T'was the Night Before Elections

T'was the night before elections,
And all thru' the town,
Tempers were flaring
Emotions ran up and down.
I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap,
Had shut off the TV,
tired of political crap.
When all of a sudden,
There arose such a noise,
I peered out my window,
Saw Obama and his boys
They had come for my wallet,
They wanted my pay
To hand out to others
Who had not worked a day!
He snatched up my money,
And quick as a wink,
Jumped back on his bandwagon
As I gagged from the stink.
He then rallied his henchmen
Who were pulling his cart.
I could tell they were out
To tear my country apart!
'On Fannie, on Freddie,
On Biden and Ayers!
On Acorn, on Pelosi'
He screamed at the pairs!
They took off for his cause,
And as they flew out of sight,
I heard him laugh at a nation
Who wouldn't stand up and fight!
So I leave you to think on this one final note...
IF YOU DON'T WANT SOCIALISM GET OUT AND VOTE !!!!


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Looking Forward to a Holiday

 

Looking forward, to a Holiday,

Time to rest, time to play,

Time to think, time to reflect,

Most of all, time to recollect.

Life lived, good and bad times,

Thank God for the strength, the hills climbed,

Always there, in the face of fear,

For the longest time, this was not clear.

Nothing accomplished, was on my own,

Accommodating Father, sitting on the throne,

Beside my Father, his only son,

Jesus Christ, through all things done.

Always present, knows all my prayers,

Most important, always cares,

Gives me blessings, each and everyday,

Even when, I forget to pray.

Next time you plan, for Holiday,

Plan some time, to kneel and pray,

Praise the Father, let him know,

You’re thankful for, your status quo.

 

by James Apple Jr.

Jack Russell Terrier

 

Jack Russell Terrier, bold and energetic,

Their personality, quite magnetic,

Very brave, ten feet tall,

No clue at all, actually small.

Chasing toys, balls or bunnies,

Watching play, oh! so funny,

Assertive nature, knows no bounds,

Watch out all you hare and hounds.

Great pet, not for ever body,

Around other dogs, can be quite snotty,

Mix male and female, not two sisters,

Or may find, locked in deadly twisters.

Temperament is gentle and kind,

Always on guard, great peace of mind,

Great with children, long as understand,

Never treat them bad or raise your hand.

Never leave unattended or outside alone,

A born hunter, loves to roam,

Nose to the ground, hot on the trail,

Cross a road, seal their coffin nail.

Proud dog, owner’s best friend,

Best companion, can always depend,

Jack Russell Terrier, very special breed,

You won’t be disappointed, this I guarantee.

To Chant "USA!"

Racist in America, to chant “USA”,

Apologizes for patriotism, what this portray,

When's appropriate, to chant “USA”,

Restrict only for use on, 4 July or Memorial Day.

Political Correctness, here we go again,

Have their way, illegal on public domain,

Stop this now, rights dwindling away,

Racist in America, to chant “USA”.

White targeting Hispanics, all eschew,

Yes Hispanic, but they’re Americans too,

San Antonio, Home of the Alamo, they’re Texans,

But they’re claiming racism, toward Mexicans.

Nation of culture, when will we learn,

Ignore the left; they’ll cause us to burn,

The true problem, what Hispanics failed to do,

Join the others and chant “USA” too,

1 Timothy 5:8 (ESV)
“But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever. “

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)

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"Emos" Poem

“Emos” in streets, Death squads follow,
Hating and killing, livestock to the slaughter,
Young Iraqis, full of dismay,
What sin they have, perception of gay.

Hair too long, pants too tight,
Western look, incite anger on site,
No words spoken or unpretentious plea,
Death Squad sway, unattainable deed.

No government intervention, full citizen support,
Sharia Law followed, no need for court,
Death squads, Allah’s bidding,
Wipe out western influence, prove we aren’t kidding.

Westerns are the Devils, evil to the core,
Look at their beliefs, need we say more,
Social justice, treat everyone the same,
“Emos” living without fear, they’re insane.

“Emos” in our land, quickly buried,
Over there, they’re getting married,
Freedom, living without fear,
In Iraq, not in a million years.

Jeremiah 30:17 (ESV)
“For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord, because they have called you an outcast: ‘It is Zion, for whom no one cares!’”

“The true trophy hunter is a self-disciplined perfectionist seeking a single animal, the ancient patriarch well past his prime that is often an outcast from his own kind... If successful, he will enshrine the trophy in a place of honor. This is a more noble and fitting end than dying on some lost and lonely ledge where the scavengers will pick his bones, and his magnificent horns will weather away and be lost forever.”
Elgin Gates, Trophy Hunter in Asia

Wake up America!

