Poets Journal Entries
42 creative works found
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Ushna Sardar.. Does it Again!!
by linajiI am so honored to have Ushna Sardar send me a bubble mail and say..Lina.. I am here! / and I have…
I am so honored to have Ushna Sardar send me a bubble mail and say..Lina.. I am here! / and I have this piece Patches Of Dense Fog I wrote for On the Fence / Well… when Ushna Sardar speaks to me I listen! I am so honored and giddy she looks to my work as a form of meeting me in the middle of this Endless Universe of Creativity!! Thank you Ushna.. I Love YOU!
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Spiritually Charged - Amber Elizabeth Fromm
by GraceyIn the current wave of artist’s interviews, here’s another that crests at the top and rolls forward toward the sands of Redbubble. A s…
In the current wave of artist’s interviews, here’s another that crests at the top and rolls forward toward the sands of Redbubble. A short while ago I had the honour of encountering Amber in the bubble. The first I’d ever really heard of Amber was a portrait posted on another member’s profile. I remember asking him who the lovely was. She wasn’t then a part of Redbubble, and I’m not privvy to what it took to get her here, but I’m thoroughly glad she was convinced to join us. Here is one poet and artist whose work never fails to move the emotional string within the heart – every poem, line by line, weaves it’s message through the reader; from head to heart. One of my personal favourites is this piece. Let me introduce you to Amber: How did you arrive at Redbubble I actually was trying to bond with my significant other Joseph A. Donais aka the dreadfulbride (he is so gifted see here) I thought I could post a poem or two for I had written a few pieces for him … such as “Melt Like Butter” and I thought it would make a nice gift and, surprise, figured since he was a frequent bubbler “if you couldn’t beat them (you darn bubblers) then lets see what it this Red Bubble is about” and joined it – and been hooked ever since. It is a magical place; truly it is… How does your creativity affect other aspects of your life? My creativity affects many aspects of my life, I have an analytical mind, sometimes hard to switch gears and can be a problem … with this seeking nature my creativity often comes out with new solutions to old problems … I search for light at the end of the tunnel and sometimes the simple thought is our best path. I am a flint stone …I look for new ways of looking at life I feel I have a multi-dimensional focus and I see out there. I see myself as a spirit seeking spiritual enlightenment, deeper knowledge and seeking inner peace and spiritual improvement within myself first and in our world… and keeping it simple generally works best for me. How many mediums do you work in? Which is your favourite, and why? I work in many mediums from flowers to tambourines… lyrics to chord, and vocal to instrumentation and paint to ink. I used to think my favorite medium was music but I now believe that word, art, music, sculpture and any and all mediums can touch the soul equally and as powerful. An example of contrasts a silent picture to an overt message can be beautiful. So I have no favorite medium. Tell us about one person or moment that has made your time on redbubble particularly special This is really hard – to choose just one, so hopefully you’ll bear with me. To put it to one person and one inspirational moment I would have to say working with Cate Townsend She is a truly wonderful artist (check her out or you’ll be missing something). I believe she bubbled me in the middle of our collaboration and told me she was so spirit filled with compassion and empathy in our collaboration of Stolen Child that she felt she had to stop from her heart breaking, the work had consumed her… This moment I was filled with a deeper compassion and understanding… of true art and true spirit … for the message we were carrying I have never felt so deeply about any other work or with any other artist in collaboration and I wrote her Standing In the Whispers. I was inspired to comfort her and my spirit and encompassed in the work it was of truly spiritual nature a beautiful release and experience. Show & tell: What three works or people on redbubble have moved or inspired you? I will list a I am pushing my favorite works and artists please allow me “Breaking Free” by Sean Farragher / He is a truly gifted photographer and artist Breaking Free This represents to me the darkness of our spirit breaking free and I am a person who is in recovery… I always have to watch my darkness; she lingers… Solareclips aka Julie Her beautiful spirit shines in showing us God’s creation, however small, in a new and wondrous light… Wonderful Bonita – bamagirl38 The spiritual cheerleader of the bubble. Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled… seeing this piece always give me peace and joy in spirit… and heart Leah Hyland and her so talented work Metamorphosis I love changing and growing spiritually for the better and this piece represents that to me in it’s entirety. Raven Soul – her magically dark pieces allow us to see what is in us all check out Despair And finally Shree who is entirely unique in style and pre vision of spirit and practicing the Golden Rule in his walk – this is another wonderful piece Please check these artists out and their beautiful spirits!!!! / Thank you for asking me to do this I truly feel grateful and flattered.
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I feel so lucky...interview with Cyril...
by micmacWhat I would love to say to that very special person is that he’s a unique,different,sensible,loving,ingenuous,special,modest…the list …
What I would love to say to that very special person is that he’s a unique,different,sensible,loving,ingenuous,special,modest…the list goes on and on but I better let him talk to you.I have to say though that he was quite surprised when I ask him for an interview,not because he wasn’t happy about it but because he was unconfortable about writing in english…I think he accepted for me,I’m not saying that by infatuation but because he told me he wouldn’t be able to say no to me…. :))So here he is Cyril Marchand from France,the integral interview with an amazing photographe and poet….. / I can’t explain how I’m living with my camera…. World is all around us, and sometimes I need to catch a piece of it, a piece of life… / When I was young (not so far…), I used to go up to the attic, in my grandparents farm, close the door behind me, and spend long hours exploring the relics hidden in different boxes and chests. I do love old things… And every time I took picture, I make this moment robbed to the time, a moment starting to become a souvenir, an old thing… / Of course, more than my nostalgy, my architecture’s studies gave me pleasure on seeking shapes and colors, building spaces, filling emptyness ! “How does being a creative person and pursuing your creativity affect other aspects of your life?” I think artist people are more patient, open-minded… I mean, I think I’m this guy ! lol ! but the most important, I do love life and our world !!!! I try to live with it as friends , not enemy, never wasting time in sterile conflicts…. / In my differents professionnal activities, creativity generaly leads my choices and decisions… I never found numbers and counts attractive, lol ! “Tell us about one person or moment that has made your time on redbubble particularly special or meaningful?” Without any hesitation the moment when Gigi asked me to do this interview !!!! lol ! / Do you mind if I say all moments spent on RB have been great ? ... I found people loving sharing there passion,talking freely of their feelings and impressions, sometimes buying your works (this is as we say in french “La cerise sur le gâteau!”, the sherry on the cake’s top ) and more than all, from all over the world ! “Show & tell us about five works on redbubble that have moved or inspired you?” Maman ! Aide moi !!!Mommy help me!!! lol ! ... Make a choice in this wonderfull treasure is terrific !!! / well…. Liv Sockley / I love this pic… chaste, tender et generous. Several portraits on Liv portfolio are great. / Fundi / / / Jean M. Laffitau It’s like a caress to the eye… There’s so much softness being contrasted by the rigour of the stone … I just admire those who knows how to capture nudity, the faces … I’m afraid to altered the beauty of a person and muff a beautiful shot… lol ! And Jean has so much passion in his art,it transpires in everyone of his magnificient pictures. / Elegance / Jeremy McComb Here, I like the light coming from sky and not from the candelabrum …. / Lamp Setting / Norah / I was thursty the moment I went on RedBubble and found this photo… It’s fresh feeling every time I’m watching this pic ! lol ! / Tea,Morrocco Micmac / And of course, I do love one person, because she’s got a great heart, full of generosity, full of love. A person eating life like kids are licking lollipop… Of course her work, her photos are beautiful, but this is more thant only that ! she speaks, she writes as she takes pictures : with love again ! with humaneness and humbleness… / Thanks Gigi !!! / Just the two of us / / .... And be kind with my english…. Lol ! I’m just a wee froggy ! Bye ! / / Merçi Cyril,tu es un ange…..Bisou …Gigi
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Poet Of The Week - Walt Whitman(Romanticist)
by Kristy LeeI love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry …
