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quote="FitzHouston09"]This poem was written as Obama was running for president after listening to countless anti-Obama talk shows and radio talk shows who refused to even consider what kind of change he could possibly bring to our country. How can we ever find the solution to a seemingly insolvable problem if we are afraid of change, for the answer we seek may be within the change that we fear.

Obama's Quest

Our nation is stressed, that’s very clear
Economy crashing is our biggest fear
Our nation of power is falling fast
No longer invincible as in the past

Worldwide conflicts on the rise
Spawns terrorist acts that’s no surprise.
We needed to elect someone to come in
And help make our country strong again.

It seemed he appeared right on the scene
Poised, well-versed, articulate and clean.
A Black man for President, some thought it strange
While others were glad and wanted that change.

So Obama indeed is the nation’s choice
Who hopes he will also hear our voice.
Unemployed, homeless, is that our end
Obama gives hope like a caring friend.

He came into office with an arduous chore
To undo the damage that was done before.
Yet some still hate, can’t turn that page
A Black man in office just fuels their rage.

Bottom line he’s in with one request
That we’ll come together to pass this test.
Can we all put aside our biased ways
Or else we’ll see our final days. [/quote]'

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This poem is effectiively and pleasurably conveyed by the heroic quatrain.
The uniformity of the rhyming scheme a b a a b is masterful and contributes to the focussing of the theme on the elimination of racial and social prejuduces and on commitment to national cooperation and national healing..

Bottom line he’s in with one request
That we’ll come together to pass this test.
Can we all put aside our biased ways
Or else we’ll see our final days. [/b][/quote]'

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Sleeplessly Pondering

Are we born for noble acts, a greatness
to uplift our surroundings for worthy,
unselfish, and generous causes in life?

I don't think so; because, self identity is
something fleeting or the changeling
that’s constantly modified; it might be we
are more like shapeless amebas that reach
out to touch everything upon the path
with outstretched pseudo-fingertips: sad
wanderings in the briny liquid of life.

Give us a cesspool and we'll thrive on
whatever is there. Look what we've
done to the giving earth without
thinking at all about her generous offer
within life’s abundance. We’ve achieved
this while posing in ardent glory of self
righteous gluttony and pitiless wars.

© RH Peat 5/10/ 2010 4:25pm
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RE: The Poetic Journalism Forum - April 13, 2010

the Church of Hate





I watch the cars behind the limousine
they came to join the funeral of he
was just a boy, returned from overseas.
They line the graveyard fence with Liberties

like angry buzzing, pounding, stinging bees
religious rebels picket with chantings
protesting Gays, and Aids, and "their" disease.
They say the wrath is God's own killing spree

dead soldiers, miners, even you and me
is vengeance for the Gay Activity.
My heart agape, dropped to my prayerful plea
where did compassion go, I don't believe

I ever saw such painful, sick melee
than kicking parents who are suffering
by hate outside the gates with revelry.
The Courts are working to Ban Cruelty.



April 13, 2010, the Supreme Court continues to vote, RE the Kansas Religious congregation and their anti-gay protests at a non-gay Funeral

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Here's my best political poem--of course, opinions on it vary greatly!

Independence Day

What is it you want...
Is it freedom or peace?
Standing for nothing
Is a social disease.
Our heroes are few,
And when they are all dead,
The only thing left
Will be sad talking heads.

Who's pulling the strings...
Do you think that you know?
I once thought I did,
But a different wind blows.
Look closely and watch
And you may see it too...
One crack in the dam,
And a flood soon pours through.

'Free' health care and change,
And good jobs for the poor...
Where have I heard that...
Back before the Great War?
I know those lines now,
'Twas the world's darkest hour;
That same song and dance
Put a Hitler in power.

Well, lay down your guns,
And stick out your right hand;
Recieve the beast's mark,
As this New World commands.
But what good is peace
If our freedom is lost?
I can't write that check...
It's just not worth the cost.

copyright 05/13/2010 by Argus Wayne Coonts

New York fight for your right for state parks

New York fight for your right for state parks

Fort Ontario, Chittenango Falls closed for the season
http://www.syracuse.com/news/index.ssf/2010/05/fort_ontario_chittenango_falls.html

Keep Chittenango Falls Park Open
http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=349980936468

One Million People Want NY State Parks to Remain OPEN!
http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=342743112931

41 state parks and 14 historic sites set to close

http://www.poughkeepsiejournal.com/article/20100514/NEWS12/100514010/State-set-to-close-parks-Monday

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RE: The Poetic Journalism Forum/ DEATH OF A MIDWIFE by Lorian

