I CRY ALONE
I cry myself to sleep. The darkness comes and I still weep. Long for you to keep me strong. Instead I cry and cry alone with no one to call my own. I thought this love would last. Now I’m left with empty shadows of the past.
It’s hard for me to face there will never be a trace. You just faded into space. You’re gone, and I must try to go on. Still I cry and cry alone with no one to call my own.
I know you will never return no matter how much I yearn. A candle burns in the window. It shows my love for you will always be real. I feel you in the still of the night. Your arms around me holding tight. You were right here and took away the darkness and silent fears. Now there’s no one to wipe my tears.
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Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
Poetic Rhetoric
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The rest of this tender piece reminds us all how often we cry alone when a loved one has passed on. This rhyming story will be offered for sale shortly.
Posted by admin on November 5, 2009 under New Work | 
REPUBLICANS VS. DEMOCRATS
Republicans are those loud fat rats while Democrats yell like some lean screaming cats. Both sides are always on the attack. Politicians are sweet as honey trying to get our tax money. Republicans and Democrats lead our nation by delegation. They love gala events and celebrations. Give them a crowd and they’ll shout their issues out loud. Candidates campaign to attain fame and the presidential name. It’s nothing but one big political game. As election time grows near crowds cheer and watch debate after debate on who will be selected as the presidential candidate. Politicians defend their positions hoping to gain public recognition. Each candidate makes all kinds of promises and concessions in order to get their name into the presidential election. Once voted into office a President becomes the boss over the masses and runs our armed forces.
Is the Democrat’s plan on universal health care for every American fair-and-square? Republicans want to reform the tax code so more health care dollars go into taxpayers’ wallets. Most Americans are aware that 45 million people including illegal aliens do not have health insurance and therefore cannot afford the best medical care. Many individuals and families have to rely on the government’s Medicaid to survive. Seniors pay their share to Medicare as premiums and deductibles are raised each year. The elderly on fixed incomes pay a monthly drug fee and the prescriptions are not free. This hefty co-pay takes money away from seniors that have saved for a rainy day. Blame our elected officials on Capitol Hill that seniors pay steep drug bills. Politicians hem and haw while seniors are left with these Medicare flaws.
The $250 Medicare drug coverage gap referred to as the “donut hole” that affects 50 million senior citizens will be covered under the new Health-Care bill.
On Tuesday, March 23, 2010 President Obama signs the historic $940 billion dollar Health-Care bill that passed the Senate and House on Capitol Hill. It’s the largest legislation since Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security. The bill raises new taxes, fines and penalties on every American citizen that does not purchase a health insurance policy.
The job stimulus package never worked for over ten million people are out of work with no perks. Pensions are a thing of the past. Workers worry that their jobs won’t last. Everyone wonders how many companies and banks will go under. There’s a lot of political clout behind the $787 billion recently revised $814 billion dollar bailout. Taxpayers shout for they have their doubts. Who knows how much tax dough all of us will have to pay through the nose. It’s no surprise that the deficit continues to rise. Politicians play the “blame game.” Shame on them to think they can pull the wool over our eyes with a trail of lies. The inexcusable greedy sneaky cheats of Wall Street. They have become “big fat cows” while investors need a “crying towel.” The government should officially order the ousted CEOs of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac return a portion of their million dollar salaries to go right back into the taxpayers’ lap. Let’s not appease the Wall Street thieves and every CEO on the “fat payroll.”
On Thursday, March 18, 2010, President Obama signs $17.6 billion dollar stimulating private-sector job creation bill that’s been passed by the Senate and House on Capitol Hill.
On Wednesday, June 21, 2010 President Obama signed into law financial reform guarding taxpayers against future bank bailouts and new rules for Wall Street companies.
The economy remains in a slump, more workers are getting dumped, pump prices plump, and the housing market is still lousy. Will Americans see an energy policy on coal, nuclear, solar, wind power and oil drilling? Our government has to stop buying oil from Middle Eastern countries. We are now a nation of service industry workers as major manufacturing has gone overseas. America needs to reform its foreign policy to benefit the people of this country. The complexity of nuclear war is upon us more and more. Look at the World Trade Center and Pentagon devastation. Is Homeland Security doing their best to protect our nation? Let us pray that these fanatical terrorists do not cause our ruination. Americans have to stand up and fight for their rights.
