A VACATION!!! ~ Is this
true
A VACATION!!! ~ Is this true,
As
American’s die for you?
It’s to hot during August
days,
So, Iraqi officials do not stay,
A civil war
engulfs your land,
Your people are dying ~
Understand?
What’s a few degrees here and there,
If
you love your people ~ Show you care,
Stay and work on
your government to be,
Help your homeland ~ By hearing
her pleas,
Help mankind by becoming strong,
Make a
distinction between right and wrong,
A troubled land
since the beginning of time,
A history written ~ A future
to unwind,
Make your government ~ Your hearts
desire,
Give her truth and kindness for all to admire,
Show your children that people can change,
A nation
can grow ~ Dreams have no range,
All things take time,
foresight and design,
A government on vacation ~ Is a
government blind,
Especially one in the midst of a civil
war,
Where no one is safe ~ Not even God’s
Door.
~~~
A VACATION!!! ~ Is this true,
As
American’s die for you?
It’s to hot during August
days,
So, Iraqi officials do not stay,
A civil war
engulfs your land,
Your people are dying ~
Understand?
Note:
Bob
Schieffer's Commentary:
(Click on Bob's streamline link above
will play ad first and then his commentary will load +
play)****************************************************************************
President Gerald R.
Ford
Flags hang
low across this land,
Yet, proudly fly ~ For an honored
man,
He was not elected Commander and Chief,
He served
at a time of turmoil and grief,
Bernstein and Woodward of
The Washington Post,
Broke “The Watergate Scandal” ~
Thanks to “Deep Throat”,
Nixon resigned ~ Most thought
in disgrace,
He waved his goodbyes as he vacated this
place,
Vice President Ford stepped forward that
day,
His words were simple ~ The truth was his
way,
Now, as President ~ He saw America scarred,
To
heal her wounds is where he would start,
His stay was
short ~ Yet, history was made,
He never regretted the
pardon he gave,
The pardon was his defining role,
And
angry citizens told him so,
Not many remember his other
deeds,
Like ending the war over seas,
Vietnam divided
~ North against south,
Americans too ~ Had their
doubts,
Dictatorship vs. Freedom of land,
The issues
were simple but not so the war plan,
As President Ford
with strength did guide,
The winds of war changed their
tides,
Saigon fell and the war did end,
South Vietnam
was left by her friend,
Prisoners of war on the nightly
news,
It broke many hearts to see this
abuse,
All-in-all, this war took its toll,
And America
lost bits of her soul,
So, President Ford did
understand,
That his mission in life was at
hand,
Intuitive he was in politics and life,
Steadfast
to his country, children and wife,
Infidelity a word
never linked to his name,
Genuine and honor never hungry
for fame,
Never a scandal ~ Not even a hint,
He came ~
He served ~ Then he went,
Leaving his office with dignity
and pride,
Thank you Mr. President ~ For being our
guide.
~~~
Thank You Mr. President & God Bless
America
(Our 38th President)
President Gerald Rudolph
Ford
July 14, 1913 - December 26, 2006
~~~
Note:
Pictures came from President Ford's official
website. As I stated
earlier, the information came
from myself and two high school friends.
The nightly news
confirmed our memories.
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The World News Tonight With Peter
Jennings
“If Peter don’t tell me ~ I don’t
need to know.”
These words were spoke with humor
bestowed,
I watched him report and share with the
world,
His insights given as the news was unfurled,
Then one evening out of the blue,
He spoke of his
illness to me and to you,
Lung cancer had invaded his
life,
A leave he was taking ~ So he could fight,
Dan
Rather was gone ~ Tom Brokaw too,
It seemed as if Peter
was already doomed,
He lost his fight ~ The cancer did
win,
The world now grieves with his family and
friends,
The World News Tonight will not be the
same,
With Peter Jennings no longer named.
As he
reported his news on the air,
There sat a man who really
did care,
He flew the oceans ~ He sailed the skies,
To
inform his world ~ No truth denied,
Foreign lands where
old cultures lie,
Where people aren‘t heard when they
cry,
Peter did bring these stories to light,
Giving a
voice and exposing their plights,
While watching him
deliver the news,
The world became smaller because we now
knew,
As he spoke to the camera each day,
His eyes
said things his voice didn’t say,
Peter is gone from his
family ~ Gone from his home,
Gone from this world that he
loved to roam,
Maybe he’s reporting in Heaven’s own
Sphere,
Telling our Father ~ How it is here.