A Burbubg At The Stake







They do not stop to ask her what the chants she sings are for
when she hears the thud of heavy handed pounding on her door.
She cannot write her name or read the summons that they post
and it is all the not knowing that frightens her the most.
They grab her by the shoulders and throw her to the ground;
she thinks she should be screaming but she cannot find the sound!
The lighted torch flies by her and lands before the hearth
and then consumes the cabin she has lived in since her birth.
The word she hears them shrieking in a shrill and angry pitch
is the one that feeds pyre in the square, the word is Witch!
And they chant it as they drag her before the magistrate;
these children of a loving God who are consumed with hate.
They strip her of her clothing, each and every strand,
then they commence to beat her till she’s much too weak to stand
and they cut her hair and break her bones and say it’s for her good,
and they say that she is evil while they’re covered in her blood.
Then, alas, when she has taken all the pain that she can bear,
she confesses to it all and tells them what they want to hear.
She does not know, and does not care what happens to her now,
she only knows that they will kill her though she knows not why or how
she’s come to be in this position as they lead her to the cart
and take her to the executioner that he may play his part.
So she stands upon the kindling, hands bound behind her back
and she sees the man who’ll burn her though his face is draped in black,
and she looks out at the faces of her neighbors and her friends
who never told her what she did that she might try to make amends.
She sees this mob around her who know nothing of her worth
even those whose pain she eased while on the blocks of childbirth,
or the children she brought forth with skill that kept them from the grave,
or the husbands that she comforted when they could not be brave.
She feels a tear cut through the blackened soot upon her cheek
and she wants to ask them why but she has lost the strength to speak,
when she spots a grim and solitary figure in the crowd
and the hatred and contempt of her in which he is enshroud.
He bears a striking countenance which at first she cannot place
then all at once she's recognized the stern and angry face
of a man who’d had a wife but, although the midwife tried
to save the mother and the child, in the end the pair had died.
And the horror comes upon her as the torch is touched to wood,
as she smells her own flesh burning it is sadly understood
that in the madness and the darkness of his loss and grief and shame,
this poor man cannot survive at all with no one else to blame.
And yet, although she is dying a truly monstrous death,
she draws the smoke in deeply and it burns her final breath
and she screams up to the heavens one last thought she would impart:
that though she’s angry and she’s scared there is forgiveness in her heart.
And the dust and smoke and ashes lift her essence up above
the throng of ugly, angry children who’ve forgotten how to love
this poor old woman who had birthed them and had healed them all their lives;
who is reduced at last to ashes like so many other wives.
And the dust and smoke and ashes are transported by a crow
to that place beyond the curtain where the living cannot go,
and the gods themselves all greet her, yes each and every one,
in a place known as the Summerland, Utopia, Zion.
And they bathe her in the ether, and they clothe her in the wind
and they laugh aloud at the very thought that she had sinned.
And they gild her hair in starlight and they kiss her gentle brow,
and she lives right there among them for she is a Goddess now.





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GOOD GOD! IN DEFENCE OF RELIGION OR IN DEFENCE OF AN IDEOLOGY, COULD THIS RELIGIOUS ATROCITY HAPPEN AGAIN?
WHAT IS RELIGION, BUT AN IDEOLOGY?

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Someone ought to write a poem on Galileo he was imprisoned for life for telling the church at this time that the planets revolved around the sun instead of the sun around the earth. They almost executed him; except he recanted his words under torture. Nice people the inquisition, after all it was all done in the name of God. That made it right. The attitude still exists. I give thanks that I live in a country that has freedom of religion as part of its doctrine in the bill of rights.

A poet friend
RH Peat

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RE: The Poetic Journalism Forum; THE BOSTON TEA PARTY

it appears that OP Members dislike tea..................Lol!

UP TO THE HOUR, i AM WRITING THIS, NOT A SINGLE POET HAS RESPONDED TO THE CHALLENCE OF THIS HISTORY POETRY THREAD TO WRITE POEMS ABOUT THE HISTORIC "BOSTON TEA PARTY." OBVIOUSLY, WE ARE NOT CONSCIOUS OF THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS TEA PARTY IN THE BUILDING OF AMERICA AS A NATION.
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Comimg very soon......................CousinsOren's poem entitled, "The Boston Tea Party."

Long time now Boston has been making scandalous history. What was the latest scandalous event? Does anybody know?

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THE BOSTON TEA PARTY

I was told the fishes had a ball! All their friends, including the sharks , and the whale, who is .not a fish, attended he party, The king was not invited, and was angry.


