poetrybycecere

On the Right

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 21:01:32 GMT

Life on the Farm
by Corrie

I now live on an animal farm:
As the alarm clock rings, I can be
seein' the cacklin', Rhode Island Reds in the
Representative hen-house, layin' infertile red eggs.
There or in the senate; nothin' will ever be born.
And there's the rooster crowin' at days' beginning
from his soapbox out in the rose garden. There are
grunts of the pigs from the hill, donkeys bray from the
cabinet...oh, such a noisy place...I can't understand
a single thing!
The silent lambs and rabbits watch and listen
to all this farm show when I arrive outside to work.
When the morning's sky is just barely lit;
You'll find me out there shovlin' the shit.

The Reign of King George the Myopic

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 15:55:04 GMT

America the Pitiful
By Jennifer Cecere

Once a proud nation, once a bright star,
Once the people of earth longed to be where we are.
Once the model of freedom now no more to be
King George the Myopic has changed things you see.
He has fouled the oceans, the rivers, the air.
And betrayed the worlds trust with never a care.
Ravaging nations that were never a threat
He has made us a monster no one will forget
With torture and cruelty he seems to enjoy
He has been this way since he was a boy.
Now depleted uranium permeates all
Of the lands we held dear and will be our downfall.
Our land has been poisoned, our food supplies too.
The world now is toxic for me and for you.
With jobs all but gone and no money for school
The poor join the army, old George is no fool
Our children are sent to kill children of others
And all that is left now are the grieving mothers
The wives and the siblings cry day and night too
King George has created a sad point of view
Tax cuts for the wealthy in a time they call war.
Work for the rich, abandon the poor.
Get rid of the unions, move jobs overseas.
Make slaves of the masses, bring them to their knees.
Habeas Corpus, throw that in the trash.
The first amendment, burn that to ash.
Send Jenna to war, have Barbara go too.
They need to know what its like for the few
The proud and the dying. While daddy spins lies
And shows the whole world his criminal ties.
Evangelical Christians, I call upon you
Pray hard for this land, what else can you do?
Shout to the heavens, call out His name
And after youre done it will all be the same.
Its sad but its true so understand this.
The Land of the Free no longer exists.
Progressives get ready, there is work to be done
It is time to clean up what King George has done.
Demand a fair vote, march to the beat
Never give in, take to the street.

The Art of Nothingness

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 02:59:44 GMT

Living Happy
By Gloria J

All good 'New Agers' live
In the middle of a stream.
There is no good or bad there.
It is nothing more than a dream
So go back to your pipe or your bottle,
Stick your head in the sand.
There is nothing to be done now,
But live happy in Lala Land.

The Art of Nothingness

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 02:52:50 GMT

To the "Ones" in Charge
By Corinne

The hurricane struck with vengeance
And so many were left to die,
I know; you were taken by surprise,
Do I see a tear in your eye?

Telephones and cameras,
Devices used to spy,
They're not tools for safety,
Do I see a tear in your eye?

False war, thousands are no more,
'Cause of a political lie,
And all for democracy's oil,
Do I see a tear in your eye?

Killing boys, homeless, elderly
With bullets or GM crops,
I see not tears in your eye,
But those from a bottle of drops.

Corinne

Legal Torture

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 03:41:00 GMT

My apologies. Today's post does not qualify as poetry. It is just
a good old fashioned gut spilling.

Feel free to send me your sentiments. I will happily post them here.

Jenn

September 28, 2006

An Open Letter to President Bush and the Congress of the United States
By Jennifer Cecere

