Welcome to Our World In Poetry.  I hope you enjoy your visit.  More than that, I hope that you will see "Our World" and "Poetry" in a different perspective. All of the poetry on this site is written by JerriFaye Thomason, that would be me...  As you will see this site is dedicated to Our World & Poetry. 
Very little of the poetry will be of a personal nature.  Although, there will be a few poems that make it on here.  There are poems that tug at my heart and those will most certainly make their debut. 
Okay then, here we go.  Why don't you get a cup of coffee. 
I feel the need for a Mountain Dew myself. 

 Enjoy!

~Me~

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As far as my Political Poetry goes. Well folks, you see the news... There are no words to capture these candidate. Damn people, just write me in. Mom says I'd be assassinated within two week. But guys, I'm taking a whole bunch of these idiot terrorist with me. I promise to bring ALL AMERICANS HOME - STAT. Airplanes 24/7. I'd leave the hardware, may even consider destroying it all so no one could use it against us. If you are (any foreign country) are hiding these terrorists. Then in my mind that makes you a terrorist state. Hand them over NOW or Die with them. George Bush should have a long time ago rearranged some sand and mountains in Afghanistan. Then he should have called Iraq, Iran, and North Korea and invited them to play ball... Fear, ladies & gentlemen, is a good thing. And as you can see they are not afraid of dying. They kill each other and strap bombs on killing themselves and us. It's a harsh concept, I know. But we're not fighting soldiers ~ We're fighting an ideology. The only chance of walking away with new concepts and maybe a new government is by letting all of the mothers know what going to happen. Being a mother is a universal sorority. Threaten her complete family, her country, her world as she knows it. If she saw the destruction of another enemy state. Then these moms would fight their husbands, sons, and other family members. It is a mother’s instinct to protect what is hers. Yes, she would get beaten, but she would get up! Now, you have two fronts and Moms would become America's ally. Not by choice you understand, but by preservation. Preservation is what mothers every where do daily without thinking. Believe it or not, the day would come when they would realize that it was a good decision.

~~~BY THE WAY~~~

WHAT WE DESTROY ~ WE DO NOT REBUILD 

~Me~

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Hey People,

As you can see there has been some changes to OWIP.  I hope that you like them.  I have added a new page and it is not a poetry page.  It is "Something Different" so check it out.  If there is a site out there that's a little different or off the wall let me know.  We will add it.  Indiana's best kept secret is also on this page...   Broken & lost l links have been found for the most part.  Some new links had to be found as replacments.  Lost links & the fact that I saved nothing meant my news poems were no longer verifiable.  If I had had a brain in my head I would have saved these news articles.  From what I'm finding out most links change on average every thirty days.  I have been looking for new links to these news articles.  Some I found ~ Some I didn't.  However, I will from now on save the articles.  I am sorry for not realizing that this could happen.  My news poems suffered a real blow and I didn't even know it.  "Oh well, live & learn."

Thanks,
~Me~

P.S. 
  I have contacted sevveral news sites and asked for the updated links that have been broken.  So far, no answers.

P.S.S.

This is a "no brainer"...  The news sites are not going to respond. 

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Sir B          &        Kibilo

OWIP'S Welcome Wagon

You'll see them peeking in from time to time.  Yep, they're nosey!

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NEW POEMS

America for Sale

Lady Liberty beaconed a call,
Come in ~ You’re wanted ~ One and all,
A melting pot ~ It was said,
America’s Blessed ~ Your futures ahead,
So they came from all lands,
Working hard was the plan,
The mix was good for the most part,
America was young and she had heart,
Neighbors helped neighbors in every way,
And this worked for many days,
Yet, as America grew and formed,
The birth of a government ~ Democracy was born,
This too was good because people had voice,
It empowered a nation by giving them choice,
Democracy was based on a simple thought,
Majority rule ~ Thus, the voting plot,
This too worked for a century or two,
Progress vs. Democracy ~ America might loose,
The neighborly way fell by the wayside,
No one noticed ~ No one cried,
It happened slowly over time,
American values were on the decline,
As the government grew identity was lost,
The people became smaller ~ Less say ~ The cost,
Neighborhoods became towns and towns became cities,
The people became faceless and that was a pity,
Searching for a place to belong,
Minorities formed ~ And became strong,
Minorities now have more than a say,
There belief’s now rule the day,
Money now is the voice of the land,
Everyone knows this and understands,
New laws now say “Majority Rule” isn’t right,
The Tyranny of the Minority rejects Liberty‘s light,
They came to prosper ~ They came to live,
Progress demands ~ A changed America instead,
Lobbyist are bought ~ Officials too,
The “Land of the Free” is no longer true,
Money begets money and friends are bought,
America for Sale ~ Plot by plot,
Hollywood now is pushing their views,
The young listen ~ Not having a clue,
Bands are now doing the same,
Politicians should be ashamed,
America for sale ~ Could it be?
America for sale ~ No longer free.
As the flag waves and the wind plays,
Off in the distance an auctioneer bays,
A small part of America held up and viewed,
America for sale ~ She’s declined in value,
The Pledge of Allegiance ~ And prayers to God,
Are no longer allowed on public school sod,
As foreigners come to America’s shores,
Not as welcomed as they were before,
They come to America ~ They come to be free,
Yet, they recreate their homeland’s decree,
Americans also hurt this land,
By never taking an unwavering stand,
Farmers bring in aliens to tend their crop,
Buying foreign products has to stop,
Big business here is owned over there,
And Americans act as if they don’t care,
Yes, they stomp and they cuss the news,
But, throwing a fit just won’t do,
Doing without ~ Refusing to buy,
Keep America going ~ Don’t let her die,
The fore fathers from this beautiful land,
Scream from their graves ~ “Take A Stand,”
They died taking a stand ~ They died in the belief,
That Liberty was worth death ~ Democracy worth grief,
Take back the past ~ Take hold of the Now,
Reclaim America ~ And give Lady Liberty a bow.

"GOD BLESS AMERICA & KEEP HER SAFE"

Note:

This poem is how I see our home land changing.  One night I was watching Brian Williams on the NBC News.  He did a news story about:  AMERICA FOR SALE.  I could not find his clip.  So I did a search and found the stories in print that Brian was covering.

1.  Foreign Investors Eyeing American Icons?

2.  Abu Dhabi fund snaps up NY's Chrysler Building

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As you can see, I have been adding pictures to my poetry. 
I hope you like it.  Before I lost my guestbook, I had several ask
for more pictures. Finding the right pictures and trying to give credit to
 those sites is more time consuming than you think.  If you have any pictures
that could go with any of my poems, I sure would appreciate it. 
If so, please send them to thomasonj@bigfoot.com.  

Thanks,
~Me~

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Remember the Shriners Kids page.  It is not a poetry page.  It is a page that I hope will help locate .  It is my aim to bring friends back together.  We lived there for months at a time depending upon the types of surgery and rehab one had.  So, we became family.  Our parents weren't allowed to stay with us.  Visitations were on weekends.  We went to school just like everyone else.  So, my hope is to find old friends.  Not just mine but for all who wonder.  I have added a blog to this portion.  So, if you are looking for someone come on in and maybe we can all help each other.  If you know a Shriners Kid please forward this to them. 

Wish us luck ~ I truly hope this works,
~Me~

P.S.  So far it's not working.  Am I the only one who wonders about lost friends?  I think I might be.  It has been over a year and no one else shown any interest in this endeavor.  I don't remember this time of my life as a negative.  I remember it as a home away from home.