I love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry each week to a poet that has inspired me. I hope that some of you will take the time to read the short biography and examples of writing on each of them. If not, well..I am happy to continue posting these regardless. Once again, this info is from Wikipedia, Poets.org and my own brain Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) “Oh Captain, My Captain”…...... Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819 to a family which consisted of nine children, lived in Brooklyn and Long Island in the 1820s and 1830s. At the age of twelve Whitman began to learn the printer’s trade, and fell in love with the written word. He read voraciously, becoming acquainted with the works of Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, and the Bible. In 1855, Whitman took out a copyright on the first edition of Leaves of Grass, which consisted of twelve untitled poems and a preface. He published the volume himself, and sent a copy to Ralph Waldo Emerson in July of 1855. Whitman released a second edition of the book in 1856, containing thirty-three poems, a letter from Emerson praising the first edition, and a long open letter by Whitman in response. At the outbreak of the Civil War, Whitman vowed to live a “purged” and “cleansed” life. He wrote freelance journalism and visited the wounded at New York-area hospitals. He then traveled to Washington, D.C. in December 1862 to care for his brother who had been wounded in the war. Overcome by the suffering of the many wounded in Washington, Whitman decided to stay and work in the hospitals. In 1865 Walt Whitman published “Drum-Taps” , a collection of wartime poetry. In 1868 “Poems by Walt Whitman” was published, aided by William Michael Rossetti. This gained Whitman an international following. Whitman struggled to support himself through most of his life. He lived on a clerk’s salary and some modest royalties which were said to be sent to his widowed mother and an invalid brother. In the early 1870s, Whitman settled in Camden, where he had come to visit his dying mother at his brother’s house. However, after suffering a stroke, Whitman found it impossible to return to Washington. An updated publication of Leaves of Grass gave him enough money to buy a home in Camden. In this two-story clapboard house, Whitman spent his declining years preparing his final volume of poems and prose, “Good-Bye, My Fancy” After his death on March 26, 1892, Whitman was buried in a tomb he designed and had built on a lot in Harleigh Cemetery. Whitman’s expression of sexuality ranged from his admiration for male friendship to openly erotic descriptions of the male body. This however is quite contradictory to the outrage Whitman displayed when confronted about these messages in public, praising chastity and denouncing masturbation. / In the 1970s, the gay liberation made a poster child of Walt Whitman. His sexual attraction towards other men was not disputed. However, whether or not Whitman had sexual relationships with men has been the subject of debate over the years. / / Walt Whitman’s influence on contemporary American poetry is so fundamental that it has been said that American poetry divides into two camps: that which naturally flows from Whitman and that which consciously strives to accept it. _____ To You by Walt Whitman Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying. Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you. I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself. Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- figure of all, From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light, But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color’d light, From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever. O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you! You have not known what you are, you have slumber’d upon yourself all your life, Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time, What you have done returns already in mockeries, (Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?) The mockeries are not you, Underneath them and within them I see you lurk, I pursue you where none else has pursued you, Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom’d routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me, The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these balk others they do not balk me, The pert apparel, the deform’d attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part aside. There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you, There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you, No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you, No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you. As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully to you, I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you. Whoever you are! claim your own at an hazard! These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense and interminable as they, These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them, Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution. The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency, Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, whatever you are promulges itself, Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted, Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.
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Writers' Competition!
by Suzanne GermanHello avid poets, writers, philosophers, artists, ‘dillettantes’ et al…. RedBubble is going to launch a new competition for writers …
Hello avid poets, writers, philosophers, artists, ‘dillettantes’ et al…. RedBubble is going to launch a new competition for writers soon and I was wondering if there are any particular blogs or websites that we ought to advise about it – we want to get the word out as widely as possible. Let me know either here on the group page or send me a bubblemail. Thanks / Suzanne
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We Need Your Help - "The Artisan's Shout"
by GraceyThe future is here. It’s just not widely distributed yet. / – William Gibson I’ve just (finally) managed to complete and launch a…
The future is here. It’s just not widely distributed yet. / – William Gibson I’ve just (finally) managed to complete and launch a new blog site called The Artisan’s Shout and it needs all the help anyone can give it. In order to make this site successful enough to do some good for all the artists it will feature, there needs to be a net-wide co-operation. While I can do everything I know how to do to promote, I need the help of as many of you as are willing to help. The aim is to give exposure to works of the artist’s choice and hopefully, even make a few sales. The site is designed primarily as a place for the promotion of artist’s across the globe – artists of all kinds, including writers, poets, vector artists – everyone. While it doesn’t currently list music, I’ve been considering the addition of musicians, singers and songwriter’s as well. At the moment, all of the artists listed (there are only 5 so far (um, 4, I am still waiting for word from the 5th)- after all, I just launched) are from Redbubble, but this site is not about promoting “Redbubble” or just “Redbubble Artists” – it just happens that the currently featured artists host most of their work on Redbubble. The blog is open to the promotion of artists from any site, or nocurrent site at all. How you can help: visit the site, leave comments on the artist’s page if you find something you like, share the link to this blog wherever you can (please don’t spam) and contact me (via the blog with a comment if you like or use the bmail here) with the name (and links for contact) of artist’s you think deserve a mention. Gracey ...so now you’re asking “what’s in it for you”? At the moment, I haven’t figured that out – there are no ads on the site – no sponsorship funding (it’s a free wordpress offering for now), not even google ads. There’s a few links in the sidebar to some of my own sites, but apart from that – no, I don’t profit financially from this in any way (at least…nothing I can figure out right now)
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Poet of the Week – Amy Lowell(Imagist)
by Kristy LeeI would imagine, to anyone that knows me, it is no secret that I love poetry, in all it’s forms. I love reading of the lives of poets, f…
I would imagine, to anyone that knows me, it is no secret that I love poetry, in all it’s forms. I love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry each week to a poet that has inspired me. I hope that some of you will take the time to read the short biography and examples of writing on each of them. If not, well..I am happy to continue posting these regardless. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. – Percy Bysshe Shelley The following information came from Wikipedia, Poets.org and from tidbits I have gathered of Amy Lowell, from various books, over the years. Amy Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) Born to an Episcopalian family, of old New England stock, Amy Lowell was a poet of the imagist school. / Amy was home tutored as a child and then went on to travel the world as a socialite. It was considered improper, by her family, that Amy attend college though she made up for this lack of education by being a complete bookworm. Her first published work appeared in ‘Atlantic Monthly’ and only two years later her first collection of poetry “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass” was also published. At the age of 38, Amy was reported to have been in a lesbian relationship with an actress, Ada Dwyer Russell,a widow who was 11 years older than Lowell, with whom she travelled to England with, where she met Ezra Pound and became one of her biggest influences, and the leader of the Imagist movement. Pound never considered Amy a true Imagist thought she contributed much to the movement, including penning a biography of John Keats, whom she believed to be the true forbearer of Imagism. In 1914, she published her second book of poetry, Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds. Many of the poems were in vers libre (free verse), which she renamed “unrhymed cadence.” A few were in a form she invented, which she called “polyphonic prose.” Later in her life Amy was drawn to Chinese and Japanese poetry. This interest led her to collaborate with translator Florence Ayscough on Fir-Flower Tablets in 1921. She was also known to write erotic love poems about women and was considered a lesbian. She lived with her companion Ada Russell up until her death. Amy was an imposing, vivacious and fiesty woman who smoked cigars frequently. She lived a life as a dedicated poet, literary agent, collector and lecturer, she died of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 51. A Lady, by Amy Lowell You are beautiful and faded / Like an old opera tune / Played upon a harpsichord; / Or like the sun-flooded silks / Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes / Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, / And the perfume of your soul / Is vague and suffusing, / With the pungence of sealed spice-jars. / Your half-tones delight me, / And I grow mad with gazing / At your blent colours. My vigour is a new-minted penny, / Which I cast at your feet. / Gather it up from the dust, / That its sparkle may amuse you. A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M., by Amy Lowell They have watered the street, / It shines in the glare of lamps, / Cold, white lamps, / And lies / Like a slow-moving river, / Barred with silver and black. / Cabs go down it, / One, / And then another. / Between them I hear the shuffling of feet. / Tramps doze on the window-ledges, / Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks. / The city is squalid and sinister, / With the silver-barred street in the midst, / Slow-moving, / A river leading nowhere. Opposite my window, / The moon cuts, / Clear and round, / Through the plum-coloured night. / She cannot light the city; / It is too bright. / It has white lamps, / And glitters coldly. I stand in the window and watch the moon. / She is thin and lustreless, / But I love her. / I know the moon, / And this is an alien city.
