolf
Bye Mr Blair
The sun it rose in monochrome it slowley dipped to grey The TVs going digital and all of us will pay Its not the way the BBC was set to run it seems But now the bloke who holds the reigns has come from ITV So what of all the lower class the plebs with CRT They never asked for digital or freeview if you please But now in Tonys golden age I sit in dark despair The poor old sods who put him there for them he never cared He's taken every penny the pensioners ever got And to thank them for their every vote hes turned their tellys OFF! Bye Bye Tony and mind the door doesnt hit you on the **** on the way out.
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Sweet scent, my gravity Carries me Wandering Through winding trees Fallen leaves hiss at me An omen, indistinct Upon the clearing My meadow stands empty, save for A maple. Its sap, Rust and wine, A fountain of false prophets From which I feast Into scorched earth, I cough up teeth Scarlet blood boiling Back up at me
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
lX0st
Blair
Sweet scent, my gravity Carries me Wandering Through winding trees Fallen leaves hiss at me An omen, indistinct Upon the clearing My meadow stands empty, save for A maple. Its sap, Rust and wine, A fountain of false prophets From which I feast Into scorched earth, I cough up teeth Scarlet blood boiling Back up at me
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nor does the love of flesh portray the enormity of the ink that weeps upon my page nor give sufficient life to the words that cling to me like orphaned children in search of a family such as pain of mind that amplifies an unjust justification that allows shadows to linger on my mind that which allows the trickle of tears to slowly wet my cheeks a blue blair, dead, still that adds to the temporal ruins that violate my freedom
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
edgar-whitman-wilde
justification!!!!!!!...
nor does the love of flesh portray the enormity of the ink that weeps upon my page nor give sufficient life to the words that cling to me like orphaned children in search of a family such as pain of mind that amplifies an unjust justification that allows shadows to linger on my mind that which allows the trickle of tears to slowly wet my cheeks a blue blair, dead, still that adds to the temporal ruins that violate my freedom
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If you want to make a killing; invest in war. Seems to work, for Blair, Bush et al. Those that follow the hunger of their self aggrandised, destiny's lore. So, roll out the blood red carpet, leading to the future's hungry jaw.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
gregory-paul-dancer
How to make a killing.
If you want to make a killing; invest in war. Seems to work, for Blair, Bush et al. Those that follow the hunger of their self aggrandised, destiny's lore. So, roll out the blood red carpet, leading to the future's hungry jaw.
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Following the bloodstains home, we tread the land with bristled soles, to cleanse the souls of the wide-eyed youth, spectacular fireworks to alter the truth, tar the land, and pepper the streets, concrete the corner where strangers meet, the placebo joy of the modern life, left vacant in the money-man's wake, a cardboard lot left to decay, oh, this is my Britain of today. The newsrooms are clinical, policies in place to reduce moral outrage, to reduce it to a hysterical mess, a cartoon-disaster of life's distress, so the public in fear, exist but not live, to fight the recession; you must give, give, give, give, your life to your freedom to live without choice, you can sign a slip, to mimic a voice and to ensure the vow of regular pay, oh, this is my Britain of today. A history of salvation, we lend heroes to established truth, we parade on corners in our concrete joy, rejoice in the miracle of the new royal boy, who shall live in fat, and live in health, sacred tender to the country's wealth, of empire and power of totalities, of stone-walled cities, and Northern breeze, the Jack tattooed on imperial flags, oh, this is my Britain of today. A stream of entertainment, how it pounds the floor in seamless sound, how it drizzles the walls in a trophy glitz, a hypnotic and false, synthetic blitz, of caffeine veins, and digital sea, of attention-span in atrophy. Wait not on thoughts, instead mind-chatter, you say “don't talk on dark topic, and keep depth away!” oh, this is my Britain of today. Following the apathy home, I tread the land in heavy-worn soles, to cleanse my soul of restricted air, to dream of travel, to fortunes fair, but in this bliss of a greener grass; it is for Britain I hold communal mass. For each Blair, I know, is a Rupert Brooke, each levelled city, there's Wilfred's book, or some Dickensian dream of caricatured past, where only tyranny is built to last, for each liberty taken, is Huxley's piece, is Lessing's thoughts and Shelley's release, and the meander of Avon through grey rain, adds desperate poetry for the lives still slain, so we can live in peace, and in sugared tea, with red wine lips on the periphery; in those day's hard living, in those days' worth spent, with only a book and blood descent, the community dances in the advent of May, oh, this is my Britain of yesterday.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Edward-Coles