I know that you were not around to be invited to the party. In fact, you were nowhere near to be born. But that is no excuse for you to ignore the challenge to learn about its significance in the building of the American nation.


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This iconic 1846 lithograph by Nathaniel Currier was entitled "The Destruction of Tea at Boston Harbor"; the phrase "Boston Tea Party" had not yet become standard. Contrary to Currier's depiction, few of the men dumping the tea were actually disguised as American Indians.[1]
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The Boston Tea Party was a direct action by colonists in Boston, a town in the British colony of Massachusetts, against the British government. On December 16, 1773, after officials in Boston refused to return three shiploads of taxed tea to Britain, a group of colonists boarded the ships and destroyed the tea by throwing it into Boston Harbor. The incident remains an iconic event of American history, and other political protests often refer to it.

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Tea being emptied into the sea by men dressed as Indians.


The Tea Party was the culmination of a resistance movement throughout British America against the Tea Act, which had been passed by the British Parliament in 1773. Colonists objected to the Tea Act for a variety of reasons, especially because they believed that it violated their right to be taxed only by their own elected representatives. Protesters had successfully prevented the unloading of taxed tea in three other colonies, but in Boston, embattled Royal Governor Thomas Hutchinson refused to allow the tea to be returned to Britain. He apparently did not expect that the protestors would choose to destroy the tea rather than concede the authority of a legislature in which they were not directly represented.
The Boston Tea Party was a key event in the growth of the American Revolution. Parliament responded in 1774 with the Coercive Acts, which, among other provisions, closed Boston's commerce until the British East India Company had been repaid for the destroyed tea. Colonists in turn responded to the Coercive Acts with additional acts of protest, and by convening the First Continental Congress, which petitioned the British monarch for repeal of the acts and coordinated colonial resistance to them. The crisis escalated, and the American Revolutionary War began near Boston in 177

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AT DUBAI, EVERY HOUSE HAS A BEACH !

FOR POETS, DUBAI IS THE PLACE TO GO...............................Even vicariously.

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Galileo Is Cursed for Truth

A herald, science opened his eyesight —
as life discovered, born to him as child;
he fathered forth the sun’s small spots so bright
with wonder, true; and then, he was defiled

for saying earth revolved around the sun.
His observations left the world in change
to pose where endless planets have begun
within the stars beyond the minds small range.

He’s cursed for his insightful telescope;
that did reveal that Jupiter had moons,
then he’s imprisoned, caged and hushed in hope
for known untruths which wisdom well impugns.

Yet more than any other genius, he
uplifts our eyes in visions grand to see.


© RH Peat 5/15/2010 3:31pm
Form: Shakespearian Sonnet/ 14 lines
Rhyme Scheme: abab cdcd efef gg.
Galileo was imprisoned for his science
about the earth revolving around the sun.
a reason about the importance for
the separation between church and state.


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A Sip Beyond The Brim

That was a salty drink they had to sell
that made the quiet harbor quite a cup
It gripped the lazy king and made him swell
and steep with raging problems to clean-up.

So Boston had a party setup big
with Indians dressed up in costumed paint
for wrongful taxes — held a bold shindig;
It caused poor Thomas Hutchison to faint.

For eager Massachusetts bought their own
to break and dump the cargo overboard
and there the rebels bravely stood alone
to mock the pompous monarch’s smorgasbord.

And at the brimming surface who would think
these grander party favors bold would be
what comes with pride to take them to the brink
to fight for liberties that’ll set them free.


© RH Peat 5/15/2010 2:15pm
Form 4 rhyming quatrans/ 16 lines Iambic pentameter.
Rhyme Sceme: abab cdcd efef ghgh.
Boston Tea Party begins the revolutionary war.

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[quote="Springsize"]The New American Tea Party
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It started like a snowball rolling slow
they called us human guinea pigs, you know


they came with oil, dripping into palms
and every body had to breathe their psalms


the U.S. Army first admitted they
seduced the public of the U. S. A.


with toxic poison gaseous air-borne fumes
called Legionnaire's for Nineteen City Rooms
with Warfare germs, by A.M.A. for they,
who were attacked, and never told, no way.


We are a type of human cargo schemes
a group of few determine chess game teams
it is exactly what it seems, not dreams
their chemicals are heinous, nasty, streams


of non-dissolving plastic in our seas
collecting pools of Texas-size cities


their pesticides of murder, killing spree
now oozes into water, land and we


their oil for our cars, polluting air
their leakage burned, destroyed our coast, the heir,


ol' grand pappy, made die-nastie for all
from horse and wagon, millions from "Nujol"


the evidence, original, I keep
and forty years of silence makes me weep


Oh Shepherd RockefeelMy QueenBee Rose
I will not stop until the public knows
I beg you cease your vulgar oil flow
and End the Reign of poison Medical.


or we shall have a brand new tea party
and we won't dump your cargo in the sea.