“If
Peter don’t tell me ~ I don’t need to know,”
~~~ I guess
these words are no longer so. ~~~
Peter
Jennings
July 29, 1938
August 8, 2005
Note:
Picture from: http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/PeterJennings/
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TSUNAMI UNLEASHED
Paradise so gentle ~ So easy and
free,
Paradise interrupted ~ As the world would
see,
An earthquake beneath the ocean floor,
Sent
gigantic waves colliding with coastal shores,
Unknown to
all who lived and played,
Destruction was coming ~ And
all betrayed,
The waters were a livelihood to many a
man,
They worked and played ~ Trusting their
plan,
Then it came ~ Out of no where it seemed,
Waves
of terror ~ Nightmares undreamed,
Water was rolling and
rushing to meet,
All in it’s path would soon know
defeat,
As on lookers watched ~ Struck by it’s
awe,
They stood in its path and caught in the
yaw,
Some did run trusting their eyes,
For most it was
to late and many would die,
Violent waves unleashed on
the land,
Took hostage of all ~ Claiming all on the
sand,
~~~
As the waves crashed on to the
beach,
They rushed on past into the streets,
Swept up
into the violent waves,
Thousands found themselves
enslaved,
Caught in the grips of this watery
beast,
Fighting for freedom as their fear
increased,
Some clung to their husbands and
wives,
Mothers held babies and fathers heard
cries,
Babies were ripped from their parents
arms,
Virtually all found bodily harm,
The waters
receded almost with a suck,
Relieved and fascinated ~
Till the waters re-struck,
Onlookers again in the way of
this creature,
Couldn’t believe the fierceness of
nature,
These waves rolled on past the beaches and
streets,
Into the villages devouring all that it
meets,
Rolling over and demolishing buildings and
homes,
Leaving nations destroyed and millions to
roam,
~~~
Orphaned children ~ Parents
too,
Death and destruction ~ In panoramic
view,
Thousands upon thousands in eleven nations
die,
Leave millions wondering and asking God,
“Why?”
Bodies are lying where the waters did
carry,
Lost in the muck and thus they do
tarry,
Waiting to be found and then to be named,
Their
families are searching trying to reclaim,
Needing to take
their dead loved ones home,
Alive they may be ~ But their
souls are alone,
Some stand at the ocean’s
edge,
Waiting for the waves to return their
dead,
Other sift thru the dead that wait,
The horrors
they see as the bodies stagnate,
The odor worsens as
each day does pass,
Searching and burying ~ A monumental
task,
Disease is the next fear to ensue,
With no
clinics open and hospitals few.
~~~
~ No homes
to seek
~ No food to eat,
~ No place to bathe or to
sit,
~ Life here is now unfit,
~ No gauze or medicine
to treat the wounds,
~ No, healing here will not come
soon,
~ No where for the weak or the brave,
~ Yet,
they stand each brand new day.
~~~
The world
heard their collective cries,
They viewed the scenes
where thousands died,
Understanding this unfathomable
loss,
Likens itself to the theory of chaos,
So
understanding will be left undone,
Being content with
each new sun,
Only aid will help these zones,
To
remove the rubble and the stones,
Many nations rise up to
give,
Wanting to help the survivors live,
They send
food, water, and clothes,
Tent Cities to shelter the ones
exposed,
Water treatment equipment to ease their
plight,
Technical personnel to lend insight,
Doctors
and nurses from many places,
Come to help these endearing
sad faces,
As millions of citizens send money their
way,
Via the Red Cross, Unicef and a charities
buffet,
Children are giving their piggy banks,
Showing
adults that help is better than tanks,
Children helping
children across many nations,
Reaching out to ~ The
Tsunami Generation,
And adults too feel with their
hearts,
As churches and communities do their
parts,
Collecting clothes, shoes and toys too,
Helping
the victims is what most want to do,
Even Hollywood got
in the act,
Singing for free ~ Hoping that the world
would react.
“Tsunami Aid: A Concert of Hope,”
What
started with a wave ~ Has ended with “Arms Across The
Globe.”
Note:
As of today 162,000
people have died in 11 nations. Aanywhere from 2.5 to 5
million people have been
displaced.
Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand,
Myanmar, Bangladesh, India, Sri Lanka, Maldives, Somalia,
Kenya & Tanzania
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Beslan
Russia
Reminiscent
of recent times,
Terroristic and unthinkable
crimes
Death filled air ~ Death uncapped,
Terrorism is
now globally mapped,
Nothing is sacred ~ No one
secure,
How much more can a country endure?