My Britain
Following the bloodstains home, we tread the land with bristled soles, to cleanse the souls of the wide-eyed youth, spectacular fireworks to alter the truth, tar the land, and pepper the streets, concrete the corner where strangers meet, the placebo joy of the modern life, left vacant in the money-man's wake, a cardboard lot left to decay, oh, this is my Britain of today. The newsrooms are clinical, policies in place to reduce moral outrage, to reduce it to a hysterical mess, a cartoon-disaster of life's distress, so the public in fear, exist but not live, to fight the recession; you must give, give, give, give, your life to your freedom to live without choice, you can sign a slip, to mimic a voice and to ensure the vow of regular pay, oh, this is my Britain of today. A history of salvation, we lend heroes to established truth, we parade on corners in our concrete joy, rejoice in the miracle of the new royal boy, who shall live in fat, and live in health, sacred tender to the country's wealth, of empire and power of totalities, of stone-walled cities, and Northern breeze, the Jack tattooed on imperial flags, oh, this is my Britain of today. A stream of entertainment, how it pounds the floor in seamless sound, how it drizzles the walls in a trophy glitz, a hypnotic and false, synthetic blitz, of caffeine veins, and digital sea, of attention-span in atrophy. Wait not on thoughts, instead mind-chatter, you say “don't talk on dark topic, and keep depth away!” oh, this is my Britain of today. Following the apathy home, I tread the land in heavy-worn soles, to cleanse my soul of restricted air, to dream of travel, to fortunes fair, but in this bliss of a greener grass; it is for Britain I hold communal mass. For each Blair, I know, is a Rupert Brooke, each levelled city, there's Wilfred's book, or some Dickensian dream of caricatured past, where only tyranny is built to last, for each liberty taken, is Huxley's piece, is Lessing's thoughts and Shelley's release, and the meander of Avon through grey rain, adds desperate poetry for the lives still slain, so we can live in peace, and in sugared tea, with red wine lips on the periphery; in those day's hard living, in those days' worth spent, with only a book and blood descent, the community dances in the advent of May, oh, this is my Britain of yesterday.
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I won't write a letter to some president Whoever they may be Because if they ever truly wanted freedom They would tear down the fences And make the White House a shelter for the  homeless   Or they would fill all the empty houses on my street And every other empty house on every other street with empty houses If there is something I've learned from 21 years Is that its the common people who make the real change in this world It's the common people who build the world for all to life in For me this started at Peekskill When 20 thousand men and women formed a wall so Paul Robeson could sing safe from harm Then I learned of Spain in the 30s From the Asturian miners to the Catalan anarchists The guns that protected Madrid and thousands of voices singing A Las Barricadas and No Pasarán And some nights I whisper a curse for every bomb that struck Guernica Meanwhile in West Virginia common people fought for equality at Harper's Ferry and for the rights of the workers at Blair Mountain And even today in southern Mexico, it's the common people who are creating Zapata's great dream of a world where land belongs to those who work it The people of this world are capable of such beautiful things All the dollars in all the banks can't buy out the human spirit And all the bullets in all the guns can't lessen the strength of us all standing together And just as a wise man once said: "We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing in this minute."
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
daniel-robinson
A New World In Our Hearts
I won't write a letter to some president Whoever they may be Because if they ever truly wanted freedom They would tear down the fences And make the White House a shelter for the  homeless   Or they would fill all the empty houses on my street And every other empty house on every other street with empty houses If there is something I've learned from 21 years Is that its the common people who make the real change in this world It's the common people who build the world for all to life in For me this started at Peekskill When 20 thousand men and women formed a wall so Paul Robeson could sing safe from harm Then I learned of Spain in the 30s From the Asturian miners to the Catalan anarchists The guns that protected Madrid and thousands of voices singing A Las Barricadas and No Pasarán And some nights I whisper a curse for every bomb that struck Guernica Meanwhile in West Virginia common people fought for equality at Harper's Ferry and for the rights of the workers at Blair Mountain And even today in southern Mexico, it's the common people who are creating Zapata's great dream of a world where land belongs to those who work it The people of this world are capable of such beautiful things All the dollars in all the banks can't buy out the human spirit And all the bullets in all the guns can't lessen the strength of us all standing together And just as a wise man once said: "We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing in this minute."