* Long Beach Press Telegram Newspaper, dated March 8, 1977, identifies the exact dates and locations of the first "admitted" testing of toxic Poison Air Borne chemicals by the US Army, upon large, unsuspecting U.S. citizens.

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READER"S COMMENT,

O, My God! Global pollution or environmental abuse, by massive industrial and commmercial enterprise is gradually becoming a fatal danger to life. This poem eloquently and ironically speaks to a massive tea party, but unllike the Bosron Tea Party, the cargo (of human misery) will not be dumped into the sea.

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Originally Posted by RHPeat

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Galileo Is Cursed for Truth

A herald, science opened his eyesight —
as life discovered, born to him as child;
he fathered forth the sun’s small spots so bright
with wonder, true; and then, he was defiled

for saying earth revolved around the sun.
His observations left the world in change
to pose where endless planets have begun
within the stars beyond the minds small range.

He’s cursed for his insightful telescope;
that did reveal that Jupiter had moons,
then he’s imprisoned, caged and hushed in hope
for known untruths which wisdom well impugns.

Yet more than any other genius, he
uplifts our eyes in visions grand to see.


© RH Peat 5/15/2010 3:31pm
Form: Shakespearian Sonnet/ 14 lines
Rhyme Scheme: abab cdcd efef gg.
Galileo was imprisoned for his science
about the earth revolving around the sun.
a reason about the importance for
the separation between church and state.


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A Sip Beyond The Brim

That was a salty drink they had to sell
that made the quiet harbor quite a cup
It gripped the lazy king and made him swell
and steep with raging problems to clean-up.

So Boston had a party setup big
with Indians dressed up in costumed paint
for wrongful taxes — held a bold shindig;
It caused poor Thomas Hutchison to faint.

For eager Massachusetts bought their own
to break and dump the cargo overboard
and there the rebels bravely stood alone
to mock the pompous monarch’s smorgasbord.

And at the brimming surface who would think
these grander party favors bold would be
what comes with pride to take them to the brink
to fight for liberties that’ll set them free.


© RH Peat 5/15/2010 2:15pm
Form 4 rhyming quatrans/ 16 lines Iambic pentameter.
Rhyme Sceme: abab cdcd efef ghgh.
Boston Tea Party begins the revolutionary war.

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The Trial of Galileo By The Inquisition

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[quote="JLorian"][quote="Springsize"][quote="cousinsoren"][


Burning At The Stake


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The Poem, writtien by Lorian about the midwife, being burned at the stake is incredibly well-written, and realistic with the horror of those times.

And still, I have moments, where I feel as if humankind has evolved beyond such ridiculous cruelty...

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All,

I do not wander over to these forums as much as perhaps I should. Indeed, I did not know about this string and happened here by chance. This was not my intention when I posted Death of a Midwife which, incidentally, has been all but ignored on my page except for the wonderful notice taken by Oren. This having been said, and in reply to the request for current events to be backed up with links by which they are substantiated, and in response to the notion that we, as a race, have evolved past such cruelty, I offer a name: Reverend Thomas Muthee. Would that his was the only person worth mentioning. The atrocity continues. Would that it did not. Please take a moment to view the following:

http://wildhunt.org/blog/2009/09/witch-hunts-are-now-an-international-epidemic.html

“Murder and persecution of women and children accused of being witches is spreading around the world and destroying the lives of millions of people, experts said Wednesday … “This is becoming an international problem — it is a form of persecution and violence that is spreading around the globe,” Jeff Crisp of the U.N.’s refugee agency UNHCR told a seminar organized by human rights officials of the world body.”

I remind you that Sara Palin received "protection from witches" by Reverend Thomas Muthee and offer the following link:

http://irregulartimes.com/witchproblems.html

and this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witch-hunt

I submit that, when the freedoms of a single individual are usurped, the freedoms of the entire human race are diminished. The Human Race will never know peace until it knows tolerance...and tolerance begins here. With me. With you. Right now.

And to that end, now as always, I wish you

Peace.
JL

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This article by JLorian is worth careful reading, The message is clear. Please read also her poem, "THE DEATH OF A MIDWIFE" The complaints of poets that their postings are read by only a few are becoming too frequent. As OP Members, we ought to bear one another's poetic burdens, otherwise , what's the sense of posting?

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