Two planes
fell from the sky,
All eighty-nine instantly die,
A
suicide bomber with bombs in place,
Took nine more souls
in a twisted disgrace,
Russia’s been hit ~ And been hit
hard,
It’s left one little town eternally
scared,
Militants held captive a public school,
Mere
children thrown into a cesspool,
Bombs were made and
placed just so,
These children had no place to
go,
They were made to watch as time ticked by,
Knowing
that they were going to die,
No food or water for
students or staff,
No comforting arms on their
behalf,
Lost little souls in a soulless room,
Knowing
this room would be their tomb,
Torment inside these walls
was depraved,
Outside these walls families cried and
prayed,
Moms and dads were losing their minds,
Knowing
their kids were running out of time,
Needing to hug and
kiss them again,
Needing to mend their unknown sin,
Needing to say the “I love yous”,
Needing to be there
to see them through,
Needing to walk them to the other
side,
Needing to be there to hold and guide,
But
watching is all they were allowed to do,
Two days of hell
before the rescue,
A rescue that went sadly awry,
God
only knows why so many died...
Many were wounded ~ Body
and Soul,
Why they were spared only God
Knows...
Parents are lost ~ Lost in plain sight,
Lost
in a world ~ Searching for light,
A nation is crying as
one does cry,
This country has lost something
inside,
As a people they’re strong and holding onto,
The hope that God will see them through.
Note:
Pictures from: http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/09/04/russia.school/
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/5881958/
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FAHRENHEIT 9/11: Michael
Moore
Men
of Art who’ve something to say,
Relay the message of
their day,
Tis so now as in the past,
Fate proclaims
it’s not the last,
Some men are right ~ Some are
wrong,
Some spew evil in the form of song,
Men do
differ from day to night,
Some believe they have the
sight,
Others seek their fortune and fame,
Preying on
the weak ~ A sporting game,
Attacking the masses in their
heartland,
Monetary Value the price they
demand.
~~~
A man now lives in this time,
Value
free unless it makes him a dime,
Political rightness
isn’t a thought,
He slurs his country and worries
not,
His countrymen war in a distant land,
Trying to
lend this country a hand,
To free a people under
dictator’s rule,
Poverty ridden and treated cruel,
As
soldiers fight and as soldiers die,
His ears don’t hear
their pleas and cries,
Many die on this foreign
soil,
Their families live in constant turmoil,
But
this man is selling his play,
Millions listen to what he
has to say,
So he makes a coin and turns a head,
A
bomb explodes ~ More soldiers are dead.
~~~
From
country to county and door to door,
Selling his views ~
Michael Moore,
In the form of a play with clips of
news,
Fahrenheit 9/11 made its debut,
A documentary of
its time?
It’s not true ~ But it made his
dime.
Note:
fighting words:
A wartime
lexicon.
Unfairenheit 9/11
The lies of Michael Moore.
By Christopher
Hitchens
Posted Monday, June
21, 2004, at 3:26 PM ET
Picture also from the site
of:
http://www.slate.com/id/2102723
In his own words
Filmmakers' quotes on
America, the warMichael Moore's new movie
"Fahrenheit 9/11'' has raised temperatures in
Republican circles - and that's intentional.
Find these quotes at www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5353971/ |
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President Reagan's death touched a nation. His
life touched the world. Our tears were for
both.
The Procession
SAD... SAD... NEWS...
President Reagan
has died,
Ten years of Alzheimer’s,
Yet, his wife was
at his side.
Silence... Solitude...
It is
comfortable and right,
For the thousands of
mourners,
Who come to bid him goodnight.
A flag
draped coffin...
His body inside,
As he
laid-in-waiting,
For his country’s
goodbye.
Guarded by the military,
Even in death he
did glow,
Respect given in honor,
The love he’ll never
know.
His body is moved...
In order to
share,
For this man was loved,
A president who
cared.
D.C. awaited...
Their Commander and
Chief,
As the horse drawn carriage,
Crept through the
streets.
The Riderless Horse...
With backward
boots,
Surrounded by servicemen,
Their ultimate
salute.
Twenty - one planes...
Soar in the
sky,
One veers off,
As if he had
died.
Ascending the steps...
Being carried by
men
To the Capitol Rotunda,
For a farewell from
friends.
Heart felt Words...
A prayer or two,
A
family and nation,
Bid him ado.
A national
funeral...
America’s eulogy,
For a favored
president,
Millions watched on TV.