Today is a day that will go down is history as nothing less than a day of infamy.
Today you completed the task of destroying a country of beauty and might.
A country that once set the standards for the world.
Do you remember gentlemen and ladies, the days when America sneezed and the world caught a cold?
Do you remember when we were the hope of the peoples of the world?
When the greatest desire of millions was to be an American.
I remember those days. The days before you sold us out.
The days when Americans had jobs, health insurance and prospects of a better life.
No, things were not perfect but they were good.
I remember when we were respected and admired.
I remember being proud of my country. I was proud to be a part of this nation.
I remember when German POWs did not try to escape from their prisons.
They were happy in our custody. They were treated well and with dignity.
You changed all that today. Today you completed a job that you began in January 2000.
Since that day the whole world has been sad.
Your work culminated today in the halls of congress.
Today you betrayed millions of people, not just here in the US but around the globe,
The very globe you hope to conquer.
Do you think that it is free? No, gentlemen and ladies, it is not free.
Giving your soul to the devil never is free.
The universe has its rules and nothing is free.
It all comes with a cost. Can you afford to pay?
Will it be worth the cost?
How much does it cost to torture and murder?
What is the pay-off?
Did you ask yourself these questions before you passed the Patriot Act not once, but twice?
Did you ask yourself today before you voted to make torture legal?
Do you wonder if you can pay the cost of Habeus Corpus?
Can you? Will you?
Do you ever think that when you are no longer needed you could disappear into the shadowy places called detention camps?
My mind is turning, my insides churning.
I long for revenge. I yearn for your rewards to be delivered to you.
I my only hope now; that I can live long enough to watch you writhe in pain.
I want to see you have your melt down. I am eager to watch you drool in your straight jackets and restraint chairs.
I find each of you nothing less than disturbing, sick and disturbing.
What happened to your oath to uphold the constitution?
Your oath to protect America and her people?
Did it mean anything to you at all?
Do not think for one moment that you will not pay for what you have done.
The universe is fair.
May your evil god have mercy on your evil souls.

"They"

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 18:43:43 GMT

They

What makes them so particular,
They're nothing more than we,
They cannot heal the sick, the lame,
Or make the blind to see.

I'd like to show them just one time
And put them in their place;
Show them they're no good,
Not of a superior race.

Waiting for the light to come,
Just for men to see,
They don't work any miracles;
They're nothing more than we.

Corinne

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 23:16:25 GMT

Mankind Loosed
Author unknown

I have died in Viet Nam but I have walked the face of the moon.
I have befouled the waters and tainted the air of a magnificent land but I have made it safe from disease.
I have flown through the sky faster than the sun but I have idled in streets made ugly with traffic.
I have littered the land with garbage but I have built upon it 100 million homes.
I have divided schools with my prejudice but I have sent armies to unite them.
I have beat down my enemies with clubs but I have built courtrooms to keep them free.
I have built a bomb to destroy the world but I have used it to light a light.
I have outraged my brothers in the alleys of the ghettos but I have transplanted a human heart.
I have scribbled out filth and pornography but I have elevated the philosophy of man.
I have watched children starve from my golden towers but I have fed half the earth.
I was raised in a grotesque slum but I am surfeited by the silver spoon of opulence.
I live in the greatest country in the world in the greatest time in history but I scorn the ground I stand upon.
I am ashamed but I am proud. I am an American.

Message to the Neo-cons

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 15:39:55 GMT

We will prevail
By Jennifer Cecere

I’ve a news flash to share with all you cons
And I don’t know how to break it to you son.
But the truth is we’re fed up with your cruelty and your lies,
This election day we will prevail.

By the Constitution is the way we choose to live.
Our founding fathers gave it all they had to give.
But you have ripped it into shreds to achieve your evil ends
And come election day we will prevail.

You’ve bombed countries to control the flow of oil.
Using weapons that just make my blood boil.
You are an evil pack of fools but we truly have the tools
To get free of you. We will prevail.

Your have stolen from our coffers to your gain
What you’ve done to civil rights causes me pain.
Yes it hurts me to my soul and today I have a goal
On election day we will prevail.

Torture is not the Yankee way.
By you the innocent are tortured every day.
How do you sleep at night? Does the truth ever you bite?
We must be rid of you. We must prevail.

There are people in the country in great need.
You ignore them and continue in your greed.
You are an evil smarmy bunch but I really have a hunch
Come November we will prevail.

Where were you when Katrina hit the coast?
Today you just stand around and boast,
You say you did a lot, you were Johnny on the spot.
That’s not true you know and we’ll prevail.

You allow your friends and cronies everywhere,
To foul our water and our air.
We are tired of your ilk. All of us you wish to bilk.
But soon you will be gone. We will prevail.

Your detention camps stand empty today.
We know you plan to use them, by the way.
We’re not fools we think, we see and we are yearning to be free
I does not matter for we will prevail.

