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POLITICS

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   It's all the same.

   A game.

   Everybody says things that are always

   the same.

   What a shame.

    The same old games.

   Same lines, every time.

   There's never anything new.

   It's true.  It can make you blue.

   It's all lies.

   When you look in rheir eyes.

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Zapata y Albizu

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Albizu y Zapata

murieron por un ideal.

Pa' que todo los gobiernos

Nos tratasen por igual.

Es mejor morir parado

Que vivir  de rodillas,

Mas la tierra es

del que la trabaja”



No estamos solos,

Caribeno y antillano.

Mi hermano Americano,

en el tablero esta

la verdadera libertad.

Te suplico companero,

nuestra Patria es

Valor y sacrificio!!

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MUSINGS ABOUT THE PILGRIMS

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              Yes, they came in 1620.

     See, we all know that.  

    I am sure we all heard

  the teacher talk about how they landed at

  Plymouth Rock.



   What was that like to all the way across the ocean?

   I wonder what they were thinking?

   I wonder what they were feeling?

    

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THE ECONOMY

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              The economy is

          hitting us all.

   It does not matter who we are.

    Where we come from, near or far.

       In every state, no it is really not great.

   A story that does repeat.

   We all have one voice, thought we have many voices.  

  We all have to make tough choices.

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OIL RIG DISASTER

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         All everybody's talking about is how

    the disaster affects the environment.

    That's important, don't get me wrong.

      But what about the 11 who lost their lives.

    The 11 who are now in heaven.

         The 11 who said goodbye, and never came home.

        The families who cry.

     The families who ask why.

         The families alone.

       What about them?

     Where's the human factor?



  Sure, you say glad it was not me,

   but what if it was you?

    

     What if it was you?

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Rainbow in the palace.

Visible lines in the sky

Unchanging colours of the rainbow

Wonder signs between God and man

That ended destruction by flood.

                                

What have you come to do

With the masters of colonization

As a David arrives the palace

To grab a new staff of office

                                    

A covenant in Buckingham palace

What omen did you bring?

To king David, young and fresh

To the ancient empire aged but modern

                                          

Unfolding days will tell

This begining of a new era

From 1812-----------2010

That a young blood again shall lead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Power transition.

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Westminster Lobby



Streams of sibilance, whispers

Wash hands of justice.

Stentorian coke snortings

Announce the passage

Of un-tetherable egos

Bound in loud ties.



Contrived interviews enable

Preposterous postulants

Making their postures,

Posing and proposing at

Chanced meetings of media connivance,

Sound biting in all their brazen bare arsed arrogance

As they reach once more,

Unflinching, unthinking

Into our pockets.



Our history has always shown that:



Fools are fooled,

All souls depart,

Most of the people mistrust art.

Despising:

Intellect,

Traitors,

Conmen,

France,

Underemployment

And the dole.



Axes fall,

Heads roll.

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Soapy Bucket

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Thought For Food

soapy skin

car shine

glistening

brain washed



don't think too much

there's breaking news

take a break from trends

take a couple notes

to attach this addendum and go back to work

on soapy skin

car shine

glistening

brain washed



wet soapy skin

car shine

glistening

brain washed



at your service

the sponge

looks like a brain

in a soapy bucket

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BOSTON

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TEACHING POEMS

  

              I look at the ocean.  I look at the sea.  

           A big day for me, see for me.

            I'm on my way.



          Boston.

  

          I'm in the light.  I'm in the bright.

          I'm getting away from the dark.

           It's dawn.  I, from Ireland, am about to be gone.

          It's a new day.  I am from Ireland, going away.

          My fate is to immigrate.  It is going to be great.

                    I am for myself, going to make a new life.

                    This life here, cutting my life a knife.

                    I have a lot of fear.  I shed a tear.

                  It's spring.  How a heart does sing.



                 Boston.



                     The weather's cool.

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