Afghan, under fire by Taliban,

Blaming the U.S., came out of Pakistan,

Actions of a Soldier, triggered Afghan protests,

Blaming the U.S., their own needs repress.

Sixteen killed, three women and nine children,

Terrible tragedy, pray for our brethren,

War is Hell; some innocents will be lost,

We must minimize this at any cost.

A religious war, do you agree,

I think so, doesn’t take a master’s degree,

Muslims all over the world, after you and me,

Kill us all if they could, this I guarantee.

Political correctness, thoughts unacceptable,

Nation is weak, very susceptible,

America wake up, future at hand,

Muslims have their way; Sharia law in our land.

Stoning, beheading and mercy killings,

Yes, I said it; they kill their own siblings,

These are their beliefs, but America is the villain,

Turn table on us, America’s bloodstain.

Wake up America, Stand up and fight,

Muslims have their way; take your religious right,

See the facts, see the truth,

Want to kill us all, even our youth.

 

by James Apple Jr.

Will America Survive?

Republican race, close to the finish,

Which candidate on top, which will diminish,

Neck to neck, vs. Obama polling,

Which against him, make the strongest showing.

Republicans and Independents, all should agree,

Who wins don’t matter, all far better than he,

Everyone must vote, even if by absentee,

Or government becomes, everyone’s bourgeoisie.

Obama wasn’t lying, “A Promise for Change”,

Didn’t expect grandchildren’s taxes, as a bill of exchange,

“Apologizing for Americans”, radical policy change,

Blocking of Keystone Pipeline, his own party finds this strange.

My fellow Americans, come Election Day,

We must come together, in an elaborate way,

Must do it now, American is whittling away,

Someone new out front, come inauguration day.

Acts 13:48 (ESV)
“And when the Gentiles heard this, they began rejoicing and glorifying the word of the Lord, and as many as were appointed to eternal life believed.”

Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few.
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950), Man and Superman (1903) "Maxims for Revolutionists"

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All the Pain

Invisible Children, on a crusade,

Show the world, Africa’s last decades,

Murders, rapes, abuses, and more,

By Joseph Kony, an evil Lord.

Their documentary, YouTube 72 million views,

Got the notice, of all the news,

Promptly on a grand campaign,

To show the world, all the pain.

Many think, they are far too late,

The media’s attention, may lead to escape,

Got in the way, going to interfere,

This is the Atlantic Counsel’s desperate appeal.

Even though, some claims may be true,

We must applaud their angle of view,

To show the world, all the pain,

Great awareness, through a public domain.

What would they want Invisible Children to do?

Just sit around, feeling blue,

Never express, their angle of view,

Or try to help African, control the pain.

Revelation 21:4 (ESV)

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

One does not learn how to die by killing others.

Vicomte de Chateaubriand (1768 - 1848), Memoirs (1826-1841)

    

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Freeform poetry

What is Freeform poetry? Just as the name suggests, this type of poetry allows writing of whatever comes to mind in any format. Freeform poetry contradicts other types of poetry because it does not restrict the author to any specific structure or rhythm. Anyone interested in poetry can quickly become intimidated by these strict rules and become discouraged. Modern times and the acceptance of Freeform poetry gives new poetry writers such as myself an acceptable dais to express ourselves. Here are some suggestions that have been helpful to me.

· Immediately write down your thoughts.
Inspirational thoughts can come to you at any place or time. Always have a pen and paper handy to jot it down.

· Plan an arrangement for the poem.
This is what is unique with Freeform. You can lay out your thoughts to your liking, but find a structure that is consistent throughout the entire poem.

· Read the poem over and over. 
You will find and make improvements constantly with your poem. Keep reading the poem to yourself until you are totally satisfied with the content.

· Archive the poem.
Develop your own filing system for future reference. There is more to this than just saving in a folder. I like to save my file names by date first, then by title. This keeps them in a chronological order. This will be invaluable to you if you decide to publish your writing later.

A birthday poem for my wife

 

Happy birthday Tammie, just turned 50,

Getting old, but you're still pretty,

Not so many bags, wrinkles and crinkles,

If you ask me, you're aged to perfection!

Like aged red wine, the best, it's true,

Not very good, when it's new,

As wine ages, the tannins bloom,

Into a taste, that's rich and smooth!

Over the decades, times good and bad,

Pick you ups, and put you downs,

Madeyou the person, everyone enjoys,

The woman I love, and deeply adore!

Your family, a testimony, your life’s greatest work,

Proof of your love, devoted support,

If you’re worried, about “Over the Hill”,

Remember this, you’re aged to perfection!

Inspired and written for my lovely wife. During the first hour of my wake on the day before her 50^thbirthday.