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Alexander k Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) Of Orwell George and his satirical 1984 Manufacturing words abracadabra and demagogic phrases Making juvenile English to swell in size and all Beyond Shakespearean bossom of a teen African woman Forming ubiquitous the double-speak whose Attendant ****** sisters of England are Double talk, double talk, and double smile Who said the suavity in double love and double cross are The twin progenitors of Eric Blair the farmer of animals Collaborating with Jones to sleep in the pigsty where swines mate Plummaging the world with plethorae of yutopianisism Wherein glorious big brothers watch you African double speakers As you sheepishly Sleigh international criminal justice in a beautiful ploy To obfuscate mellifluous bambinos off the buffoonery powers that be But When 1984 comes after a full circle of idiosyncrancies, the fools will be seen
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
OF DOUBLE-SPEAK
Alexander k Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) Of Orwell George and his satirical 1984 Manufacturing words abracadabra and demagogic phrases Making juvenile English to swell in size and all Beyond Shakespearean bossom of a teen African woman Forming ubiquitous the double-speak whose Attendant ****** sisters of England are Double talk, double talk, and double smile Who said the suavity in double love and double cross are The twin progenitors of Eric Blair the farmer of animals Collaborating with Jones to sleep in the pigsty where swines mate Plummaging the world with plethorae of yutopianisism Wherein glorious big brothers watch you African double speakers As you sheepishly Sleigh international criminal justice in a beautiful ploy To obfuscate mellifluous bambinos off the buffoonery powers that be But When 1984 comes after a full circle of idiosyncrancies, the fools will be seen
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Sometimes I like to sit in the shade On a park bench, watch the ducks on parade, In a long line, smoothly swimming somewhere, Causing hardly a ripple as they move here and there, And gliding so gracefully, supercilious swans, Plucking at grass from newly mown lawns, See the flowers in bloom in yellows and reds, Artfully arranged in bright flower beds, The bees buzzing busily as they do their day’s work, Hear the pigeon wings flap and the little birds chirp, With trees in the background, every size, every shape, Their reflections outlined in the shimmering lake, The leaves multi-coloured in orange, brown and green, Creating a sublimely harmonious scene, All this, and the sun’s rays caressing the ground, Tell me it’s heaven on earth that I’ve found. From Entertaining Verse Poems ©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald) http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
blair-gowrie
A Sunny Day
Sometimes I like to sit in the shade On a park bench, watch the ducks on parade, In a long line, smoothly swimming somewhere, Causing hardly a ripple as they move here and there, And gliding so gracefully, supercilious swans, Plucking at grass from newly mown lawns, See the flowers in bloom in yellows and reds, Artfully arranged in bright flower beds, The bees buzzing busily as they do their day’s work, Hear the pigeon wings flap and the little birds chirp, With trees in the background, every size, every shape, Their reflections outlined in the shimmering lake, The leaves multi-coloured in orange, brown and green, Creating a sublimely harmonious scene, All this, and the sun’s rays caressing the ground, Tell me it’s heaven on earth that I’ve found. From Entertaining Verse Poems ©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald) http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
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Boris likes to stroke his Mogg Merkel loves a hot Macron David Davis hates to Barnier Keir Starmer gels with Garnier May adores her slimy Gove While Corbyn woos the Abbott Liz Truss? Such angry sourpuss Herself to champion loudly fuss And Greening's not for leaning Against the Brexit so opposed Sajid wants a blimp of Trump Which has given Donald the **** Whilst in the gilt historic chair We’ve a bent partisanal ****** Cash grabbing John the squeaker Bercow! How in hell are you still Speaker? Now when speaking of selfish greed Travel. Duck houses. Second homes, and such Let’s remember; as not to would be unfair That glib arrogant war-monger; Blair I’ve had enough of all of them The Blunts. The Hunts. The useless… Pieces of flotsam and jetsom Don’t even start me on Leadsom! ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
pofacedpoetry
TO LAMPOON THE BUFFOONS
Boris likes to stroke his Mogg Merkel loves a hot Macron David Davis hates to Barnier Keir Starmer gels with Garnier May adores her slimy Gove While Corbyn woos the Abbott Liz Truss? Such angry sourpuss Herself to champion loudly fuss And Greening's not for leaning Against the Brexit so opposed Sajid wants a blimp of Trump Which has given Donald the **** Whilst in the gilt historic chair We’ve a bent partisanal ****** Cash grabbing John the squeaker Bercow! How in hell are you still Speaker? Now when speaking of selfish greed Travel. Duck houses. Second homes, and such Let’s remember; as not to would be unfair That glib arrogant war-monger; Blair I’ve had enough of all of them The Blunts. The Hunts. The useless… Pieces of flotsam and jetsom Don’t even start me on Leadsom! ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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The photos of Iraq, See soldiers smugly smiling, Must be on crack. The torture of the jailed, Humiliated more than punished, In glee how "the brave" wailed. Soldiers for freedom and justice, Think again and think, Realise - illegality, The pain, the torture. The Arab world is our world too, Don't be fooled or tricked, Bush and Blair, Utter ******** Save the souls before the souls are turned, Turned against our own. "The camera never lies, But liars may photograph." The truth will out, We will rock their world, We will ruin their world, We will break our world.
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
simon-clark
Bush, Blair, ********
The photos of Iraq, See soldiers smugly smiling, Must be on crack. The torture of the jailed, Humiliated more than punished, In glee how "the brave" wailed. Soldiers for freedom and justice, Think again and think, Realise - illegality, The pain, the torture. The Arab world is our world too, Don't be fooled or tricked, Bush and Blair, Utter ******** Save the souls before the souls are turned, Turned against our own. "The camera never lies, But liars may photograph." The truth will out, We will rock their world, We will ruin their world, We will break our world.
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