We don’t like your brand of freedom I might add.
What you do to human beings makes me mad
Yes we’re angry and we say, I take a vow this very day,
To defeat you at the polls. We will prevail.

We are right up in your faces pasty men.
You won’t fool us this time, no not again.
Yes we know what your about and we intend to shout
From the rooftops, we will prevail.

So make your plans, get ready wicked men.
You will soon be unemployed and what then?
Will you whimper, will you cry, will you spout out empty lies?
Go ahead but know this now, we will prevail!

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:11:02 GMT

Found Wanting
By Jennifer Cecere

Shuddering, shivering, I listened and heard,
Words spoke by a mouthless face,
Which were formed from ideas,
The origin I fear,
Was no more than a mindless space.
I listened, I heard, I looked and I saw,
A thing that believed it was real.
But the hideous emptiness of both sight and sound,
Made horror all I could feel.
Expounding with sounds familiar to me,
The thing that once was a man,
Though to speak was his need,
And he did so indeed,
All he said was “I fit in a plan”

Why did I see him as faceless I thought,
How did others around us react?
I turned then I gasped, they all looked the same,
A sea of them there, it was fact.

Pondering, puzzling I finally asked,
One of the forms that was near,
What manner of creature,
In guise like a preacher,
Has never a lesson to spare?

He can talk, he can laugh, he can see things,
He does all of these things without pleasure,
For he’s wanting the one thing to make life come true,
REASON – Man’s greatest treasure.

The following work was created by my son who at the time was only 14 years old. This work is dedicated to all those who have served our country.

David C Daniel is currently living in Los Angeles and is working as a screen writer.

Home Coming
By David C Daniel

Where have you been my old friend?
Tell me I implore,
For it looks as though you’ve fallen
Upon a rocky shore,
And let the waves wash over you,
Over you,
Over you,
And let them tear and batter you
Till you could stand no more.
Please tell me what has happened.
Oh tell me I implore
For it looks like you’ve been walking
Your feet are cut and sore.
Your hands are swollen and bleeding.
Your eyes are red like gore.
Please tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Must I get down and beg?
For you’re like another man now
A torn and angered man now
And I would like so much to help you
If only I knew how.
I ask you once again my friend
To tell me of your plight
From here to hell and back again
Upon a ghastly flight.

My friend of course I will tell you.
Of course I will let you know,
For I have been a-marching,
Marching,
Marching,
And I have been a-fighting
As my appearances do show.
They said it was for freedom,
For others rights and yet,
Nothing there has changed now,
And the ground is burnt and bare now,
Not a living thing is there now,
Not a bird to swoop or soar.
It’s a land of death and pain now,
What men at home call war.

Letter From Iraq

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 16:24:27 GMT

Letter From Iraq
By Jennifer Cecere

Please think of me in the morning,
When you rise to start your day.
Think of me when you do your job
For I am so far away.
They sent me here to fight a war
And I really don’t know what it’s for
But my days and nights are full of gore
Please think of me.

Please think of me in the evening,
When you turn your TV on.
Think of me as you watch the news
Remember I am gone.
Please know that I am wracked with fear.
I wish so much that I was there
With you where all my thoughts were clear.
Please think of me.

Please think of me in the desert,
Where the heat is so hard to bear.
Where my greatest wish is a shower,
In a place where there’s never a care.
It’s the simple things I miss so much,
A drive to the store, McDonalds for lunch
A lottery ticket bought on a hunch
Oh, think of me.

Some days are harder than others
It depends on how things go.
Like when they kill my brothers,
And my spirits sink so low
I sit down and cry,
I wish I could die,
And I know it was all for lies.
Think of me.

The things that I see are so awful.
There is never a beautiful sight
It’s all very grim and woeful
And the future does not look bright
I see babies die, I hear mothers cry
I hear fathers vow revenge.
They pick up their guns
For we’ve killer their sons
And the nightmare never ends.

