Becoming A President

I saw the list of requirement for becoming president in the
USA
and I never expected that becoming a president would not require more stringent
qualifications. The good about this is that anyone can seek legitimately to
become president; the bad thing is that anyone can seek legitimately to become
president too. Hopefully, the forces of good and fair democracy will elect the
most required candidate. Now, if only we can make requirements our needs

  

Becoming A President   Barack Obama left his trail; Emulate it and you can never fail Careful steps along the way Obama played it cool that’s why he’s president today Men on their way to becoming a president will know It’s important to have a clean record to show Not just the Birth Certificate but a list of things Got to have charisma, nerves of steel and the leverage good support brings   A skeleton free closet, thick skin, you must be 35 years or more   Prospects must have lived at least 14 years in the US and never served before Requirements for becoming president don’t indicate Education, wide knowledge, good family ties or ability to debate So few are the qualifications for becoming president but we know It’s important to have lots of good qualities because it’s no pony show Do not think of being President if you can’t rise above men Equaling their morals and standards are not enough my friend Nominations should narrow the candidates and throw the phonies away  There is much required of you on Becoming A President in the great USA   See the Book Path to the White House on becoming a president Or Vist the Blog Becoming A President

My Name Is Michael Western

I have been writing but not posting my recent poems, the pressure of Christmas seems to have gotten to me. Today however I must make an exception since it is a very important date for a very important person. I sent it off to her and she loved it. Now that is the kind of reaction that warms a person’s heart. This poem may not have great significance to you but to her it was “awesome”

 

My Name Is Michael Western   Movies can be a favorite pass time You’ll get pleasure from men fighting crime   Not just cops but lawyers and now Burn Notice men too Any one suddenly cut from their undercover agency do Michael Western specializes in making wrongs right   Evildoers are demolished with his cunning and might     In the new TV series he changes personalities Switching in to roles that require his expertise   My sister is generally equaled to shifting roles I see her become doctor, carpenter, driller of holes Caring for family and strangers for pets purposely  Her favorites are the family dogs but she  Accepts the neighborhood cats like Ginger and the rest Every action is unselfish and nothing done with protest Love and assertive Christian values make her with no doubt   When a crisis steps in she will jump to put the fire out Every time she can be counted on to be first at your door She gives her all and will give a whole lot more To help you if conditions allowed and so like the spy Every wrong she will fight to right, she will certainly try Rest will come easier when she is in your corner No MacGyver or Michael Western is any where better

Did You See Him

What a glorious era this is when technology allows you to see what is going live for miles and miles away. When my friend called me and I saw her new born baby, it was as if I was there with her and her husband, in the same room, sharing their joy. I’ll plant a Rose and keep it for him

 

Did You See Him   Did you see their little baby In arms resting peaceably Delightfully sweet, did you, see?   You see how with experience he stayed On mommy’s bosom and quietly laid Unconcern of troubles, not yet afraid   See too his beautiful lips and chin Eyes not yet debuting and sun not yet on skin Enjoying being on the outside where kisses and embraces begin   He is the center of attraction, the  apple of the eye Incredible bundle of joy in this little guy Mikko is a blessing, Did You See Him, their gift from on high

Paula Hinds

I was privileged to hear her sing recently and although it was not at the kind of event that I would have been looking for talent, I totally enjoyed her singing. I came away believing that she sings better than one of the classical greats that my family often compares here to.  Today we celebrate her birthday and I wish her the very best.

 

Paula Hinds   Pure in voice and personality An angel who sings to God’s glory Unbelievable but if you can hear  Lyrics sung beyond compare And when she sings harps play   Her voice echoes them in a melodious way I know it’s a gift Lord and she does too Never refusing to use it for service to you Delighting your ears as she makes her joyful noise She has a blessing which your people enjoys

And Mikko Makes Three

So happy, so proud and so tired. The couple welcomes their first child, a baby boy who was here after 40 minutes of delivery time. She had a beautiful and blessed pregnancy which resulted from a wonderful union. The labor was similarly blessed and now this child that arrived on Thursday November 11, 2010 at 7:58am weighing 7lbs 7ozs and measuring 19.5 ins.

