Progressivism

The following quote is from JOHN ADAMS,.

"Government is instituted for the common good, for the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the people, and not for profit, honor, and private interest of any one man, family or class of men; therefore, the people alone have incontestable, unalienable and indefensible right to institute government, and reform, alter, or totally change the same, when their protection, safety, prosperity and happiness requires it."

PROGRESSIVISM

Behold a government created by our forefathers

To be made up of those elected

Who will serve our inalienable rights

With the laws that WE selected

They would see to our protection

Safety and prosperity

Uphold the freedom of our speech

With the utmost of integrity

There came the so called representatives

For their profit have become the whore

Of special interest groups

Who come knocking at their door

They settle in for life

Voting themselves the cushy perks

Why can't the people see

They make the voters look like jerks

Now why not throw in a so-called leader

With his socialistic tendencies

Who with promises of a life
of welfare

Will control their entities

Dancing at the end of strings

Controlled by rich and powerful men

Are the president and his minions

Charged to do our economy in

It all comes down to reality

That if the pursuit of happiness has become

People wallowing in self imposed poverty

Have let this government run

They run away with our liberty

As they take from those who dare to earn

And purposely break our economy

Roasting their marshmallows as we burn

The Subject...Ovid

"Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all." Ovid

THINK POSITIVE?

I doubt if it is possible

But miracles do exist

If only it could be probable

I never could resist

I'd erase my mind of worry

Trust that things will go my way,

But my peaceful thoughts would scurry

And give me twice the angst for days

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"Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love." Ovid

ONE VOICE

I'm a grizzly bear with a cub

I keep him close to me

I'm a patriot with a club

Who defends my liberty

I am a clown with a painted smile

Who could turn immediately to rage

When a terrorist invades my country

In violent, underhanded ways

I am first and foremost an American

Who will sing our anthem right on cue

I salute our symbol, our beloved flag

I bleed freely red, white, and blue

I am happy with my choice

To love God and fellow man

And I am but one single voice

Please join me if you can

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"In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are." Ovid

"Do you really want to know what I'm about? Sit right down for a leisurely chat and open any subject. I love, I live to share!"  M. Beatty

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Ovid was a Roman poet born 43 BC.

The Odd Mom

"Yes, Mother, I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me."

Alice Walker

THE ODD MOM

There were times that you embarrassed me

Some personally, some indirect

But my memories continue to be

Mostly pleasing I suspect

So you liked to take me out for pie

As I wore my band uniform

I felt so exposed that I could die

In that outfit I had worn

You tried to share your fashion sense

And presented to me with pride

The most ridiculous pair of clown pants

In lime green and orange stripes

It didn't really occur to you

That such garb was meant to be

Worn by disco dancers

And by pimps on crime tv

But being the dutiful daughter

I wore them to the dance

I wasn't drawn and quartered

But all had their share of laughs

Then I always must remember

How cool our friends thought you were

With the top down in December

To pay off a bet that had occurred

You had the greatest records

And spun them at the hop

You raced your souped up '57 Ford

Loudly down the block

Mom, you always kept us wondering

What kind of antics you'd show next

Though embarrassing moments brought suffering

In my life there are no regrets

It turns out my friends adored you

And wanted you for their own

The teenaged days that I lived through

I've clearly not outgrown

No one is born to perfection

And my life was quite askew

But now I look at my reflection

And who I'm seeing now is you

I've acquired all your idiosyncrasies

And your bold infectious ways

From a lifetime of played out fantasies

Which made growing up the good old days

What Can I Say?

WHAT CAN I SAY?

The book of parenthood is never closed

There is never a story that says "the end"

In what world is it supposed

In time the sadness will ebb and when?

The loss is an unnatural act

The pain may slightly subside

But the memories keep coming back

There is never a place to hide

What can I say to a parent at such a loss

That true agony has been compiled

Most will never experience the bitter cost

To a parent who has lost a child

There are never any appropriate words

That can be said by me or you

True sympathy can't come in verbs

Sometimes only a sincere hug will do

Though they yearn inside for closure

A light in the tunnel they will never see

At any inadvertent exposure

Old scars will open up to bleed

The Reality of War

Captain Max Lerner said in an article, “all I have to do is think of my own Mother and sisters and the way they felt every time the doorbell rang.”

THE REALITY OF WAR

Off to war they have gone

Sons and daughters wave "So long!"

They all expect to return

But their parents' lives will crash and burn

What hell could ever bring

Is the doorbell that would ring

The foreign skirmish had set in stone tonight

Their beloved children aren't coming home alive

It is only a fact of war

Lives are taken and others torn

The anguish becomes to move on

In a life that has become far too long

A Morher's Loss

"The human heart does not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making."

Lillian Smith American Novelist 1897-1966

A MOTHER'S LOSS

Once a hapless little egg

Had made it journey only to be joined

By a seed of love on its final leg

To wherever it was going

Destiny was forever changed

My life would never be my own again

I was to be forever chained

To that little life from way back when

It is the severed string that brings the pain

When her child embarks to a place unknown

She thinks it will never be the same again

Once her little one is now on his own

Though he grew and found a brand new life

And I was sent to find my own again

He embraced a journey and a loving wife

And left me with memories from way back when

But alas, I have returned

To the journey he has offered to share

There is one thing I have learned

As a mother I'm a millionaire

When Life Became a Prison

The French Novelist Honore de Balzae (1799-1850) said that “a mother who is really a mother is never free.”

WHEN LIFE BECAME A PRISON

That new life inside of me

Had brought new responsibility

Now life would never be my own again

Until my baby was grown...and then

I felt every little bump and bruise

His losses and his teenaged blues

When he fell in love I felt his joy

And at the birth of his new baby boy

Yes it is true I will never be free again

But though chains would bind me I remember when

Before I ever knew the sheer overtaking

Of a new life we were making

When my life became a prison

With that little life I was given

I never thought that being bridled

Could be euphoria never rivaled

He is always and forever to be in my heart and on my mind

The truest form of love could never be denied

I was to have my purpose yet defined

When that little life I held became part of mine