WAR

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 17:18:21 GMT

The Ultimate Shame
by Jennifer Cecere

I dreamed I flew over a country
After the war was done.
Towns and cities were silent,
No creature stirred, not one.
The land was devoid of flora,
The sky was devoid of birds.
What once were homes now skeletons,
What once had thrived now burned.
When at last I saw people they stared at me.
They did not try to speak.
Their faces were gaunt and expressionless.
Their movements feeble and weak.
Now and then one would try to smile at me,
But their faces could not move that way.
But their vacant eyes said more to me
Then ever their lips could say.
I wanted to take them inside of me,
To protect them from their dismay.
I wanted to tell them I loved them,
And could make it all go away.
I wished to erase their memories,
Of war and death and pain.
But alas I could not protect or heal.
I could only cry with shame.

Sedition

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 17:09:21 GMT

Sedition
By Jennifer Cecere

We heard you on the phone the other day.
We listened well to what you had to say.
We see you are a malcontent
And you are planning to descent,
Well we heard you and now you have to pay.

We saw you on the street going to work.
We are glad to know that you don’t shirk.
So we sent our favorite lawyer
To question your employer.
That’s right, you will never know where we may lurk.

We have spoken to your neighbors and your friends.
We often do these things to achieve ends.
Be they wrong or be they right,
This is the way we fight our fight,
To control the population that we tend.

We open up your mail sometimes to.
We need to do these things with folks like you.
You are a thorn in our side,
So we really want your hide,
And we’ll do what ere it takes to make it true.

We spotted what you said on your pc.
We know how you would like things to be.
You would strip us of our power.
But we plan to make you cower.
And I think that we can do it, wait and see.

We know where you spend money, yes we do.
We know all the folks you owe some to.
We really want to thank
The folks at your bank
For telling us about all you do.

Remember those Nikes that you bought?
A simple pair of shoes, so you thought.
What you really didn’t know
Is they are chipped so they will show
Every place that you go for you are sought.

We know that you love democracy.
That you want more than ever to be free
To live your life in ease
Though we would like to please
We cannot afford to give you liberty.

Yes we monitor you daily, all the time.
Now you know we do and that is fine.
For we are dedicated men
With a war that we must win
Be aware sedition is a serious crime.

Safe Citizens

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 15:38:17 GMT

by Jennifer Cecere

We've a new microchip Citizen

Just a little stick right here and it's in.

Now we can track you were you go,

Because we really need to know,

What you are up to every day Citizen.

Got a new ID card too Citizen.

It protects from ID theft Citizen.

And you can board a plane or bus,

Without avoiding us

We'll all be safer this way Citizen.

We can scan your iris too Citizen

If your eyes are brown or blue Citizen

Learn your allergies, blood type,

With a simple little swipe.

We need to know these things Citizen.

If a hurricane should strike you Citizen,

We'll be there to check your ID Citizen.

In the case that you should drown,

We'll be there to track you down,

And identify your body Citizen

Yes, we always need to know Citizen,

Where you are and what you do Citizen.

If you're a liability,

Singing people should be free.

We will find you anywhere Citizen.

There are places for your ilk, Citizen,

Recently constructed, please don't grin.

This is a very serious matter,

You must comply without this chatter.

Don't forget we're watching you Citizen!

Rise Up

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 18:46:21 GMT

By Jennifer Cecere

Are you angry? Rise up!
They are stealing your freedom away.
If you're angry, rise up.
We have a chance if you do it today!
They have stolen elections,
Lowered your wage, inflation is on the rise.
Rise up! Rise up!
Or the fat cats will be our demise.

Had enough yet?
Rise up!
Honor the ones who have died
They gave their lies free,
For you and for me.
Rise up!

Are you angry? Rise up!
Our children are dying for oil.
If you're angry, rise up!
Don't let your freedom be spoiled.
They have lied for their ends,
And the truth is they spend what we need for the hungry
on war.
Rise up! Rise up!
Our nation will soon be no more.

Had enough yet? Rise up!
Does the patriot act make your blood boil?
They seize liberties,
We are no longer free.
Rise up!

Pay attention!
Rise up!
We're destroying the air that we breathe.
You should be angry. Rise up!
Our planet may soon cease to be.
For we are fouling the land,
As we drive our SUV's making oil companies richer than
ever before.
Come on now, Rise up!
Our ruin is down to the core.

Does it irk you?
Rise up!
The Bill of Rights is being ignored.
The law does not apply,
To those that will lie.
Rise Up!