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I'm Compelled to Share this other Poet's work with you
by adgrayThis is a poem written by a farmer in Australia to highlight the seriousness of depression people are suffering out there. Get your tissu…
This is a poem written by a farmer in Australia to highlight the seriousness of depression people are suffering out there. Get your tissues out it’s beautiful. RAIN FROM NOWHERE His cattle didn’t get a bid they were fairly bloody poor / What was he going to do he couldn’t feed them any more / The dams were all but dry hay was thirteen bucks a bale / Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairy tale His credit had run out – no chance to pay whats owed / Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road / “Geeze Great Grandad bought the place back in 1898 / Now I’m such a useless bastard I’ll have to shut the gate / Can’t even support my wife and kids not like Dad and those before / Even Grandma kept it going when Pop fought in the war” / With depression now his master he abandoned what was right / There’s no place in life for failures he’d end it all tonight There were still things to do he’d have to shoot the cattle first / Of all the jobs he’d ever done that would have to be the worst / He’d have a shower watch the news then they’d all sit down for tea / Read his kids a bedtime story watch some more TV / Kiss his wife goodnight say he was off to shoot some roos / Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues But he drove in the gate and stopped as he always had / To check the roadside mailbox and found a letter from his Dad / Now Dad was not a writer Mum did all the cards and mail / But he knew the style from the notebooks that he used at cattle sales / He sensed the nature of its contents felt moisture in his eyes / Just the fact his Dad had written was enough to make him cry “Son I know it’s bloody tough it’s a cruel and twisted game / This life upon the land when you’re screaming out for rain / There’s no candle in the darkness not a single speck of light / But don’t let the deamond get you, you have to do what’s right / I don’t know what’s in your headbut push the bad thoughts well away / See you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day / You have to talk to someone and yes I know I rarely did / But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids “I’m worried about you son you havent rung in quite a while / I know the road you’re on ’cause I’ve walked every mile / The date December 7 back in 1983 / Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the Brigalow tree / See I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson’s place / Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interrest rates / You said “Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game / I’ve got squatter all set up you might get General Rain” “It really was that closeyou’re the one that stopped me son / And you’re tha one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun / Just remember people love you good friends won’t let you down / Look you might have to swallow pride and get a job in town / Just til things come good son you’ve always got a choice / And when you get this letter ring me I’d love to hear your voice.” Well he cried and laughed and shook his head and put the truck in gear / Shut his eyes and hugged his Dad in a vision that was clear / Dropped the cattle at the yards put the truck away / Filled the troughs as best he couldn and fed his last ten bales of hay / Then he strode towards the homestead shoulders back and head held high / He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye He called for his wife and children who’d lived through all his pain / Hugs said more than words he’d come back to them again / They talked of silver linings how good times always followed bad / Then he walked towards the phone picked it up and rang his Dad / And while the kids set up the squatter he hugged his wife again / Then they heard the roll of thunder and smelt the smell of rain ~ Murray “Muzza” Hartin – 21st February 2007 / Winchelsea Star – Valewntine’s day [14-02-08] “Muzza had been asked to pen something for the Salvation Army that can bring awareness to the general public about Rural suicide. He came up with this poem which I think is exceptional” ~ the editor of the Star FOOTNOTES from me: / On my first romantic Valentines evening my fiancé read this to me. He is a big burly country lad who’s Dad and he had also survived the land and taken jobs in town and by the end I was snivvling and he had tears in his eyes too! All my life I have wanted to live in the country / “Daddy when can we move and live in the country so Mum can have a cow and I can have a horse and you can be a farmer in a hat?” / I hold our country folk in high revere. They work hard every day – no weekends, no holidays. they worry every day every minute of every day about can they fill their quotas with the best they can produce from what they have. They get paid once a year and pray they can make it stretch across the following year not knowing the exact costs that year will bring. / They produce the food for us to eat. The country is a tough life it’s hard and it’s frustrating and I feel made all the worse when the farmers see the city folk waltzing about with fat wallets and plenty of food and every mod con and complaining their luxury isnt luxurious enough, affordable enough or accessable enough. The city folk shower twice a day and wash their cars weekly they go to a supermarket and poke their tongues out at apples with a slight bruise or the price of meat being so high “What do those farmers think? That money grows on trees!” We are the biggest island on the planet / We have the smallest population per capita – 21 million – smaller than the population of tokyo I’m told! But we have NO WATER! / [we do but it is dwindling at a rate faster than we can keep up with so lets leap ahead and work back from there!] / I live as if there is not enough water to survive. / My water company rewards me for being under the usual expected water usage. / My son came home from school 2 years ago / “Hey Mum I know where all the water is! / The teacher taught us about the water cycle and she told us that we make dams to slow down the rivers running straight out to sea. / But she forgot there’s water in loads of other places too / Swimming pools, toilets, hot water systems, airconditioners, car radiators, factory machines, and alll the bottles of water and soft drink in the supermarkets and shops and warehouses all over the place! / If we just put it all back into the cycle then it would rain again!” In the last 30 years just think of how we have stopped the water from running to the sea. / And how the rate of Rural Suicide and Farms going under have increased / It is a rural depression that will make our food too scarce to waste! / But that’s ok we can import it! / Like Ethiopia does.
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Are you here to only SEE art ???
by C.C. ArshagraAre You Here to Only SEE art? PLEASE COMMENT on this question! If not and time is your concern, then here is a list of my wr…
Are You Here to Only SEE art? PLEASE COMMENT on this question! If not and time is your concern, then here is a list of my writing that are short / and would only ask a few moments of your time to view. To see any of these writings. Inhale 53 words / —Inspired by a Photograph Breathe now for the last breath is gone 190 words / —Inspired by A work of art A Model Woman 163 words / —Inspired by a Painting DO YOU NEED A RIDE? 193 words / —Inspired by a Painting The Sexual Arts 170 words / —Inspired by a Journal entry The world 159 words / —Inspired by a Poem To Live In Pain and Fear 126 words / —Inspired by a Poem + Life experience As Simple as a Thank You 49 words / —Inspired by Micmac * Infant and Human and Mortal Are We *142 words / —Inspired by a Painting Into the opening naked 52 words / —Inspired by a Poem Woman of No Apologie / 74 words / —Inspired by a Poem The Glance 132 words / —Inspired by a Poem Leave Me Alone 127 words / —Inspired by an artist who is transending the loss of a love Legs 59 words / —Wrinten for a new red Bubble Group / They had no writing entries at the time. -It was rejected .. oh, but then they accepted “The Buddha in the Bonsia Tree”
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What does being human being mean to you? My first RB forum post!