After Laying In
State...
His duty did end,
To this great nation,
He
called friend.
America too...
Shed a tear,
For
a President,
She held so dear.
He helped her
up...
Balanced her stand,
Gave her pride,
By
holding her hand.
So America returned...
This
family man,
To the wife who adored him,
For his final
plans.
“God Bless and Keep you...
And thank you
dear sir,
We’ll watch over your love,
Untill you’re
with her.”
~~~
President Ronald Wilson
Reagan
February 6, 1911
June 5, 2004
Note:
HoustonChronicle.com -
Reagan's body arrives in
Washington
... Reagan Funeral
Procession through Washington, DC, 06/09/2004 ...
WASHINGTON -- With the storied riderless horse ...
the fallen president,
Ronald Reagan's casket
rolled ...
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The Passion Of The
Christ
(Movie by Mel Gibson)
The
Passion of the Christ,
Is making such a stir,
Viewers
now think twice,
About the biblical word,
Harsh and
violent were the scenes,
Of Christ's last day as
man,
Cruelty beyond our means,
It's hard to
comprehend,
Yet, Christ's last day alive,
Has
transcended time,
His story has survived,
And the
reason why he died,
Brutal is to kind of word,
To
describe His last day,
All the pain He endured,
For
our sins to wash away,
He was betrayed by a kiss,
By a
man he called friend,
All because of His spiritual
bliss,
His life was His stipend,
Flogged before the
crowd,
Till His skin was stripped away,
Then fitted
with a crown,
Adorned with thorns inlay,
Then a cross
was given Him,
To carry through the streets,
His time
on earth was growing dim,
His Father ~ He would
meet,
Yet, dying He had to do,
To free the world of
sin,
He and His Father knew,
That death was not the
end.
Note:
37. The
Passion of the Christ (2004) $604,370,943
Last
update: February 4, 2008
There are 325
movies listed: I did not copy & paste the complete
listings.
Complete and
up to date info can be found at:
http://www.imdb.com/boxoffice/alltimegross?region=world-wide
http://www.thepassionofthechrist.com/splash.htm
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TEN
COMMANDMENTS
The
Ten Commandments seared in stone,
Moses climbed that
mountain alone,
He followed his visions knowing his
fate,
He believed in God and Heaven's Gate.
He
believed in something bigger than man,
Moses knew that
God had a plan,
So these tablets were handed
down,
From his generation to present day now.
Man
verses man on moral issues,
It's all played out in
judicial venues,
The Ten Commandments is at the
heart,
Tearing the church and state apart,
The Ten
Commandments have been ingrained,
And from the beginning
there was no shame,
No harm has come from knowing these
Ten,
They deterred crime by naming the sin,
They made
a people ~ They made a town,
They made a country ~ They
made the rounds,
The Ten Commandments are the strength of
man,
They are the foundation on which to stand,
There
is no harm in words that are good,
From God ~ To Moses ~
To All Manhood.
Note:
Ten Commandments judge removed from office
F
riday, November 14, 2003 Posted: 6:56 AM EST
(1156 GMT).
Picture from CNN.
http://www.cnn.com/2003/LAW/11/13/moore.tencommandments/
This was written in response to Judge Roy Moore
standing up for
The Ten Commandments
Monument. He fought for their right to
be
displayed in government buildings. This dispute took
place
in Alabama. The Judge & The Ten
Commandments both lost.
Foundation for Moral Law,
Inc.
Welcome to the. The official site of the
Ten Commandments Defense Fund--Chief Justice Roy Moore,
...
This is the poem in "The
Best Poems & Poets of
2003"
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Little Boy
Soldiers
Two little boys on their bellies
flat,
Head to head planning their next attack,
Green
little soldiers strewn in-between,
A war is on ~ The
fighting is mean,
Three green soldiers fall over
dead,
A whistle is heard ~ Bombs over head,
Boom,
boom, boom and noises galore,
These are the sounds of
boys playing war,
A normal day for American lads,
A
game passed on from grandpas and dads,
A game of play
where no one dies,
Where everyone lives and no one
cries.
Oceans away in Africa so deep,
A secret war
is being played for keeps,
Little boys being taken from
their homes,
Little boys who now have to survive
alone,
Kidnapped, trained and forced learn,
To be a
warrior ~ His main concern,
He learns to shoot a gun his
size,
He learns to kill and watch men die,
He learns
to hurt and to maim,
He learns it all to his
shame,
Oceans away in the Congo deep
Little boys here
are afraid to sleep,
For in this place age doesn’t
matter,
War is real and noise isn’t clatter,
And the
only toy that’s going to die,
Is the little boy soldier
whose afraid to cry.