Don't accept it.
Rise up!
Torturing prisoners is not our way.
You should be angry.
Rise up!
As you read this it's happening today.
For years without benefit of counsel
Hundreds being held in a tiny, dirty cell, and no
charges have been brought
So rise up!
This is not a democratic line of thought.

General Hayden, Can you hear me?
Are you upset with my point of view?
Will you lock me in a cell,
Leave me there for years to dwell?
I can't let you. I must rise
up!

I am angry, I rise up!
I will block you at every given chance.
I will shout and I will sing.
I will chant and I will bring a message from the people
as I dance.
You will see me on the street, marching to a simple
beat
And you will always know I'm there.
I rise up!
For the people have the power when they dare!

Never The Same

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 18:42:00 GMT

by Jennifer Cecere

WW11

I can well recall with sadness the year that daddy went away.

He said he had a job to do but hed return someday,

But, daddy never did come home, his mistress held him fast.

Now here I am all grown up, still sad about the past.

Two years old I was then and the war had just begun.

We spent our days just waiting instead of having fun.

The nights were often blacked out with sirens ringing clear.

My fear of darkness still remains, loud noised cause me fear.

I still can see my Grandma when the telegram arrived,

To say my uncle had been shot, though he was still alive.

She cried she screamed she agonized to think about her son.

But her grief was not near over, this was only number one.

Two more wounds he suffered before the thing was through,

But the biggest grief for Grandma was the fate of number two.

Uncle Carlo was a dashing man who really got around.

We nearly lost him to his wounds, today hes wheelchair bound.

His courage is unfailing. He really does his best.

This tragedy we lived through put our family to the test.

At last the war was over but life never was the same

For afterward the scarring forever would remain.

Korea

Not too many years went by before the family men

Were carried off to Asia to fight a war again.

To ward off the old feelings, I made myself go numb.

With dread I prayed that wed be spared the news that just might come.

When it was finally over I thanked God from my heart

And asked that he would never let another conflict start.

A child I was with hope and trust who really did believe

That mankind could forego war and work instead for peace.

I never dreamed Id hear the words Danang or Hamburger Hill.

But I did and all the horror lives inside me still.

Viet Nam

I was young and so in love with the man who went to fight.

I fretted all the day and often through the night.

My dry shoes caused me guilt, my warm meals caused me pain.

I wanted for my lover to be blessed with all the same.

I wanted him to have a bed to lay his body down.

A place with nice warm showers and no bullets flying round.

It made me sad and miserable to know he suffered so.

And I often wished inside my heart it had been me to go.

For two long years I worried, I cried but carried on

Writing letter after letter while the time dragged on so long.

I prayed each day no telegram would come to say he died.

Instead I died daily, just a little bit inside.

And then one day my lover once again was by my side.

But, alas, to my amazement he had truly died.

Just a shell that looked quite like him was all that now remained,

And the truth was once again my life would never be the same.

A kind and caring man had been sent to Viet Nam.

The shell that now replaced him only filled me with alarm.

He was callous even cruel, the caring was not there.

His smile too was missing, in its place a vacant stare.

The man who once was patient now exploded into rage.

With his violent expressions, I could fill another page.

For two hard years I struggled to keep my love alive.

Finally in defeat, I put it all aside.

For eight more years I grieved my loss and vowed to stay alone.

To find new meaning for my life, a meaning all my own.

Dessert Storm

Eighteen years went by , some were happy, some were sad.

I came to terms with loneliness and thought it wasnt bad.

I even learned to like it and then the day arrived,

When loving seemed quite safe again so I let someone inside.

A special man, a loving man and one, who loved me so,

But, he was in the navy so at times he had to go.

I thought, I can take it, Im accustomed to *alone*

So many times hes come and gone and left me on my own.

I managed to survive two years of part time couple hood.

The times we were together were inordinately good.

But, now the threat of war again hovers overhead.

My husband has been taken and its filling me with dread.

I miss him and I worry. I am frightened once again.

And I ask myself in silence, Will life ever be the same?

The Sale

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 18:35:56 GMT

By Jennifer Cecere

I represent a company of stature,

In this world the only one of its kind.

