I am a better poet than Al Gore

I think that I am a better poet than Al Gore he just wrote a new book of nonsense and put a poem at the end of it.
Here is Al Gore's poem:

One thin September soon

A floating continent disappears

In midnight sun

Vapors rise as

Fever settles on an acid sea

Neptune's bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain

Ice fathers floods for a season

A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched

Kindling is placed in the forest

For the lightning's celebration

Unknown creatures

Take their leave, unmourned

Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends

The bell of the city

On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries

The hour of choosing has arrived

Here are your tools

The inspiration for his poem is what he sees as the blight of the human race on the planet, we must not progress and prosper using the resources of the earth and create wealth and improve our standard of living. He doesn't believe that God made the earth for man to be fruitful and multiply.

My poem was inspired by the way Obama, Reid and Pelosie are trying to make us submit to their dishonest, despicable, destructive sociologist agenda. Now that they think they have absolute power and their structure firmly in place through all the intelligentsia infrastructure.

Under cover of darkness in the middle of the night they made up their rules out of our sight.

Now it’s begun it has to be done and we’ll have to like it and not try to fight it, they know what we need we must follow their lead

Forget the way it used to be now that freedom means getting things for free.

Old forms and traditions need new definitions history’s heroes have been turned into zeros their struggles and deeds now reported as greed.

And marriage no longer a man and his wife joining together producing new life, that’s called discrimination against the gay rights proclamation.

Now all that is human is seen as pollution harming the Earth they’ll make us pay what its worth.

They say, “just relax it’s just a small tax we know better than you our presumptions are true. You know you should trust us we determine the justice.”

They assure us that they will provide for our health pretending that they are protecting our wealth, but they’re taking us hostage and our children in bondage

Expanding the debt with little regret making deals being chummy with other people’s money paying off special interest that’s political incest.

They think we won’t notice they ignore our protests they think we won’t fight to recover our rights they’ve made a mistake freedom is not theirs to take.

Let us join and make a pact to take our country back for the solution read the Constitution.


Of course I will never get a Nobel Prize or any acclaim that I'm wiser than Al Gore is really a shame.

Christmas Lights

I have always enjoyed Christmas lights. As a little child I would look out my bedroom window at the lights on the all the houses down the street. We lived in a corner house and through my bedroom window I could see two streets, the lights went on passed my view and I imagined that they went on forever.

All the unbelievably stupid, evil and dangerous things the Obama administration is trying to do to this country, I don't think I can come up with a word to describe it. My step-son asked me why I would torture myself watching and reading and listening to all this stuff? The only answer I could come up with is that this kind of stuff that has long been hidden away and going on in secret is now being revealed. The perversion of power by the godless elite is causing a great awakening. And as the darkness closes in I can look down the street at the lights turning on. Which reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I have only written a few poems that I thought were good, one was Life Myth that I posted previously on this blog, another one is Christmas Lights.

Christmas lights in the night
Twinkling bright, a delightful sight
Stores decked out in red and green
Bell-ringers with kettles on the scene

All this bustle and activity
customs recalling the nativity
of One so great who became so small
who can comprehend it all?

The world was changed by this single birth
Who can estimate the worth?

The life He lived and what He taught
No one can point to a single fault

That is why He came to die
to take the place of our wretched race

Then He showed by His resurrection
A future for us with His perfection

One life that changes lives without number
Who all respond with awe and wonder

And shine in the night like Christmas lights
Twinkling bright, a delightful sight

SNL Off The Mark On Obama

I don't watch Saturday Night Live. I use to watch it back in the day, it could be really funny and it has launched the careers of numerous very talented comedians (my distant vicarious brush with SNL fame was that my late husband lived about 4 houses down the street from Bill Murray's family home in Wilmette IL). I was really turned off from SNL sometime in the mid eighties when they did a skit with Burt Reynolds. The skit was about a couple awestruck by Reynolds celebrity and giving him their two teenage daughters! Now that's a knee slapper!?

I have seen some of their political skits, some politicians they could do better than others. I don't think the guy who impersonates Obama has quite captured him. The skit that SNL did the other night about his non-accomplishments was a little off the mark. I think that most of the SNL cast and writers should be happy with his accomplishments so far.

They shouldn't be to hard on him for not closing down Gitmo. He stopped the inhumane treatment of terrorists and even had some sent to the beautiful beaches of Bermuda. Rich Hollywood liberals don't really care about anything but their kind of social agenda anyway. With this they should be happy with the President, look at the people he has appointed to places of influence.

Take for example Kevin Jennings the Office of Safe Schools. Why does this position exist in the first place? To make schools safe from kids who plan to shoot up the school? From gangs? From drugs? From sexual predators? Oh, I'm sorry all sex is safe as long as you use a condom as Mr. Jennings told a fifteen year old student who had confided in him that an older man was having sex with him.

And there is the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission appointment, Chai Feldblum that should make the social intelligentsia as proud as punch.This woman enthusiastically indorses same sex marriage in fact all kinds of marriage is great with her like polygamy. Its all good because all sex is good. Whats really important is to change the "American work place and revolutionize social mores".

I may be mistaken but I thought we already had "the sexual revolution" as is evident by the wide spread epidemic of sexually transmitted diseases and out of wedlock pregnancy. What social mores is she thinking about?

Life Myth

I met my husband on-line, on the Christian Cafe. On his profile he said he was a writer so I sent him this poem. It's called Life Myth.

Billions of years ago, the text books say, just the right chemicals got together in just the right way; and life came about in the salty sea..... but wait!

There could have been no free oxygen floating around or else amino acids couldn't be bound,
together in just the right way to form simple DNA.

There had to have been an atmosphere of methane, ammonia and hydrogen, they say, and water vapor and lightning to strike to make molecules line up right.

A fortuitous spark that made the start of the simple cell that we know so well.

A cell so simple that would explain how it evolved into the brain of the scientist who thought up this myth that would prevail in the text books teaching all to see the simple way life came to be.

I hope no one will take offense, but I just don't see any evidence that life is simple in any way or that it could have come about like the text books say.

Whatever your opinion of this poem, the paper and pen couldn't do it alone.

My Brother's Keeper

Politicians, preachers and pundits have long used the expression "my brother's keeper" as a persuasive for social involvement. But they don't understand what this expression means except that it is from the Bible which gives it an authority (No other book is used in this way).

"Am I my brother’s keeper?" Were the words of the first murderer. Cain, Adam and Eve’s first son, killed his brother Abel because he was jealous of him. And God, who of course knew what he had done, asked Cain, “Where is your brother?” And Cain mouthed off to the Almighty and said, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

President Obama likes to say “I am my brother’s keeper and my sister’s keeper”. He thinks that is a good and noble thing, to keep and provide for people. Cain was the ultimate keeper of Abel; he kept him from living! I don’t want the president to be my keeper.