The Poetry Cranny=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Political Poetry to Spark your Imagination: by William Bailey -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- When Whitewater Burst There once was a place in Arkansas Whitewater was it's name Siphoning from saving and loans That was the name of the game But things went sour and banks failed And no one would take the blame A few years later in Washington DC That was the place they came Then Whitewater burst and Bill cursed And Washington was never the same . . . . --------------------------------- The Big 3 Ring Welcome to the big three ring The greatest show on earth We have an awesome tax machine See it's massive girth There's the funny clown That juggles with our life Who's that there in the center ring The ringmaster and his wife The elephant and the donkey They walk around the ring They stop and look into the stands How much money did you bring The elephant steals a peanut The donkey kicks you down And both will fleece your pockets While they have you down Just remember now in 96 When the circus comes to town Choose wisely then for who you vote Or you may be the clown . . . . ----------------------- Smoker Blues Hey smoker trash'in our air Smok'in them fags everywhere Nicotine stains on your finger tips Remove that thing from your lips That terrible smell in your car That film on your windows, must be tar Your the reason for health care And now you'll pay, your fair share We'll need your money to foot the bill And we'll tax them things and your will But if your smokes will pay the price The bureaucrats, had better think twice We need more smokers it's plain to see For a short while lets make them free Lets get more hooked, then raise the cost For each one that quits, is money lost . . . . -------------------------------------- Whitewater Hilery and Bill are stuck in Whitewater By the looks of things it's going to get hotter Vince Foster gone a shot to the head And Hilery's health care is all but dead Cabinet members are dropping like fly's But that Bill Clinton, He really tries Bill Clinton thinks, things must get better While Hilery's working on the schreader The Clintons are screaming it's not fair But theres one thing, he really cares ------------------------------------- Soap On A Rope Gays in the military Oh what a joy Hit the showers With all the new boys When they come in How will we cope Better start using Soap on a rope Cause if your soap Slips out of hand Up from behind May be a man . . . . ------------ Moral Fabric The moral fabric of our nation Is tearing at the seams With all the killing and the drugs So many un met dreams Parents worry everyday They send there kids to school Knowing now that schools have changed Where gangs and hoodlums rule The thugs are treated with kid gloves All because we care Another chance another try Because it's only fair In the days of old we took them on In there battle zone The IRS and FBI took on the mob And captured Al Capone But were understanding and try to fill there pain I think our liberal government Will drive us all insane . . . . ------------------------ The Immigrants They cross our boarders everyday All in search of a better way The thought of freedom in there mind They leave all else behind Leaving behind family and friend All in search of a better end Do they know something we do not Or is it something we just forgot Ours is a freedom to pick and choose And it's our choice to win or lose Immigrants achieve great success While we do so much less Our only limits is in our minds Break those chains and you'll be fine . . . . ------------------------------------- Copyright 1994 William Bailey --------------------------------------------------------------------- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Selected Works by Karen Westerman =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- MY ANGEL by Karen Westerman I asked my little girl one day What she wanted to be. She thought about it a minute And then she looked at me. "An Angel" she said softly "An Angel from above So I can fly around the earth To spread my wings of love. And then when I get tired I can rest upon a cloud And keep vigil over everyone To make them very proud. An Angel is so beautiful And she lives up in Heaven". My little girl told me this When she was only seven. And then one day an angel came And took my girl away To live with GOD in Heaven Where she would always stay. I missed my little girl And thought that I would die Until one day I saw an angel Flying in the sky. I saw her looking over me As she spread her wings. And then she sat upon a cloud Below a shining ring. Now everyday I go outside And look into the sky And watch my little Angel As she goes flying by. ------------------------------ BORN TO BE FREE I saw him looking out, from behind a tree His body slim and brown, His eyes so inquisitive He didn't quite trust me, I could tell But he stood his ground and watched me, Then gave a little smell Then suddenly he turned and ran, And stopped and looked at me As if to say you can watch all you want, But I was born to be free And every day he came, He soon became my friend Eating from my hand, And playing in the wind He loved to make me chase him, Then let me give him a pat Before he took off again, To take a little nap And right before the sun went down, He would come for just a minute To let me know he was still around, And I'd better not forget it Then one day as I watied, For this little deer I heard the shot ring out, And I knew my greatest fear I found him lying on the ground, With a bullet in his head I knew as I looked at those lovely eyes, That he would soon be dead My heart was full of anger, My eyes were full of tears I couldn't understand why man, Had killed this little deer I'll never see that deer again, Standing by that tree But in my heart he'll always be, Running wild and free --------------------------------------------------------------------- RED, WHITE, AND BLUE by Karen Westerman He was only five years old, already I could tell his heart and mind were way beyond his years He looked at me that day with eyes so innocent, yet they could see so clear He hadn't seen the hatred, the casualties of war, so I didn't know how to answer when he asked "Mom, what are we fighting for?" How could I tell him what freedom meant, how could I make him see so young, that answers weren't always found with a rifle or a gun Yet I had to let him know sometimes we had to fight for things that we believed in, things we knew were right Freedom is a precious gift, so easily taken away How could a five year old realize this, what was I going to say I looked him right in the eyes that day and told him what I knew was true "Son, we're fighting for the flag we love, the stars and stripes of the red, white, and blue Many years have come and gone since that son of mine was five Now he's somewhere over the ocean fighting for our lives I pray that he will come home safe from this horrible rendezvouz and I pray that I will never forget that we're fighting for the flag we love, the stars and stripes of the red, white, and blue -------------------------------------------------------------- THE PROMISE You gave me your hand, And I gave you mine And we promised our love, Till the end of time. We looked at each other, With love in our eyes Standing so close, And feeling so shy. We vowed to each other, To always be true For better or worse, We'd see it through. You sealed our promise, With a gold wedding band That you placed on the finger, Of my left hand. Then one day you left me, For somebody new. You said it was over, And that we were through. You got a divorce, And walked out of my life To start over again, With a new wife. You stood next to her, Like you stood next to me And promised to love her, Through eternity. You sealed your promise, With a gold wedding band That you placed on the finger, Of her left hand. ------------------------------------------------- SOLDIER by Karen Westerman He went to fight for his country To protect the ones he loved To hold up for his freedom He was worthy of. He was a brave and devoted boy When he went and took his stand And when he was through with all his hell He came back a discouraged man. He fought down in the ditches And slept in the freezing cold He asw his fellow companions Die from being so bold. He came back to his country With a mangled leg from the war He found that things were different Not like they were before. No one would let him have a job Nobody seemed to care This man who had fought so valiantly To keep his country from despair. He finally took his life one day there was nothing left to live for He had given his life for the country he loved This brave and wonderful soldier. ---------------------------------------------- THE FRIEND by Karen Westerman The little boy sat In his wheelchair everyday Never taking any notice of people Or what they had to say. His eyes, they looked so vacant As if he wasn't there. It seemed as though the boy Didn't even care. He never got to run and play Like all the other boys. He couldn't even raise his hand To hold on to a toy. The children all would tease him He never had a fiend. I knew that it would take a lot To make his poor heart mend. And then one day I saw a puppy In a little town pet shop. He looked so sad and helpless I knew I had to stop. I carried him home, he was so afraid He layed in my arms and shook. I layed him in the boy's lap And then I saw him look. The eyes that once were vacant Were full of love and joy. That little bundle of puppy Was meant for this very boy. I know this boy's heart had mended And he had found a friend. And with this puppy in his lap His life could truely begin. -------------------------------- Copyright 1994 Karen Westerman ============================ # # # =========================== |