NEW BOOK, NEW POEM!

Doc’s new book has a new poem to go with it.  Here it is: 

Rock Splitting Politics—the Poem

 When the earth cracks

And volcanoes spit fireballs

When the Status Quo taste political attacks

Then Humpty-Dumpty politicians tip and fall

Political careers cracked beyond repair

Become scrambled Humpty-Dumpties in despair.

Rock Splitting Politics have come

Past political knots are undone

Just as Shakespeare used falling stars

      foreshadowing great events to come

The Tea Party shall rise to sing songs never sung

And buffaloes will give birth in the spring

Singing, “Something’s happening here.”

For some it won’t be exactly clear.

But in the end, the transformation will be complete.

Conservatives, come: take your seats. 

 

 

 

Poems in the Spring of 2010 by Ed Holliday 

LET THE TEA FLOW LIKE A MIGHTY STREAM

Like the midnight ride of Paul Revere

The Tea Partiers have gathered here

To send their message loud and clear,

“Tyranny is coming Tyranny is coming!

Go warn all citizens far and near.

This year everyone must vote

Because we are all in the same boat

And the far left is drilling holes in our hull

And if you don’t want America to sink

If you don’t want us to be brought to the brink

Then rally your neighbors and friends

Rally your churches and your kin

Call out, “All hands on deck!”

We hear Limbaugh, Hannity, and Beck

Levine, O’Reilly, and all the radio right

But it is WE THE PEOPLE who are the knights

In shining armor rushing to the fight

Do not go gentle into this good night

No, like John Paul Jones

Let us declare that we have just begun to fight!

Remember in November is our battle cry

We will not forget when our leaders lie

Because truth crushed to the earth shall rise again

Tea Partiers forward march we have a victory to win!!

THE FALL CALL IN 2010

Remember in November we must all stick together

Even though there may be some stormy weather

Patriots must stick together NO MATTER WHAT

Because we can smell our congress starting to rot

The kickbacks and the payoffs and the great big lies

Leave our leaders in congress with no alibis

The voters are the judge and the jury

Come November we will deliver our sound and fury!

We must motivate everyone that we can muster

Because Pelosi and Reid have the arrogance of General Custer

And as patriots and tea partiers gather over this land

May November be remembered as the socialists’ last stand

To the constitution we will remain true

We fly the colors red white and blue

Though some may call us a motley crew

We don’t drink Pelosi’s punch or Obama’s brew

We stay away from the poisoned Kool-aid

We know when the numbers are fake

And for heaven’s sake, we shall shake

The very foundations of our nation

Like a political earthquake

Because the tea party numbers do add up

The patriots gathering are on the up and up

It’s our congress that has grown corrupt

It’s their arrogance that stirs us up

And from sea to shining sea

American Patriots are going to dump congress

Like the Sons of Liberty dumped the tea in 1773!!

The following are poems supplied by patriots in the movement to rid our Congress of members who are drunk on the punch of financial irresponsibility!  If you or anyone you know would like to have tea party poems posted here please go to our sign-up page and place your poems or an e-mail address in the comments section.  Thanks to the patriots who are sending in the creative verses. 

  TEA PARTY 2009

                             By Marilyn Breedlove

                                                                                   April 15, 2009

Like the original Tea Party in December, 1773,

We are here to protest what’s being done to you and to me.

Another TEA Party is why we’ve come together today,

And Taxed Enough Already is once again what we want to say.

As we see our freedoms being taken away one by one,

We know our fight to end this tyranny has only just begun.

Soon our deficit will be in the trillions- too large to comprehend.

But if we stand by and do nothing, we fear there will never be an end. 

Our future generations we are bankrupting now.

We must speak out for this we cannot continue to allow.

This is not a protest of any one party or man.

It is a rally to take back our freedoms the best we can.

Nobody else can we rely on to set us free.

Each one of us must control our own destiny.

We feel our leaders have failed us as a whole,

And from us so many of our liberties they stole.

Too long we have stood by while our freedoms were denied.

But we are standing up now and there are many on our side.

Our love for our country is too great to let this go on any longer.

Too many have fought and died to make this nation stronger.

So, we all come together today all across this great land.

From all backgrounds and beliefs, now united we stand.

With God as our helper, and the Constitution our creed.

The price is too great to be defeated.  We must succeed!!

 

 

INDEPENDENCE DAY

By:  Marilyn Breedlove-July 4, 2009

 

Today on our Independence Day, the Fourth of July,

I feel so proud to be an American; it’s hard not to cry.

Have you ever thought about what you’d give to be free,

if you weren’t so blessed to live in this great land?

Would you give your life, your fortune,

or at least be willing to take a stand?

So many in this world have no idea what it’s like to be free.

People are dying in the streets of Iran just for a chance to live like you and me.

In America we take so much for granted, not thinking of others here on this earth.

We never stop to give thanks and realize just how much our freedom’s worth.

For just a moment, I’d like to pause and ask God to forgive us for our selfish hearts.

I want to pledge to you, Lord, this is the day that within me a new determination starts.

With your help I’ll remember always to be grateful for our blessings and our liberty.

For it’s only by your grace and longsuffering that we’re so privileged to still be free.

I don’t know what I can do to help those who are so bravely sacrificing for what we have,

Or how to show my gratitude for being so blessed.

All I know to do is pray and try to make a difference,

Then leave to You the rest.

Those who fight and die for freedom across the globe

 are not just numbers or some distant others.

They are who we once were 200 years ago;

For this cause, they are our sisters and brothers.

So on this Independence Day, dear God, please be with those on a distant shore.

But be with America too, Lord. For we need your touch as never before.

 excerpt from the book Freedom

by Ed Holliday

Hear ye, hear ye!  From whence I stand

I’ll proclaim Freedom throughout the land!

No words I speak shall place me in a tyrant’s jail,

The words I choose are mine to yell.

What does the Constitution to us bring?

Liberty, liberty and let it ring!

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Another poem written by Ed Holliday in the 3rd week of September 2001

Unlikely Heroes—-Rave, Rave!!

It was not unlike

Washington crossing the Delaware,

Or John Paul Jones declaring

“I have not yet begun to fight!”

It was not unlike the night

When Francis Scott Key penned the “Star Spangled Banner.”

And it was not unlike the bravery we saw at Gettysburg—

None better than our Chamberlain and the Twentieth Maine

Or the bravery of T.R. charging up San Juan Hill.

We can hear him still,

“Bully!” and again I say, “Bully!”

It was not unlike the courage shown

By those who moved forward beneath the flag

Amid the screams from the seared lungs and burned eyes—

Victims of the yellow gas.

Or the courage found on Omaha Beach

When boys became men who became heroes proved.

It was not unlike those at Inchon and Khe Sanh—

All the way to Kuwait, when duty called

All gave some and some gave all.

YOURS was FREEDOM’S first victory

In the twenty-first century.

Oh, though, so bittersweet.  With “jubilant feet”

You responded to “the trumpet that shall never call retreat.”

No one asked you to fight for freedom—

It was in your blood to ring the Liberty Bell!

The sounding gonging I’m sure

For the murderers to endure

During their virgin-free eternity in hell.

Now, when I rise before the break of day

And search the starry night,

I ponder until the dawn’s early light

Shoots forward the colors red, white, and blue

And then Todd Beamer, I remember you—

And your heroic crew.

God bless flight ninety-three.

God bless America—let the world rave, rave,

For the land of the free,

And the home of the brave!!