The largest and the greatest so they tell me.

Please keep my employers name in mind.

Uncle Sam is the company that pays me.

The capacity of salesman is my lot.

Next month Ill be up for promotion

if the most in contract sales is what Ive got.

Ive an item here to sell, I know youll love it.

I have sold it to so many folks like you.

They all seem satisfied with this product.

I feel certain I can make you think so too.

The item that I offer is called Freedom.

A special brand of Freedom you will see.

Its Uncle Sams own brand, the very best kind.

I will demonstrate it, watch me carefully.

I was one of the first purchasers of this brand.

As you can see I have no chains or strings on me.

But I believe all Uncle Sam has taught me.

He reared me from a pup so lovingly.

Uncle Sam has made it easy life to cope with

For hes given me his thoughts in place of mine.

When in doubt I need but stop and let him whisper,

Then I do as he directs and all is fine.

You see this is how it works, my uncles freedom.

It relieves me of the need to be me.

Why be bothered with the trouble of thinking

When Uncle Sam as mapped it out painstakingly.

His plan removes the need to make decisions

Consequently possibility of error,

Making life a carefree game that doesnt matter.

Is something wrong? I see on you a look of terror.

Does it worry you to cast aside lifes problems?

Are you fearful of what you might cease to be?

Dont worry friend, I wouldnt steer you wrong now,

Uncle Sam would not allow it. Look at me.

I met a few like you who wouldnt purchase.

In fearfulness theyd argue and theyd say,

I refuse to forfeit my own powers of reason.

It is sad but they regret it to this day.

Ill say simply then continue with my sales pitch,

Uncle Sam was sore displeased with their intentions.

To break down our sameness was their plan.

Enough of them, the price is still not mentioned.

Yes, Ill tell you of the price Freedom will cost you,

For Uncle Sam has instructed me.

We simply feel beforehand you should know it,

After all is it important we agree.

In order to unload lifes dreary thinking

And accept my Uncles Freedom in its stead,

You must agree to let my uncle without surgery,

Replace his thoughts for yours within your head.

One more thing is required. Yearly payments,

Outside of income tax and such as that.

And you must happily respond if you are needed.

In times of strife you may be called to bat.

Any questions? Yearly payments Oh thats easy.

There are times when other nations disagree.

They wont buy Uncle Sams brand of Freedom.

Yet our uncle wants them all to be free.

The result is always war, my poor uncle,

So we ask that you do forfeit every year,

The life or the limb of a loved one.

It need not be a relative, a friend thats dear.

Oftentimes folks run short of relatives.

So to make it easy on the ones that do,

And in order to ensure yearly payments,

Any precious, close, dear friend will do.

Oh and yes! They need not die in the melee.

Uncle Sam is not unfair you understand.

If death does not occur he will consider,

An arm, a leg, a hand.

So you see its really all very simple.

And I hope that I have made it very clear.

Uncle Sam has in mind your best interest.

Heres my pen, please sign right here.

Sir, Im holding out my pen, wont you take it?

Well then, Im forced to tell you the news.

There is a new law in effect as of this morning.

It is compulsory, you cannot refuse.

It is essential that we all are in agreement.

It is the most important part of Freedoms plan.

If you refuse then more are bound to follow.

You must become like every other man.

If you dont pick up that pen and sign that contract

I must stamp upon your forehead LIBERAL!

Then in every place you go, you will be target,

Of free men who may cast their stones at will.

Surely you will not abide your own destruction.

Dont you want the safety numbers have to give?

I do not understand your refusal.

A relative, a friend, so what, youll live.

You seem like such a likeable young person

So Ill give you one last chance to sign

And if you refuse this time,

The guilt for your fate cannot be mine.

Alright, have it your way, I will stamp you.

There its done, youre now one of them who dares

And like all the fools thus labeled throughout history

Youll be laughing as I descend those stairs.

What is it makes them laugh I always wonder.

Its their lives, their very futures they have canned.

They could have saved it all by simply signing.

Yet they laugh and I will never understand.

Uncle Sam keeps telling me I mustnt worry.

Its unfree to come to him with such sad tales.

Then he tells me Ive done well and pats my shoulder.

And we smile and gaily total the days sales