by C.C. ArshagraPlease add to the below mentioned forum with your post to this question, of course your comments are exteemly welcome here too. / See link…
Please add to the below mentioned forum with your post to this question, of course your comments are exteemly welcome here too. / See link to Group’s forum at the end of this entry. My complete post is posted there (as the 8th entry to the question.) / Click on the Monthly Forum and then to the list of these forum questions. It is the first one in the list from April 2008 The Group is tilted:Complex Simplicity of Art. look under the groups forum tap. I responde with comments on each od the 7 posts that were there and then wrote and entred the following words to the question THIS JOUNAL ENTRY STARTS HERE! What does being human being mean to you? Thank you for asking and starting this group. I joined mostly because of your group description statements. And that it included the level of interfacing between art and interpretation so well. Hence my first forum post (epic in scale) to date. (GROUP HOSTS: Julianne Goepfert and Glenn Storey) And so having already so indirectly answered your question in parts, I will give-it-a-go from here. First off as a poet who so loves the intensity of simplicity (i.e. ” The Unbearable lightness of Being”/Great title to a book and an O.K. movie too. ) Anyway, I could spend time on the question itself—I mean the difference between a.) human being b.) being human, and c.) being human being; but I’ll let that all go and answer in the light that Julianne and the rest did. “Living consciously & making choices, making mistakes & learning from them” Plus the rest of Julianne’s answer—It is hard to say more without opening a door that leads to more doors that leads to more .... you see. Plus: Answering this question is like writing the summary to a thesis for your doctorate in Arts & Humanity. So please let me please start by tightening the focus a bit here—without leaving the question and actually giving it home run swing: by asking something of her answer. Namely “What is Conscious living?” / / (Here goes nothing!) Conscious living (might mean) is to own the sum of your living deeds committed by you without deleting or excusing your behavior moment to moment and without delegating your responsibility to act moment by moment. (all imperfections included) So as to now say a ‘deed’ is the SUM of the fusion and then equilibrium of physical action, thought of mind, and also one’s intended use of words in every moment. To then repeat this act of being as if there is no given moment in which one can rest on the laurels of the moments past and not stand to face the sum of the the next anew. And here again moment by moment earn this gift to receive the fleeting title of being a human being. We earn it. Constantly. We release the gift in turn at the end of each breath and heart beat. The way trees and oceans breathe. Imagine?! if the trees said “No more air for you! I am going to hold my breath. It’s my oxygen” or the oceans said ” No, more tides and wave ! It’s my water.” or maybe the polar caps could cop an attitude and just say “I’ve had enough of this freezing cold shit I’m melting. The hell with all you humans and your optimal climate conditions for survival on this planet. Well, I guess that might have something to do with “making choices, making mistakes & learning from them,”! If i may again quote Julianne Goepfert here. Another aspect of being human in relationship to inhumanity is a very important issue to my life as an artist. And so, on this plane of questioning what human being means? I’d like to note: Love has no opposite! Adding to this I might say “Hate is not the opposite of “Love” and if you think it is you are probably “being” a (fanatical human) fan of inhumanity. Ask your self this: “Who are you in relationship to ‘you are a living choice’? This is a human question living. The notion of who you are is most easily understood when one asks one self to prioritize their notion of being. i.e. Saying “First and foremost I consider myself a … (complete this sentence.) Most people will resort to a list of words like naming your gender, nationality, race, religion, job, a skilled person at. sexual identity, and ethnicity (Amongst any other number of self labeling statements of course. i.e. First and foremost I consider myself a black german lesbian feminist women republican nationalist goddess muslim. or First and foremost I consider myself an Australian, cubist, painter, & baker, who makes a living as a jewish/sufi photographer and industrial humanist. Whatever this means or however this sounds or appears humoring or insulting (no insult is intended here, My apologies if these concocted examples offend you) Whatever and however you prioritize this list of how you view and rank your identity in order of soul importance to you,—The point of this exercise is ‘being human and what being human means to you relative to all other human beings’. Where do you place being human on your list? Is it even on it? Do you ever say it out loud when you are asked who or what are you? Do you place all other human being above equal to, or below you? Do you place it above your gender, racial identity, national Identity, ethnicity, religion or belief? I’d like to introduce something here: Superiority and Inferiority. Are you a victim of one or a justifier of the other? I’d like to introduce something else here: Respect. Do you feel you deserve to be respected for who you are? Are you willing to say all others deserve the same exact amount of respect for who they say they are? Please allow me to continue my point here now, and this may seem harsh to some. And so your feed back (in the spirit of an open debate) (Harm none) is welcome and so let us respect each other if you so wish to engage with creative words here. (No War) If being a human being is not the first statement on your identities self proclaimed list of prioritized choices then you are not a human being first and foremost. Simply by your own opinion of your self and your free stand in life here on this earth. Lets say your number one choice is I am a woman or a man. It is hereby possible that before you (your self) consider yourself a human being, someone might say you are sexist. or a sexist human being to be kind. In the end you would stand, maybe even die or kill a man on the principles of your superiority over men (or women) or refusal to be deemed inferior to women (or men). War (of the sexes in this example) proceeds human love to you. You may even use you gender as a weapon that is fashioned to solicit a sex partner, procreate, and then rear your young to kill the enemy in principle to win your identity and not lose the identity of the warring inhuman priority you are. In theory and practice of being this way, the essential essence of your love is to live out the value of your gender as a weapon of deceit and hate. To capture, control and defeat a man, men, a woman, or women. The above is a model formula for breeding inhumanity. It is set in a neutral light of equalized inhumanity regardless of gender. But please, ask yourself now: Is that human love raising humanity, rearing a culture of human beings being human toward one and other? / / Now please take a moment and apply ‘the above’ to any other primary identity one might list first and foremost before the identity of a human being. Religion? Your Nation? You race? You ethnic identity? And on and on through all the possibilities while remembering both side of justification for behavior whether you identity carries with in a mindset of a superiority or inferior complex. See its simple. Complex? Well ask yourself? Well don’t ask an ape to ask and orangoutang to ask a gorilla to ask a monkey to ask a Christian to ask a Muslim to ask a Jew to ask (include yourself here) to ask a Sufi to ask a French person to ask a British person to ask a Buddhist to ask (include your belief here) to ask a Russian person to ask an indigenous person to ask a Spanish person to ask an African person to ask a (include to nationality here) to ask a Nigerian person to ask a Argentinean person to ask if you know Rod Serling to ask (include what ever you want here, just don’t give me any grief about leaving you out of here) and did you ever read the screen play to the movie the Matrix because you might not get an answer. Well? You might not! This work is © copyright 2008 C.C. Arshagra.
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Please read this :):)
by Rachael HopeI really hope many people read this! Two Red Bubble poets/writers have really caught my eye and I think they deserve many people to read …
I really hope many people read this! Two Red Bubble poets/writers have really caught my eye and I think they deserve many people to read though their work and maybe even leave comments :) Please when you have time check out “atelier” and “NuckleHeadSteph” Thankyou lots if you’ve read this! xxxxxxx
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ANNOUNCING A WONDERFUL POET!!
by linajiI AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE A WONDERFUL TALENT AND I HAVE LINKED OUR WORKS!! .....CAMELS AND LOVERS AND ONLY IN DREAMS….. HER …
I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE A WONDERFUL TALENT AND I HAVE LINKED OUR WORKS!! .....CAMELS AND LOVERS AND ONLY IN DREAMS….. HER NAME IS SCARLETT MOON AND YOU CAN FIND OUR COLLABORATION HERE… LOOK AND SEE HER HOME PAGE IS SCARLETT MOON HOME PAGE SHE IS YOUTHFUL AND BRILLIANT,,, I DO ADORE HER SO.
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Writers read this
by ArlettaIf you are an unpublished writer that is hoping to be an author, or just a person with a yen to see their poems all bound together in one…
If you are an unpublished writer that is hoping to be an author, or just a person with a yen to see their poems all bound together in one collection (you kinky beast) then it may make you glad to know that for a limited time only Lulu.com is offering their Published by Lulu service for free. Now, Published by Lulu means that there will be an ISBN, you can sell in stores,but they will definitely own the ISBN as all publishers do. It’s a great deal for someone just wanting to get their foot in the door. And, no! I get nothing for telling you this. I am not referring you, just sharing good news that I am taking advantage of myself. I already had one book fully published through them and now I have two more, soon to be three. .. or four Depends on how long the deal goes on. Do with the information what you will!
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Linaji...
by LindaRI’m sure you must know her by now ~ poet, photographer, writer of heart and soul… / she wrote a tribute to me ~ how do I thank her? I d…
I’m sure you must know her by now ~ poet, photographer, writer of heart and soul… / she wrote a tribute to me ~ how do I thank her? I do not know…I am touched so deep. The truth is ~ she speaks to all of us as she pens her journey and works her craft ~ I feel honored to share her journey… I invite you to join me, you will be glad you did! / xxx ~ Linda See Linaji’s writing Linda R Macro Queen See Linaji’s Portfolio here
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Art and activism in NYC by RedBubble artist this June 19th
by C.C. ArshagraI Will Be In NYC to represent art and activism this June 19th / / I have been invited to the National Conference on DataBanks and Rac…
I Will Be In NYC to represent art and activism this June 19th / / I have been invited to the National Conference on DataBanks and Race in NYC to represent “The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series’ by Mariam Muradian & myself and to speak about the role of art (the artist in us all, to speak inclusively) as public awareness activism. The conference and the June 19th, 7-9 p.m. public forum (hosting the premier public exhibit this work) at Judson Memorial Church where our painting exhibit is being hung by The Council for Responsible Genetics, with support from NYU ~ New York University, and the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union) Special thanks go to Martha Herbert, Sheldon Krimsky, Evan Lerner, Aldo Tambellini, and Kathy Sloan. This event is to launch a national (and hopefully an international campaign of raising public awareness and to fuel a response for huma love and justice against the threat being waged against all our human rights, civil liberties, and privacy rights. Please do become educated and make ART to to reflect the consciousness of humanity. I will do all I can (with the spirit of Mariam in attendance) to represent the arts, redbubble, and all human kind. The conference is June 19-20th,More information at Gene Watch , the official web site for The Council for Responsible Genetics; the oldest and longest running genetic watch group in the USA. Also if you would like to read the cover story/interview in the July/August 07 issue of Gene Watch Magazine you can do so at their site here or at www.ccapoet.com . Hope you can attend or possibly send a friend to the public forum, just spread the word ASAP. The IMPORTANT PUBLIC FORUM!!! JUNE 19, 2008 at 7:00 to 9:00 pm / JUDSON MEMORIAL CHURCH / 55 Washington Square Street / Greenwich Village (NYC), NY 10012 / (212) 777-0033 / NYC
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ATTENTION SURREALIST POETS AND ARTISTS!!!