Note:
REUTERS PICTURES: Child soldiers in Congo http://www.alertnet.org/thenews/photoalbum/1074859618.htm
Child soldiers drill with weapons in an
ethnic Hema militia camp near Bunia in the Democratic
Republic of Congo, June 16, 2003. REUTERS/Jacky Naegelen
REF: BUN07D
ReliefWeb: The
Use of Children as Soldiers in Africa
... dispensable
commodities, they tend to receive little or no ... that the
lack of control of boy soldiers was as ... The boy was
nonetheless condemned to death, although
...
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What's Going On:
Michael Douglas's Story
... they
talked, Michael let Abu set the pace, following with
gentle questions about his life as a child soldier. He
sensed that there was
a little
boy inside the ...
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Injured
Children
Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men
with God inside,
Men who preached to the
masses,
Men who befriended lads and lasses,
They smiled
and joked weaving trust,
But goodness here was only
crust.
They took aside the very young,
They
spoke with a deceitful tongue,
In most cases they were
little boys,
To teach them love was their ploy,
With
every word and every touch,
A Godless man reeked his
lust.
Injured children ~ Broken
lives,
Trusted men with God inside,
After
raping these little boys,
Entertainment ~ Just
little toys,
Now, they hid all the
facts,
Covered their horriffic
acts.
The church its self hid these
men,
By moving them from glen to glen,
So,
the violence made it rounds,
And the men of God
made no sound,
But the hurt grew from boys to
men,
Scared, but facing what happened to
them.
Now, standing tall as proud men
do,
Demanding answers and penalties
too,
The church now is hearing their
cries,
Trying to answer their questions
why?
Not understanding the church and its
ways,
Justice and religion has surely
decayed.
Injured children ~ Broken
lives,
Trusted men with God
inside.
Note:
BishopAccountability.org is
full of links on priests
accountability.
Accounts by Survivors and Their Friends
and Families can be found (I have left
these boys unnamed because I believe that they have lived
through enough.)
Priest Paul Shanley is featured in Unholy Communion, on the same site ,
http://www.bishopaccountability.org/news/2002_08_Orth_UnholyCommunion.htm
http://www.bishop-accountability.org/AtAGlance/timeline.htm
A Documentary History of the
Crisis
Timeline of Events, Documents, Reporting, and
Commentary
Molestations: 244 Accused in Molesting 656
Youth (I have not found this article
yet)
Priest Molestations: 244 Involved
in Molesting 656 Youth
http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/news/021704_nw_priests_report.html
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IRELAND'S~CONFLICT
The
World News Tonight a daily routine,
The 21 century is
still obscene,
One would think as civilization
reinvents,
That humans would learn good intents,
But
tis not true ~ Tis such a shame,
That humankind is still
to blame.
It matters not the subject at hand,
War can
be found on most any land,
War to be waged and lingers
for years,
Fought not by soldiers but by family and
tears,
Pick a land and ask the reason,
The sad truth
is there is no treason.
In Ireland it is a religious
war,
Catholic vs. Protestant is the core,
Regular
folks who live on regular streets,
Who live regular lives
and have regular beliefs,
They become vicious, mean and
cruel,
When faced with a religion not their
tool,
These regular adults with children of their
own,
Have been known to bomb a neighbors
home,
Killing, maiming and inciting riots
A daily
routine - violence their diet.
But today even seemed
worse,
Little girls were the aim of this curse,
Their
first day of school walking with moms,
They were
insulted, assaulted and they were bombed,
Police tried
their best to protect the young ladies,
The truth is they
were warring on babies.
Catholics. Protestants. They both
believe in God.
Where is the reason for the violence that
trods?
Note:
When I first wrote this
poem (I believe six years ago) I didn't have OWIP.
So, I was not keeping my information of the news up to
date. When I needed
it I could not find it. A couple of
weeks ago this news story ran on
NBC Nightly News. In
this news piece it went back to this particular article.
Now, I can link this poem to a news story.
Rival N. Ireland factions launch
historic partnership (21 hours ago)
Ahern said peace in Northern Ireland
could not have been established without Blair’s
hands-on
involvement in coaxing the two sides together. He called
Blair
“a true friend of Ireland” and praised him
for “the true determination that he had ...
He said, let
there be words. And behold, Poetry was
born.
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