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Power

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You never changed
I, just never knew you, or what to do
You hid your negativity
Until, you started to live with me
Being pessimistic and negative
Is a genetic trait
You, should have left it at the gate
Now, it’s too late
You can, drop the disguise
I can see it, in your eyes
No need for lies
People, like you, are born pessimistic
 
So, I’ll have to be realistic
 
Find someone, optimistic
 
like me…I have to feel free
 
Thanks for making me wise
 
For, now I realize
 
People, don’t change
 
They only rearrange
 
Their way…until the day
 
They, think it’s okay
 
Your reactions, say
 
They’ve got, “the upper hand;
 
They’re feeling, grand
 
You’ll soon see, what they’ve planned
 
They’ll back, you back
 
And, back you back
 
Until, self confidence, you lack
 
No confidence, no self esteem
 
What happened, to your lifelong dream
 
Finally, When, push comes to shove
 
You realize…This is not love
© 2014 Cora J. Bouzane
 
 
 
 
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Sure Cure for Haters

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There is no such thing as hate

But wait…That causes me to hesitate

Didn’t I read about that, somewhere

I read so much and love to share

But, I’m  sure, I read that haters, hate

And never, ever close the gate

Time to  take another look

In that book

Thought I knew all I needed

So I never heeded, the rest

Wanting, only the best

In my life… No strife

Then, I would  know

Where, I’m going to go

Death wouldn’t be my foe

Always loved people

Who gave me a smile

For, they’re the ones

Who make life worthwhile

I’ve tried to smile every day

For, smiling chases cares away

Only takes a second

But sure looks good

Such a simple gesture

Can’t be misunderstood

You smile because you’re happy

And, make others happy too

You smile because you’re loving

And want others to love you

The broader your smile

The longer the mile

Between, you and the soil

We learn to smile from our mother

To show, we love one another

© 2014 Cora J. Bouzane

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Rob Ford ___The Mayor of Toronto

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Rob Ford__The Best Mayor Toronto Will Ever Have
Leave Rob Ford alone, he’s not made of stone
To watch a man, having to run

That’s not entertainment, that’s not fun,

That should not be done, to anyone

You have no right, to hound a person

Day and night

Just because, you think, you’re right…

Because, you think, we ought to know

When he puts on ‘a one man show”

He’ll never give up, he’s not a quitter

Perhaps, he’s addicted, to the glitter

He’s doing a good job,’ most everyone agrees

On his own time, he can do as, he please

You have to give him credit though

Whether, you are friend or foe

He’s not, your average Joe, a lesser man

Would have up and ran, long ago.

Now, that he’s trying to get back on track

It’s time for The Media, to cut him some slack

Instead of acting like hounds, on the attack

Rob Ford is a good Mayor…That is a fact

He messed up…’Fessed up. Then, he had to rest up

What else can he do…To please all of you

Who is paying those protesters, to act like court jesters

Loudmouth exhibitionist, using an excuse to undress
If  you can keep your head while all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
Kipling’s words have never, ever, rang more true
Seeing, such a good man as Rob
Keeping his cool. Surrounded by a mob
 
I’m not, just another, “Bleeding Heart”
 
Knew, he was a good man, right from the start
The one and only, never lonely, Rob Ford
What happened to forgiveness and all the joy, it brings
What happened to compassion and other, good things
If, you live in Toronto__Ford will help you  PRONTO

© 2014 Cora J. Bouzane

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Writeworld_OK

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Knew, you were on your way

You’d get here any day

Just,  hope and pray

That, you plan to stay

If, you don’t…That’s OK

It’s really not, but anyway

What else can I say

Hope you’re not gay

Got nothing against gay

But, God didn’t make me that way

And, that’s OK

Some things, I have to say

Used to never think this way

But, this is a different day

So…That’s OK

© 2014 Cora J. Bouzane

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Joy

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Saving money, buying more

More and more and more and more

Can’t open my door, no room on the floor

Nowhere to sit, don’t give a twit

Got everything somewhere, Just can’t find it

Times are tough, buy more stuff

People almost shutter

When, they look at all my clutter

When will I say, enough is enough

It can be done, but it would be rough

I’m not alone, of that I’m sure

Kinda’ figured out,  what’s at the core

What I want most, I can not  buy

That is joy

© 2014 Cora J. Bouzane

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Soldiers

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Soldiers
Soldiers are like arrows
They go where they are sent
Never, underestimate them
For, they are hell bent
They’re only following orders
 I’ve often heard, it said
But, once they cross, your borders
You’ll still be, just as dead
They are trained to destroy
To them, you’re a toy
You may be old and wise
And, most of them, are only boys
But, like I just said
You’ll still be just as dead
The war machine has to be fed
(c) 2014 Cora J. Bouzane