 

And Mikko Makes Three   A proud father he is today Now God’s miracle and all is okay Divine Father blessed them with this little boy   Mikko he will me called and his life they’ll enjoy It is expected that he will keep them up nights late Keep them changing and feeding him but it will be great Kind Father entrusted them with his little soul On them to turn to, his troubles they will console   Mend bruises and treat insect bites Assist him with studies and keep him from fights Knees he will be taught are used to pray Earnest praises to the Lord and to thank him each day So many responsibilities come in so little a package   Turned up at 7:58am, 7lb 7oz. with obvious lineage He looks like his dad although measuring inches 19.5 Really small by comparison but in time he will thrive Eventually will be taller than his mom, may be dad too Enjoy your baby boy Mikko and know God loves you

The Rihanna Haters

I haven’t written to this blog in a while, but I think the writer of the blog either. It seems like facebook is the new play toy for most to vent your views and amass support. Blogs still offer some freedoms that to accomplish on facebook thy will not be consider freedoms. I am still learning how to creating effective pages! 

 

The Rihanna Haters   Tattoos! OMG! [mine-Oh My Goodness] Good Girl Gone Bad Hair styles galore, wha wrong wid the one she had Every outfit getting skimpier, wha wrong wid she   Robyn lost she focus! Or have we? It didn’t matter to me what she wore Her schedule was planned months before And she broke engagements to be in Bim No matter what the cost she paid her respects to him Not showing up would have been understandable to me And to have shown up says she’s a special celebrity   Having the care to put everything scheduled on hold And the power to do it, so she controlled Them all to be here, to say farewell Every hater focused on dress, bag, hat but from what I can tell Rihanna came wearing empathy, a sense of national lost and grief She was focused where you ought to have been, that’s my belief

Laura Gauss

I tried my Bajan because I know how much you must miss hearing and reading the Bajan vernacular. Remember how much fun you got from all the local artistes here and some of the region’s best too. Well I am far from good but  I think I am a little better that the foreigners that you now live among, may be you are specking like them

 

Laura Gauss   Look I thought you did gine keep in touch And thee years gone an I ‘aint hear you much Until I can hear you again Rest assure you automatically stop aging Automatically stop getting old   Got to hear you again and until then yah age on hold Ah wannah celebrate but you still is 25 Unable now to determine how long you’d been alive So try and keep in touch ‘cause I doan know wha tah say Should be 30,35,40 wha evah, have a Happy Birthday!   See your Card

A Bud On Her Rose Vines

Oh what excitement, what good news. God has once more smiled upon us and has given our sister a glorious baby with his kind mercy. Today she delivered a miracle of love, kept all okay and now is prepared to continue with her new family. I pray God’s continued blessings upon them  

 

A Bud On Her Rose Vines   Along the flower garden were the rose vines   Beautifully organized in perfect lines Unmatched arrangements in shades of green Did not notice recent changes, hadn’t yet seen   On one of the roses was a sure sign Nature did the usual blessing and we did find   Her beautiful miniature blossom there on a tree Every flower that was around waited to see Ready for a safe opening and taking more time than all   Red little blossom was determined for its curtain call On Sunday gone we awoke expecting it then Signs were unclear but still we waited for when Eyes and ears will at last meet but it wasn’t then to be   Very expected was the blossom’s arrival, all wanted to see It wasn’t until Thursday the blossom showed a piece of heaven Night gone Morning awoke and after taking forty at 7:58, 7lbs 7 Everything was as pretty and as beautiful as the Lord said it would be      Sunshine, a beautiful blossom, a day’s miracle and God smiling at me

Reflection – Death

I want to reflect on death for a moment. The fact is that although the body passes on there are certain things of individuals that will stay with us. These may be simple things like the way they open a can, or sat in a specific chair. Sometimes they leave with us methods that we use all of our lives, like recipes or how to bring the car in the garage. When a person dies simple but very important things live on.

 

Reflection   Remember me when I am gone Even though my body left my spirit lives on Forget the trivial, they can pass away Let the more precious memories we shared stay Encourage the thought that a part of me remained Carry on the models I casted and the methods I trained The steps where I cut paths to be followed I tried to build you foundations and never wallowed On my laurels because the examples I wanted to set Now that I’ve gone these parts of me you must never forget

His Dash For Me

You may know of the DASH that separates our date of birth and our death on our tombstone and how, although it bears significance, is treated as if it is worth no more than the minus sign it resembles. A facebook friend asked that we look at the DASH again and I did

This is what  the DASH was to me

 

His Dash For Me   He was born on Christmas day In the most loving time they say So it was his destiny   David, our Prime Minister was meant to be As he was, living all his years Sharing with others and quelling fears He lived his DASH trying to impart   Family First with his generous heart Opened doors for the downtrodden men Risked all to stop Violence and Crime from spreading   My Prime Minister and yours lived his DASH fully Equal rights to all and dreamt of a Barbados with Love and Unity