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Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
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(The Slumping Economy)
Posted by twood on November 8, 2009 under Political Satire |
MISS NAUGHTY HAUGHTY
I might be Miss Naughty, but I’m still damn haughty. Love to shake my ass, live hard and fast. I’ve got no class, but I ain’t some piece of trash. I’m a girl lookin’ for ritzy diamonds and pearls. Take me for a ride on the wild side. I live in the fast lane. Man, I’ll drive you insane. That’s why they call me the naughty haughty dame.
It’s plain to see somebody’s gotta treat me real nice like sugar and spice. Hit me, hit me twice. Entice my life. Strike it, strike it right and I’ll invite you in tonight. So let’s make love and hold me tight. Man, don’t you dare get out of my sight.
People say I’m gaudy, but I’m just Miss Naughty Haughty. Nothing but the best for this girl. Shower me with ritzy diamonds and pearls. Treat me cheap and man you’ll land your ass on the street. Miss Naughty Haughty is sharp and sleek. I’m pretty unique. I’ll show you how to reach my peak. Just grab me right between the sheets for a real good treat.
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Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
“Sexual pleasure can never be measured”
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“Miss Naughty Haughty” will be available for sale shortly.
Posted by twood on November 12, 2009 under Sexy Time Rhymes |
SAD LITTLE GIRL
Wake up, wake up sad little girl and take a look at this beautiful world. There’s so much to live for instead you wallow more and more while a mother’s heart endures.
Oh sad, sad little girl why are you always in a turmoil? Mother misses you so more than you’ll ever know.
Why can’t you understand the past is gone? You must erase all the wrong. Try to be strong. Mother yearns for her little girl to return. I miss your hugs and kisses.
The emptiness I feel is very real. You will always be the apple of my eye. Wish you were right here by my side. Sorry there wasn’t another way. All I can do is hope and pray each day that you’re okay.
Oh sad, sad little girl why are you always in a turmoil? Mother misses you so more than you’ll ever know.
© Copyright 2010
Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
Poetic Love (Little Girl Lost)
True rhyming story
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Stay tuned to the rest of this heartbreaking true story of a mother-daughter relationship lost in time. Francke rhymes the darkest years in tears.
Posted by twood on November 17, 2009 under Love Time Rhymes |
FREEDOM QUIZ
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F Who were the “Founding Fathers” of our country?
R Who made the first American flag?
E Name the English colonists that settled in America?
E What was the year and place the English colonists settled?
D Important Doctrine – First ten Amendments to our Constitution?
O The first high ranking officer elected President of the U.S?
M Former U.S. President? Last name initial “M” ends in “N”
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You don’t have to be a “whiz kid” to solve the Freedom Quiz. Can’t figure out simple U.S. history, purchase the animated “Statue of Liberty Cheat Sheet” which will be available shortly.
Posted by admin on November 19, 2009 under Freedom Quiz(Lady Liberty CheatSheet) |
DREAM SCENE
Get on the scene and start living your dream. Stop sitting around with a big frown. Play the part. You’re a work of art. Get ready to shout or scream. Head to the scene. You’ve got to try. Have to survive. Keep your head above water. Get things in order. You’re too damn strong for anything to go wrong. You don’t want to grow old before putting a show on the road. Daring and raring to go! You’re a hard-working artist.
They said I couldn’t do it. I’ll give a good sales pitch. I’m gonna strike it rich. Racked my brain to get some fame. Call and call till I fall. They say I’m small, but I sure stand tall.
I’ll go to Public Relations. Hope to be a big sensation. Hello, what’s your name? I’m not ashamed. No way am I gonna wane. Gimme a glance. Take a chance. Introduce me to the crowd. I’m proud. I’ll put on a pair of jeans and get on the scene. Slip on some sneakers. I’m not gonna weaken.
People swarm to 42nd Street. Hear the beat? It’s damn neat. Do some Rap. Everybody claps. Won’t hesitate, I’ll be great. Made a big splash, not gonna crash. It’s gotta last. Won’t die. Will survive and satisfy. Why should I be sad? Gonna be glad, glad, glad.
Never give up on your dreams no matter how difficult life seems. Don’t stop even if you flop. Want the limelight. What’s in sight? Who knows, but gotta fight with all your might. Up half the night. Not gonna be crude or rude. Got determination, not termination.
Live for the day when I can say hurray. Hey, I did it my way. So get on the scene and start living your dream.
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Lyrics created by (Francke) the Yankee
Poetic Rap
May all your dreams come true
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The rest of “Dream Scene” a new piece by Francke will be offered for sale shortly.
Posted by twood on November 30, 2009 under Dream Scene, Poetic Rap |