by deliriousgirlNOW ACCEPTING POETRY AND ART THE STARFISH JOURNAL
NOW ACCEPTING POETRY AND ART THE STARFISH JOURNAL
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Day almost over
by Sharon PerrettThe day is almost over so now time to reflect on what I’ve achived….....hmmmmmmm how many photos did I delete…... errr none…..but I…
The day is almost over so now time to reflect on what I’ve achived….....hmmmmmmm how many photos did I delete…... errr none…..but I uploaded another 10…..yes I know but it has been a good day…....came home from dropping kids off this morning to find Katie hadn’t closed front door so it was wide open for 2 hours and considering where I live it’s amazing that nothing went missing. Grahame’s unit for his bedroom was finally delivered, he ordered it online from Argos on 13 August, who took the money from his account of 14 August and just delivered today….I was asked by Helen Sewell if I would like to put one of her poems with my Swan Lake image and of course i said yes the poem is lovely. It then gave me the confidence to ask Brummieboy AKA Phil Sanders if I could use one of his poems on my Golden Glow image and he kindly said yes ,so a big thank you to a very talented poet. So all in all it’s not been a bad day…...oh (now whispering) the migraine seems to be going…......here’s to tomorrow and the fun it will bring :))
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Audio Poem! What do you THINK?
by C.C. ArshagraPLEASE GO HERE TO LISTEN TO THIS POEM Shine on © Pink Floyd / Footb…
PLEASE GO HERE TO LISTEN TO THIS POEM Shine on © Pink Floyd / Football & Slavery © 2008 C.C. Atshagra
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Hilllimericks: A response in limericks to the American Primaries by the poet Simon R Gladdish
by Rusty Woodward GladdishThese limericks are a gentle satire on the musings and machinations of the leading candidates for the forthcoming American presidential e…
These limericks are a gentle satire on the musings and machinations of the leading candidates for the forthcoming American presidential election. As viewed by us here in the United Kingdom on the other side of the pond. They are meant to entertain and amuse and not to offend. They have been published in the Washington Post and The Daily Telegraph (UK). They are all copyright and will be compiled into the poet’s tenth book in the near future. Incidentally, I am still looking for a publisher of my Hillimericks and would welcome any serious offers. Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 15 Dec 2007 14:31 / A handsome young fellow named Bill / Married a woman called Hill. / ‘Have you seen one of these?’ / He asked. She answered, ‘Please! / The mere sight of it’s making me ill!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 18 Dec 2007 17:34 / American President Clinton / Spent his summer vacation in Frinton. / He brought a japonica / Plus a picture of Monica / And prayed every night to saint Onan. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 19 Dec 2007 14:07 / There was an old empress called Hillary / Who fed her employees on celery. / Meanwhile she and Huma / Gobbled barbecued puma / Garnished with char-grilled fritillary. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Dec 2007 17:07 / There was a young lady named Huma / Who was hospitalised for a tumour. / ‘I’m with you still’ / Murmured sugar-mom Hill, / ‘The rest is just rubbish and rumour.’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Dec 2007 18:43 / American ex-president Bill / Spent his weekend with Huma and Hill. / Unable to sleep, / He got up for a peep / Before swallowing a huge sleeping pill. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Jan 2008 02:25 / Hill was concerned by Obama, / A family man and a charmer. / ‘I’m hoping that you’ll / Be advising me too!’ / He laughed as she strapped on her armour. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Jan 2008 02:27 / John Edwards is trailing behind / With hundreds of things on his mind. / His thousand-watt smile / Tends to linger a while / But he’s millions of dollars to find. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Jan 2008 02:30 / I mustn’t forget ex-Mayor Rudy / Who made old New York fairly crime-free. / He’s not fair of face / But he is full of grace / So he might have been born on a Tuesday. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Jan 2008 02:33 / Meanwhile dear old Huckabee Finn / (Uncomfortable in his own skin) / Finds Hillary scary / So he’s pretty wary / Whilst secretly hoping to win. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Jan 2008 02:40 / But the victor will probably be Mitt / (A Mormon and amateur wit) / A multi-millionaire / With dollars to spare / And a handsome vainglorious git! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 08 Jan 2008 11:03 / Molding everyone to his will, / Obama’s roared in for the kill. / Young, gifted and black / He just hasn’t looked back / At that speck in his mirror called Hill. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 08 Jan 2008 11:05 / Poor Hillary’s starting to lose - / You must have seen it on the news! / As my own eyes fill up, / I replenish my cup / In an effort to banish the blues. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 08 Jan 2008 11:08 / As I reach for my bottle of gin, / I’m still not sure who’s going to win / But events have been hintin’ / It won’t be Ms Clinton / Who’s in effluent up to her chin. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 08 Jan 2008 11:14 / The moral of the story is this: / (It was known by the Greeks as Hubris) / When you think that you’ve won / Long before you’ve begun / Then the gods can’t stop taking the piss! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 08 Jan 2008 14:22 / I forgot to include Ron and Fred; / Two has-beens whom many thought dead / And old John McCain / Who keeps trying in vain / To pack his poor pencil with lead. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 09 Jan 2008 13:40 / Barack is a very nice man / Who now looks like a flash in the pan. / Banging on about ‘change’ / Isn’t top of the range / But he’s doing the best that he can. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 09 Jan 2008 13:44 / Ex-prisoner of war John McCain / Has scored in N.H. once again. / He’s too old for the job / And he’s spent his last bob / But nothing will halt his campaign. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 09 Jan 2008 13:49 / So, Hill won New Hampshire at last / And consigned her mistakes to the past. / This erstwhile attorney / Has been on a journey / That has left her supporters aghast! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 09 Jan 2008 13:52 / When Hillary ran in the fall, / She ran straight into a Barack wall. / But since she’s been crying, / She’s proved that she’s trying / And a true human being after all. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 09 Jan 2008 13:56 / It’s odd that her tears won the day / When she’s tough as a mothball in May; / But the tears of this woman / Which no-one saw comin’ / Made the ice in our hearts melt away. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 11 Jan 2008 14:12 / Bill Richardson’s stuck in a rut / And never quite managed the cut; / A man who’s so fat / He could feed his own cat / With the lipo removed from his gut. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 11 Jan 2008 14:16 / A cheetah, Republicans reckoned, / Was Mitt Romney whom fortune had beckoned; / But for all his nine lives / And his multiple wives, / He won’t win if he keeps coming second! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 11 Jan 2008 20:18 / Edwards is a personable chap / Who is gradually narrowing the gap / But his prospects look gruesome - / The front-running twosome / Have left him behind by a lap. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 11 Jan 2008 20:21 / John Edwards, the sweet-natured chap / Awoke from his afternoon nap. / A guy with sunglasses / And skin like molassses / Was giving him quotes on a trap. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 11 Jan 2008 20:26 / John Edwards, the likeable chap / Was carefully checking his map. / Where could be finer / Than South Carolina / To arrange an unlikely mishap? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 13 Jan 2008 19:55 / Fisherman Huckabee Finn / Is gradually starting to win. / Smooth but not spherical, / This sleek evangelical / Has been reeling Republicans in. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 13 Jan 2008 20:00 / Rudy has been leaving it late / If he wants to campaign in each state. / He’s been left a thin corridor / Of options in Florida / And Mitt Romney as his running mate! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 13 Jan 2008 22:44 / Meanwhile lame-duck president Bush / Continues to rest on his tush: / ‘I prefer my pajamas / To those of Obama’s / And I won’t give up power in a rush!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 14 Jan 2008 00:31 / Bill Clinton has suddenly got gritty / In a speech that was not very pretty. / He lifted the lid / On ‘Obama the kid’ / When he questioned his rival’s integrity. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 14 Jan 2008 01:23 / As the candidates carry their cross / In this fight to the death to be boss, / You wonder what it’s worth / But these people from birth / Are obsessed with power, profit and loss. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 14 Jan 2008 11:07 / ‘Hey, Monica,’ whispered big Bill; / ‘Look, I’ve just had a fist-fight with Hill. / I’ll show you my scars / And bring some cigars / If you promise to give me a thrill.’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 14 Jan 2008 11:11 / ‘Hello, Bill, you sound really hoarse,’ / She answered him after a pause. / ‘If you order two coffees / For the oval office / I’ll be there in five minutes, of course.’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 14 Jan 2008 11:19 / ‘So, that’s where you’re hiding!’ said Hill; / ‘I thought that you said you felt ill. / You’ve no time to have fun - / We’ve too much to get done / So come down from that window-sill, Bill.’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 11:42 / Up until two a.m. I did sit / To see Michigan crown its son Mitt. / He’s ensconced on the throne / (Well, he had to win one) / Of a banana republican split! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 11:46 / Most Republicans loathe government; / They believe money earned should be spent. / Well, that’s fine if you’re rich; / If you’re poor, life’s a bitch / When your wages won’t cover the rent. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 11:49 / Home of the brave and land of the free; / It’s the puritan ethic, you see. / If people are poor, / Then we’re pretty damn sure / That they richly deserve so to be. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 11:54 / Republicans flapping the flag / Makes politics rather a drag. / Any hint of compassion / Makes neo-cons fashion / You a pinko, liberal, commie fag! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 11:56 / Forget the American dream / And remember the Howard Dean scream. / The economy’s tanking, / The Saudis are swanking / And the Chinese are stealing the cream! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 16:45 / When the middle-class don’t have a dime / And live on borrowed money and time; / When each mortgage foreclosure / Causes loss of composure / Then you know that the president’s sub-prime. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 17:04 / With investment at an all-time low, / How can the economy grow? / The future looks rainy / And even Dick Cheney’s / Thick portfolio is starting to slow. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 20:35 / Now let us salute Condoleezza, / As inscrutible as Mona Lisa. / She’s emerged from sorority / With unquestioned authority / And grown men risk their lives when they tease her. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 20:40 / Condi has things in common with Hill. / (I don’t mean absent husbands like Bill!) / They’re Scorpios for a start, / Secretive and apart, / Power-crazed with a laser-like will. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 20:47 / Condi’s still in her fifties they say / And might run for the White House one day. / Although not president, / She seems fairly content / With her piano, her prayers and her pay. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 21:37 / Hillary’s hard on the case. / Should she tiptoe round issues like race? / And pretend it’s not there / Like invisible air, / Like the air that caresses your face. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 16 Jan 2008 21:40 / Or should she go on the attack / To make up the ground on Barack? / In a contest she can’t edge, / Obama’s advantage / Is genetic. His father was black. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 17 Jan 2008 14:41 / My favourite is probably John / Whose chances now seem to have gone. / (I mean Edwards, of course, / Not McCain the war-horse) / I’d crack open champagne if he won! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 17 Jan 2008 17:06 / Hillary’s started to gloat / Because Obama’s supporters can’t vote! / Husband Bill got quite cross / When he argued the toss / With a reporter attached to his coat. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 17 Jan 2008 23:59 / It’s strange how some candidates face / Certain oblivion with grace. / Felines in hell / Have a luckier smell / Than some of the guys in this race. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 18 Jan 2008 13:03 / American Fed chief Bernanke / Likes ‘solutions’ that others find cranky. / It seems to me that he / Runs the US economy / A little bit like Widow Twankey! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 19 Jan 2008 16:37 / Hillary dilatory doll, / There’s a man on the grassy knoll / Raising his gun / And firing at one / Of the most famous men in the world. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 19 Jan 2008 22:50 / Hillary scored in Nevada / Making Obama’s life even harder. / Barack invoked Reagan / (A slightly worse choice than Fagin) / And the Latinos left Vegas with ‘nada’. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 19 Jan 2008 23:39 / Nevada also chose Mitt / Who is now scoring hit after hit; / His victory so easy / (His rivals felt queasy) / He had neither to break sweat nor spit. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 11:14 / In her search for momentum and swing, / Did Hillary diss Luther King? / It doesn’t much matter / When the Washington chatter / Is all about her wedding ring. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 11:18 / In Nevada they ran a Spanish ad / Saying Hillary was shameless and bad! / (A simultaneous translation / Said she’d hoodwinked the nation) / When politics sinks this low it’s quite sad. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 11:21 / It’s lucky that he’s not a whiner / Because Mike Huckabee’s lost Carolina. / His plan didn’t work; / Now he looks like a berk / Or a bull in a shop selling china. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 11:23 / Senior citizen McCain’s won again. / His popularity’s hard to explain. / He’s a hero, of course / Who’s survived several wars / And has morphed into Citizen Kane. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 12:00 / Hillary dilatory doll, / There’s a man on the grassy knoll. / I think it’s Obama / (That effortless charmer) / Now hiding behind a Barack wall. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 15:53 / They’re all playing hard-ball politics / (Not to mention a few dirty tricks!) / Despite voters’ distrust / Bordering on sheer disgust, / They know that when mud’s thrown, some sticks. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 18:23 / Should African-Americans back / Hillary or brother Barack? / Are they going to surrender / Their race or their gender / To any signs of a tectonic crack? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 20 Jan 2008 22:39 / My wife thinks Mitt Romney is handsome. / He’s certainly worth a king’s ransom. / To me he’s patrician / Like a wealthy mortician / Who travels around in a hansom. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 10:33 / Barack is becoming irate / At Bill’s influence on the debate. / He said it was troubling / How Bill has been doubling / The truth on its back for his mate. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 10:36 / Bill turned up his Igor Stravinsky / Whilst texting Nastasia Kinski. / He emptied his cup, / Sighed and mouthed ‘Hurry up! / If you don’t want the sack, Miss Lewinsky.’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 10:40 / I return to senior citizen McCain / Whose stump speeches are rather a pain. / I respect and admire him / But can’t someone fire him - / He has the charisma of a public drain. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 11:55 / To add to the Democrat drama / Oprah has come out for Obama / But Hillary’s mates / Are now rattling her gates / Branding her as a feminist harmer. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:04 / American president Bush / Was formerly known as a lush. / When push came to shove / He consulted Karl Rove / Who advised him all opposition to crush. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:06 / So American president Bush / Was not lacking when shove came to push. / His plan of attack / Was to conquer Iraq / And control all the oil that would gush. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:09 / Saddam Hussein of Baghdad / Was regarded as evil and mad; / But this brutal dictator, / This sly alligator / Gave George Bush the worst nightmares he’d had. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:12 / Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld / Was constantly having his bum felt / By a handsome young aide / Dressed in leather and suede / Who smiled when he asked how his chum felt. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:15 / A Brit minister known as Buffoon / Started a war on the moon. / When asked to explain / His reasons again / Said ‘We had to invade before June!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:18 / A woman named Sadie Street-Porter / Was rubbing her hands at the slaughter. / When we entered Iraq / She lay flat on her back / Seized by loud uncontrollable laughter. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:20 / Prime minister Anthony Blair / Developed a lunatic stare. / It wouldn’t have mattered / Except he looked shattered / And was steadily losing his hair. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 16:24 / Blair’s moved on to far better things / As ‘peace envoy’ in the land of three kings. / He’s joined several banks / So the bombs and the tanks / Are a vague memory that seldom stings. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 18:27 / I’m not sure what Toni Morrison meant / When she called Bill ‘a black president’. / The boss of Janet Reno / Has to be an albino / As he’s white as the chalk cliffs of Kent. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 21:45 / O grave where’s thy victory, death thy sting? / As we celebrate M. Luther King. / Bill’s in the choir; / His heart is on fire / As he lifts up his larynx to sing. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 21 Jan 2008 21:49 / Despite a hell of a search, / Young Chelsea’s been left in the lurch. / But she’s a real charmer / As Michelle Obama / Discovers on leaving the church. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:31 / Hillary thinks she looks cute / In an ill-fitting brown trouser suit. / Well, I’ve news for you, Hill / You’ve a stainless-steel will / But your sartorial sense is a hoot! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:34 / Last night I watched the Democratic debate / And could sense the implacable hate / Between Barack and Hill: / The amount of ill-will / Is impossible to overstate. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:37 / They all mentioned during the match / That McCain was a man they could catch. / It’s simply fantastic: / Their last geriatric / Went senile while still on his watch! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:40 / I was surprised by John Edwards’ passion / For giving the poor their full ration / But he faces a slog / As the under-dog / Who still hasn’t come into fashion. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:43 / Last night I had a weird dream about Hill / (Which was certainly not run of the mill) / She was taking her time / To explain the sub-prime / Mess to me, with considerable skill. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 11:45 / Ron Paul has still not gone away / And raised one million bucks yesterday. / His campaign has been planned for / But what does he stand for? / I just haven’t a clue what to say! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 13:33 / The Hollywood actor called Fred / Awoke after dreaming he led. / He’s got the spike / Because the writers’ strike / Has left him mute, incoherent and red. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 17:17 / I’m spot-welded to CNN, / The BBC and the News at Ten. / As I refresh my spritzer, / The sight of Wolf Blitzer / Makes me the most contented of men. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 18:08 / Democratic candidates know / That abortion’s a hot potato. / Republicans say / A school shoot-out’s the way / To keep population rates low. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 18:57 / Democratic candidates know / Not to tamper with Wade versus Roe / But Republicans say / Lots of guns are the way / To keep population growth slow. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 21:45 / Fred Thompson’s decided to quit. / He didn’t prove much of a hit / With his legions of fans / Who jumped into their vans / To vote for his nemesis, Mitt. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 21:48 / Rudy’s climbed out of his casket / And put both his eggs in one basket. / He’s secretly worried a / Poor performance in Florida / Will persuade everybody he’s past it. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 23:35 / If his blood pressure shoots any higher, / Dick Cheney will probably retire. / It’s almost certain / He’ll leave Halliburton / To count all his cash by the fire. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 22 Jan 2008 23:42 / Hostilities have broken out / As Barack and Hillary shout / Abuse at each other / (Older sister, younger brother) / ‘You’re a bitch, Hill!’‘And you’re just a lout!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 00:14 / It’s time to lay cards on the table: / Hillary should win if she’s able. / For the Republicans / (If he sticks to his guns) / Mitt Romney’s the star of their stable. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 01:48 / As for Medicare and Medicaid, / I heard what the candidates said. / I find it quite eerie / In the twenty-first century / That doctors won’t treat unless paid. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 10:17 / I’ve begun to imagine that Rudy / (Magnificent, mean and quite moody!) / Has started to worry / That if he doesn’t hurry, / He might not live to see Super Tuesday. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 12:43 / At a speech I saw Bill nodding off / Until startled by somebody’s cough. / He cupped his left ear / In an effort to hear - / After dreaming of Monica’s muff. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 12:45 / I’ve started to suffer the strain / Of being nasty to nice John McCain. / He’s no Karl Rove / But a decent old cove / Whom I wish a successful campaign. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 15:40 / According to folks in the diner, / Barack should win South Carolina. / Hill will come second / So everyone reckoned / With John on the slow boat to China. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 15:43 / I’ve performed a careful compilation / Of astrological information / For the main candidates / With their days and their dates / And Leo is the chief constellation! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 17:33 / As the economy starts to unwind, / Republicans find themselves in a bind. / They repeat with a blush: / ‘You can’t blame it on Bush / And besides, it is all in the mind!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 17:36 / Though his personal ratings are mush / I confess to a soft spot for Bush. / Due to careful inbreeding, / He suddenly found himself leading / Despite having the brains of a brush. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 17:40 / There is a verse form called the limerick / Which forces the poet five rhymes to pick. / Don’t think I’m complaining / (They’re quite entertaining) / But after a while you get sick of it. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 17:42 / When I started this nonsense I wondered / Whether I’d ever manage a hundred. / Well, I’ve finished the ton / And it’s been quite good fun / If occasionally I have blundered. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 23 Jan 2008 17:49 / This limerick is probably my last. / It is pointless regretting the past. / In November we’ll see / Who the winner will be - / The reverberations of which will be vast! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 26 Jan 2008 21:46 / We’ve not heard much from Huckabee Finn / Or his stern moral sermons on sin. / With a fan base so wide / And God on his side, / You would really expect him to win! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 26 Jan 2008 21:51 / My wife’s growing obsession with Mitt / Is almost causing a marital split. / When she says ‘For a start, / He’s rich, handsome and smart’, / It’s a wonder she doesn’t get hit! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 26 Jan 2008 21:54 / My favourite writers are Yanks: / I’ve read Updike and Bellow with thanks. / Their actors aren’t bad - / I’ve wasted a wad / On the likes of Tom Cruise and Tom Hanks. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 26 Jan 2008 21:58 / Their politicians are mixed / And hover between and betwixt / Greatness and mediocrity, / Straightness and hypocrisy - / Always praying that problems get fixed! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 27 Jan 2008 11:38 / Digging as deep as a miner, / Barack shook up South Carolina. / He won with ease; / Without putting a crease / In his shirt, he gave Hillary a shiner. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 27 Jan 2008 11:41 / Trailing in last place was John / Who now probably regrets having run. / Well, he’s still my first choice, / With his slow southern voice, / And if I’d been his coach, he’d have won! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 27 Jan 2008 11:45 / I mustn’t exclude ex-Mayor Rudy / Who used to be considered a shrewdy. / A Machiavellian man, / His complex ‘cunning plan’ / Has left him looking broken and broody. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 27 Jan 2008 11:48 / Charlie Crist has endorsed John McCain. / I hope I don’t have to say it again. / He’s a very nice man / With a plausible plan / But voting for him is insane! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 27 Jan 2008 11:51 / He says ageing is all in the head; / It’ll be a long time till he’s dead. / He’s as tough as they come / Like his ninety-five year old mom - / Perhaps we should elect her instead! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 28 Jan 2008 21:04 / McCain might not be a Confederate / But Andrew Sullivan claims he’s a moderate. / With his global fame / And brand-new zimmer-frame, / We await the unfolding of fate. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 28 Jan 2008 21:10 / Some people say Mitt is a phoney / And a bit like Prime minister Tony. / My wife doesn’t think that: / She thinks he’s a cool cat / Who is winning this race on a pony. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 28 Jan 2008 21:17 / Tonight is the State of the Union; / If I’m not too knackered I’ll tune in, / Though I’m in no great rush / To hear George W. Bush / Since he has the insight of an onion! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 28 Jan 2008 21:20 / I stayed up for the State of the Union / Though I’d have been happier at Holy Communion; / George W. Bush / Utters absolute tosh - / I’ve heard more sense from a drunken Mancunian! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 28 Jan 2008 21:24 / I confess to posting that limerick before / I’d had the chance to hear Bush-baby bore. / I thought he did pretty well / To ignore the rank smell / Of the bodies washed up on his shore. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 29 Jan 2008 11:10 / Barack’s latest, arguably greatest trick / Has left Hillary feeling quite sick. / He’s been given fresh energy / By Caroline and Ted Kennedy - / The senator from Chappaquiddick. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 29 Jan 2008 11:13 / As she smiles for the cameras so cheesily, / Hill views Obama’s surge queasily. / Miss Kopechne is dead / (Thanks to senator Ted) / Would Bill have let her go so easily? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 29 Jan 2008 20:07 / I have to return to Mitt Romney / Whom I suspect of being a commie! / He’s a sly little runt / Who’s put up quite a good front / But has managed to hide nothing from me. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 29 Jan 2008 20:10 / As doomsday is looming for Rudy; / His position’s become rather ludi- / crous. A dreadful migraine / And disastrous campaign / Have made him look like an unemployed hoodie. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 29 Jan 2008 20:15 / As I stare at the night sky, the Plough / Asks me ‘What are you going to write now?’ / I haven’t a clue / What on earth I should do / Since my inspiration is low. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 30 Jan 2008 10:01 / Rudy’s dropped out of the race. / (His campaign was an utter disgrace) / I don’t think we should worry / Or feel especially sorry - / He’s got a pretty new wife to embrace! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 30 Jan 2008 10:04 / I believe I can predict this campaign: / The Republicans will choose John McCain. / The Democrats will be / Headed by Hillary / And may the best man the victory gain! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 30 Jan 2008 19:10 / I’ve just heard that my candidate John / Has decided to not carry on. / I’m beset by the blues; / This is terrible news. / What on earth will I do when he’s gone? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 30 Jan 2008 19:14 / A man with a mind fine as filigree / Has abandoned his fan base to Hillary / Or Barack, whichever / Can box the more clever / And harness the Democrats’ artillery. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 30 Jan 2008 19:21 / I shall miss his soft southern drawl / And the way he calls people Y’all. / The only non-celebrity, / I’ll sorely miss his integrity / When America votes in the fall. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Jan 2008 22:11 / Who will the president be? / The stars whisper ‘Hillary!’ / It’s always uncertain / To twitch at the curtain / Of fate though opinion is free. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Jan 2008 22:13 / Sages state that prediction is free / So who will the president be? / It’s always uncertain / To clutch at the curtain / That conceals Bill and Hillary. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Jan 2008 22:16 / So who will the president be? / It’s blindingly clear to me / That it won’t be Barack, / Mitt, Mike or Mac / So it has to be Hillary. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Jan 2008 23:35 / So who will the president be? / It won’t be Mike Huckabee / Or Rudy or Ron, / Giuliani or John / So it has to be Hillary. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 31 Jan 2008 23:38 / So who will the president be / When we take our November tea? / George, John, Paul or Ringo / Won’t be the ones to call ‘Bingo!’ / So it has to be Hillary. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 01 Feb 2008 10:54 / I took a look at the latest debate / And thought Barack had a lot on his plate. / His arguments were soggy; / He appeared pretty groggy / And generally seemed in a state. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 01 Feb 2008 10:57 / Hillary was confidence supreme / Like a cat that had stolen the cream. / Her mind moves like lightning; / This woman is frightening / And she’s only one half of the team! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 01 Feb 2008 14:23 / It’s no surprise Mitt’s getting rather / Miffed that a man the same age as his father / Is winning this race / At a leisurely pace / When he’s worked himself into a lather. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 02 Feb 2008 20:37 / Next week we await Super Tuesday / Though it won’t be the same without Rudy; / After maximum hesitation / And minimum participation, / It’ll be more of a singing-the-blues day. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 02 Feb 2008 20:40 / So now it’s goodbye Super Tuesday / And arrivederci Sir Rudi. / The full moon is silvery, / Welcoming John and Hillary / On this make-or-break win-or-lose day. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Feb 2008 11:10 / The initials G.O.P. stand for Grand Old Party / And M.H. is a reference to Mike Huckabee. / B.C. is, of course, hintin’ / At a time before Clinton / And M.R. means that Mitt is smart (R.C.) / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Feb 2008 11:14 / D.I.V.O.R.C.E. means Divorce / And O.C. is short for Of Course. / H.R.C. / Represents Hillary / And B.S. is a code for Brown Sauce. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Feb 2008 11:18 / They say the environment / Will be a big issue for the next president. / What about all the oil / Sucked up through the soil / And where’s all the money been spent? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Feb 2008 11:21 / Will we be fasting for Lent / And why are some senators bent? / What about all the oil / Siphoned from the soil / And why isn’t there any in Kent? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 03 Feb 2008 11:23 / Has the clean green message been sent / And will the new administration relent? / What about that black oil / Bubbling up through the soil - / I wonder where on earth it all went! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 16:15 / Andrew Sullivan’s backing Obama / (The senator who looks like a llama) / As Republicans close ranks / Round McCain with no thanks - / Which can only be good for their karma! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 16:20 / We’ve still Hillary, Mitt, John and Barack: / A woman, a Mormon, a geriatric and black. / This election is blazing / A trail that’s amazing - / All we need now is Batman to make up the pack! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:17 / Hillary’s looking over her shoulder / At Barack the oncoming boulder. / As she hares down the mountain / And dives into the fountain / She finds the water has grown slightly colder. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:21 / Obama is gathering speed / But Hillary clings on to her lead. / As he bathes his feet / It’s a virtual dead-heat, / Her victory no longer guaranteed. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:23 / As Barack is beginning to close, / Hillary’s massaging her toes. / This race is tight: / It’s a wonderful sight / To see somebody lose by a nose. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:36 / In the distance Hillary was a speck / But Obama is now neck-and-neck. / All this infighting / Is becoming exciting - / No wonder they both look a wreck! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:40 / They say the winner takes it all - / The loser is left standing small. / It’s not my job to jabber / About the lyrics of Abba / Or opine on the odds of Ron Paul. / Report this comment. Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 04 Feb 2008 19:50 / At the risk of repeating myself / (And the history book on the shelf) / This story ain’t quoted / Till everyone’s voted / And that includes independents like Ralph. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 05 Feb 2008 10:35 / As he sniffs at the scent on his sleeve, / Mitt says ‘Look, Mike, I think you should leave. / For some little while / You’ve been cramping my style / As I psyche up for one final heave’. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 05 Feb 2008 10:38 / But Mike’s obstinate as a mule / And replies ‘Mitt, don’t take me for a fool. / I genuinely believe / You’re the one who should leave. / Go on now. Get out of the pool!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 05 Feb 2008 10:43 / I confess to feeling slightly shifty / As I finish a hundred-and-fifty. / As the total’s been mounting, / I’ve not really been counting / (But ninety per cent are quite nifty!) / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 06 Feb 2008 11:40 / Barack has now won more states / Though somehow Hill has got more delegates. / With their pants on fire / This will go to the wire / As the whole of America waits. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 06 Feb 2008 11:42 / Ann Coulter says McCain is a pill / So she might be voting for Hill. / What a change of tack / From a right-wing hack / Whose usual cry is ‘Kill Bill!’ / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 06 Feb 2008 19:02 / On Super Tuesday the weather was raw / And seemed more like the outbreak of war. / The most sinister omen / Was not the smashing of snowmen / But the destruction of Clinton, Arkansas. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 06 Feb 2008 23:51 / McCain, Huckabee and Romney / Represent War, God and Money / With Hill and Barack / The token Woman and Black - / Isn’t democracy funny? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:33 / Hillary’s begun to look worried. / She thought that Barack could be hurried / Into making mistakes / Handing her all the breaks / But the upstart just will not be buried! / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:36 / With Oprah bankrolling Barack, / Hill’s on the financial rack. / She’s just pumped five million dollars / Into her own coffers / With no prospect of getting it back. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:39 / Will Hillary be able to renew / The lease on Pennsylvania Avenue? / Eight years with her spouse / Inside the White House / Have made her fall in love with the view. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:42 / We’ve entered the year of the Rat / When the plans of mice and men can fall flat. / Will it be Hill or Barack, / Mitt, Mike or Mac? / What wouldn’t we give to know that? / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:46 / It’s difficult to know when to stop. / (I’ve laid out the cream of the crop) / I can’t keep on going; / My inspiration is slowing / And I don’t want to start scribbling slop. / Report this comment Original limerick by Simon R. Gladdish / SimonGladdish 07 Feb 2008 11:49 / This limerick is definitely my last. / There is no point lamenting the past. / In November we’ll see / Who the winner will be - / The reverberations of which will be vast! / Report this comment
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Wow a Double Ramble...3
by Paul Rees-JonesWARNING…THIS JOURNAL CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO USEFUL INFORMATION AND MAY RAMBLE ON WITH NO POINT. Okay…I need to express my view on …
WARNING…THIS JOURNAL CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO USEFUL INFORMATION AND MAY RAMBLE ON WITH NO POINT. Okay…I need to express my view on poetry. There is no such thing as a bad poem, if the writer felt what they wrote at the time. (I have written bad poems, but I decided they were bad because I did not feel what I wrote.) The reader may not appreciate it, but the poem is good. We get caught up in this medium, where all who read need to make a comment and appreciate the work we do, but truth is the writing is the reward and the comments are only icing, that we can survive without. / (but icing is sweet and sugary…mmmm) I have had this conversation with a few people now. people who read other poems and think WOW that is so much better than mine. I will guaratee the every poet has a poem that they feel is better than anything they have written. In fact I believe poets are most critical of themselves because of the emotion or experience they are putting out there for all to see. Bad Poems no-way. Bad interpretations, possibly. But that is life and we poets feel that deeply. Thanks for reading. Peace n Love!!
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Another inspiration and tribute
by Thomas Josiah ChappelleWell…It was Lavender Moon’s “Dinky” / that caught in my poetic “Thinky” / Not only must the camera be ready at a ‘hair’ / to embrace in i…
Well…It was Lavender Moon’s “Dinky” / that caught in my poetic “Thinky” / Not only must the camera be ready at a ‘hair’ / to embrace in its frame the smallest hare / But so must the ready poet / with keyboard to speedily ‘show it’ !
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I'm a poet too you know
by MisterJust submitted a poem called ‘Lead Heart’ if anyone wants to check it out.
Just submitted a poem called ‘Lead Heart’ if anyone wants to check it out.
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My wife is bubbling
by Colin WellsHi all, Just a quick entry to say taht after much prompting, my wife has given into the Redbubble craze and has now created an account…
Hi all, Just a quick entry to say taht after much prompting, my wife has given into the Redbubble craze and has now created an account and uploaded some photos and some excellent poetry too. Go take a look at her profile if you don’t believe me; http://www.redbubble.com/people/poeticlicence
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