Pearl, Merle And Earl And Politics

Pearl, a republican, finds it hard to change.
Merle, a democrat, as usual thinks Pearl is strange.
Earl, is independent minded and politically on the fence.

Pearl whines, “When I hear the liberal crowd, they’re just too loud.”
Merle snaps back, “Pearl, that’s no reason.
Would you vote for Mickey Mouse if he were quiet for a season? ”
Earl joins in, “I’d vote either way for anyone who didn’t say
Something stupid for a day.”

Pearl laments, “I’m worried about where our country’s going.”
Merle agrees, “All politicians argue while our problems keep growing.”
Earl declares, “We, the people, will demonstrate,
Until our government really starts to improve our fate.”

These senior members differ on many issues, but they’re closely bound…
In the belief that “It’s government for the people, not the other way around.”

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Our Not-So-Legal System

It’s not that you’re right or wrong or whether it’s a sin.
The only thing that counts at all is if you bank a win.
The power of money, not the facts, is your winning guide.
What really happened takes back seat, just here for the ride.

Get a lawyer who boasts that he’s never, ever lost a case.
Don’t be a fool and choose one who has ethics as his base.
Then let him teach you exactly how… and what to say,
Especially when those damnable real facts get in the way.

The truth, nothing but the truth so said your sacred oath…
As interpreted by your attorney, just to serve you both.
Though scared and tattered, this troubled system survives;
So much better than other worlds where despots rule lives.

Our not-so-legal system is here since many have fought and died.
As Winston Churchill said of democracy,
“It’s better than all the rest we’ve tried”.

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Sounds of Silence

Nature’s greatest gifts attacked by disquieted nations,
Leaving nothing in place but mechanical reverberations.
Melodies of the woods serenading shooting stars
Surrender to hammers pounding and boisterous cars.

Silence, soothing silence, you have spoken a world to me.
A partner with whisperings always meant to set me free.
Now a threatened companion once always at my side;
When juxtaposed with greed I often ignored your guide.

Silence, I beseech you, use tones soft, but clear
So no matter where I am, I’ll know you can be near.
At times when myriad noises distract or voices demur,
Hypnotize me into your world where all thought is pure.

Silence oh silence; I need you more each and every day.
Clear my mind; destroy that grind with your gentle way.
Silence my silence; I promise to hear your every word.
Give me peace and help me cease to value the absurd.

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Lest We Forget

As earth roars beneath our feet there’s no place to hide.
Buildings fly and people cry with death on every side.
Dust and rubble now smother everything we see,
Though once again we refuse to be slaves of tragedy.

Nature stole our buildings; it can never take our pride.
Sights, sounds and smells choke senses on every side.
Too long a people subject to every unjust indiscretion;
Help us raise our heads…each a proud, renewed Haitian.

Rich neighbors thrive only a few miles away,
But for us time seems to have held centuries at bay.
Even before this rumbling tore our country apart,
Scourges of thirst and hunger left many a heavy heart.

To lift our spirits as we have done often before,
Mid this maudlin mirage where we’ll never really be poor,
We sing and we chant knowing God will help us carry on.
We thank him for what’s given, not what lament what is gone.

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These Christmas Days

On these Christmas days all through our place
We merrily decorate every possible space.
There're lights on the roof and wreaths on the door.
Garland on the banister just adds that much more.
Rainbows of cards brighten tables and walls,
As Santas and the manger enshrine smiling halls.
At the center of attention is our beautiful tree
Adorned with mementos from friends and family.
Piled beneath the foliage under ribbons and bows
Are the symbols reminding us why this season glows.
Not what’s in each box or how many are there,
But the spirit of giving plus the memories we share.
Before the wink of an eye or the twist of a nose
One more year has rushed by so we'd like to propose
That we be kinder and gentler to family & friends
And to all we encounter since our future depends
On the love we give that can't help go both ways
Filling lives with the spirit of these Christmas days.

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New Orleans

This landmark is a distressed city
Near a wretched, yet predictable sea;
Blown down, then drowned
By an ocean of enmity.

During man’s course of life,
Such tragedies will lead him astray.
It’s then that government of the people
Must show its people the way.

A plan is hope in a storm of mistrust
Which conceals most accessible land.
With a guide, rebirth is demonstrably near
When today it’s not close at hand.

The cost of prevention is a fraction
Of the cure that they now must pay.
Years and untold reactions can’t suffice
For lives lost on this terrible day.

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Simplify

In this computer complicated, overrated material world I ask, “Why? ”
Why is there no time or reason to take hold of life and simplify?
Governments are so confusing that the people they are abusing
Have no way to understand to what degree they suffer from each lie.
Their hope, their only hope is to simply simplify.

A child’s life is simple and pure.
It learns when rights and wrongs occur.
Then its vision becomes confusing when it observes a world refusing
To simplify its ways; in fact it’s now a spurious maze
Where rich leave poor careening; wars have no meaning,
And man has left the elements teaming.

Though there is hope as the years rush by
Just take hold of life and simplify.
Instead of the implications of money, power and fame,
Let love’s admirations simplify your game.
Then no doubt you’ll change all the while
And happiness will rediscover that long lost smile.

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The Hen and the Wren

The lovely, laying hen said to the itsy-bitsy wren.

'Good morning. It's nice to see you now and then.'

The itsy-bitsy wren said, 'Thank you Mrs. Hen.

I haven't seen you for awhile and don't remember when.'

The laying hen said to the itsy-bitsy wren, 'If you recall,

The last time we were together was a bit before last fall.'

The wren smiled and said, 'Oh yes I should have guessed.

It's spring again so I'm back to build another nest.'

The hen said, 'Soon we both will be sitting on our eggs.

Not long after that there'll be babies ‘neath our legs.'

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What Money Buys And Doesn't

A trip around the world with a first class ticket,
Freedom though guilty in a legal thicket,
A castle with high walls and a mote,
The purchase of most any senator’s vote,
Foie gras, caviar and Chateau Lafite at least,
Beautiful women there to please at every feast.
All this as they stare at their bank accounts,
And bar no holds for even greater amounts.

These are accoutrements for which so many fight and die.
Just one simple word… Why? Why? Why?

The paper notes they fondle and cherish so
Won’t be worth a penny when it’s their time to go.
The lives they crush and hopes slit as with a sheath
Can’t be healed by the usurped money they bequeath.
Their funds won’t buy or keep a single real friend.
In fact as it grows scavengers from all sides will descend.
Money won’t buy true love which is most precious of all.
Nor one second extra of life when eternity comes to call.

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Ninety-Nine Versus One

Ninety-nine and one used to equal 100 percent.
However, math today is askew and I how resent
That the one percent controls the ninety-nine
And seeks to steal their remaining fruit rotting on the vine.

Once ninety nine was ninety-nine times one percent.
Now that one is 40 times or greater of all the money spent.
This 100% contains more powerful, greedy rich every day
As middle class suffers through more poverty and less say.

Many new millionaires and billionaires populate the 100%
While millions lose their homes and can hardly pay rent.
Our wealthy political leaders who fashion income tax laws
Take care that they and theirs are protected in every cause.

"We the people of the United States…" will deteriorate
To read "We the rich and powerful, how much we rate…"
Unless common man wakes up from his slumbering nights
And demands his rightful place in that 100% of his rights!

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