Friday, December 7, 2012

Part III. INAUGURAL POEM FOR OBAMA 2013 Explanatory Notes

Click here for An Open Letter to President Obama.

See first Part II Explanatory Notes.

***Note: I've made some edits to this posting, making it more complete.***

This next section, indicated by asterisks and squigglies (tildas--I remembered the name, yay!":
     
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represents a shift forward in time.

The brothers were bound more tightly
                                        than the many winding roads.
No matter how Great the Burden,
                                      the brothers shared their loads.
Their scars seared brightly to their skin
                                    sewn from each others’ Bondage,
Woven from great Ideas--and lapses--
                                          into canons, laws and codes.


This stanza tells of how America's place in the world changes, but our future is no less promising than before.

After the Civil War, the Great War, and Two World Wars, which tends to unify instead of polarize people of a country: “The brothers were bound more tightly than the many winding roads.” During conflict, it is often easy to measure loyalty: “No matter how Great the Burden, the brothers shared their loads.” Yet, even with women building airplanes during World War II, and Blacks fighting alongside Whites, the wounds of war, both global and at home, have a hard time healing. So long as vulnerable groups were disenfranchised, they would never truly be free, and that’s a black eye on federal and local governments who continue to allow discrimination. Thus, these black eyes, wounds, or “scars” are “seared brightly” on their skin.

If anything, after the two World Wars, America's future was at its brightest. The United States soon became the leading industrialized nation in the world.

The brothers' scars are woven from great ideas, from their lapses, i.e., periods during which their ideas were not so great. Their scars are also a result of each others' bondage. What the heck does that mean? So long as fringe groups did not enjoy the freedoms that mainstream America did, those groups aren't much better off than they were at home in a kitchen or someone else's property. And yet, from the Declaration of Independence, to the Constitution and Bill of Rights, then great ideas have made America a paradigm for law and order.

That's why Americans have faith in our future!

What’s more, women and Blacks, who fought for suffrage, vote against Gay rights, some homosexuals think that poor people should take responsibility for their own healthcare because it is not an entitlement. Hence, our scars don’t heal very well and are pretty evident because our transgressions against others, “sewn from each others’ Bondage,” is what makes our scars all the brighter.

After World War II, the ascendancy of the U.S. was pretty evident and unstoppable. The “Eastern waters” refers to the Atlantic Ocean on the East Coast of America. On the continent, the U.S. became a major player, having jumped into World War II when Great Britain was the last stronghold against Hitler in Europe. (Why do people write against “Hitler” as if World War II was fought between the Alliance and ONE person?)

The Western sea” refers to the Pacific Ocean, west of the U.S. The “lands of which our fathers sought” is the Orient. Beginning with Christopher Columbus, who underestimated the size of the Earth and thought traveling west would lead to Asia, and so many intrepid explorers who paved the way an integrated world (It’s a Small, Small World! Yup, I have this song on my MP3 player. It comes right after “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-Ay! My, Oh My, What a Wonderful Day!”)

Across the Eastern waters:
                               a New Order was deftly wrought.
Beyond the Western sea:
                        the lands of which our Fathers sought.
But finding Something in between
                                   Our forefathers stopped to rest.
Go West young man, go west,
                   was Then, and Now our greatest thought.


It was Horace Greeley who said, “Go West Young Man, Go West.” That one statement printed in the New York Tribune encapsulated everything that Americans felt about their future and destiny. People believed that the best was still yet to come, as many do now!

Horace Greeley was a liberal who was an outspoken Abolitionist. (I saw his portrait in the National Portrait Gallery that is set apart from the Smithsonian Museums and never knew the Gallery was there until a friend mentioned it.) Horace Greeley realized that the Western areas of North America had great potential for settlers and printed in his New York Tribune, “Go West young man, go west and grow up with the country.” He meant from the Midwest-ish U.S. to the Wild Wild West, e.g., California, Nevada, Oregon, which some people think are still too wild. ;-) One of my friends says that going west was hardly America’s greatest thought. I told my friend, it’s the spirit behind the adventuresome traveling. Don’t take it literally. He said, if you have to explain a poem it’s no good. Poems are made to be read, not explained. I agree. But in order to get a reader to understand perfectly, I would have to revise the poem until it turned into prose!

The next stanza focuses on the domestic scene at home. The United States, blessed with the greatest diversity of any nation in history, is a country that has to deal with a whole lot of opinions. “The brothers’ bonds stretched slowly. . .” That means some people believe that others should do as they believe, i.e., person A believes that person B must follow person’s A way. That’s when we start to clash. But person A assures it is the moral thing to do, and enacting laws for and against certain behaviors and actions, homosexual marriage, abortion, medical and recreational marijuana, the debates never end. That’s a good thing, right? But notice that we’re still one country despite a growing number of petitions to secede from the States. Some people even say that Lincoln should have let the South secede. “Yet never did they [our bonds] snap,” as we still show a united front during times that test the resilience of America.

The brothers’ bonds stretched slowly,
                                        yet never did they snap.
They flexed their newfound strength with hands
                             that drew a New World Map.
The bonds broke in striations
                                  that kept our voices taut.
Even as it seemed some voices,
                          were still helplessly entrapped.

Nation building, protecting the little guy, call it whatever you want, the U.S. has had a hand in much of the world’s political, social, economic, well everything. Hence “hands that drew a New World Map.” That is because we can by flexing America’s “newfound strength” since World War II.

Thus, one of the reasons why America's future has always been bright is because we always help each other. Remember "It's a Wonderful Life" with Jimmy Stewart? Jimmy Stewart played George Bailey, a small town guy living in Bedford Falls. George has a heart of gold--but also Jimmy Steward 'cuz everyone knows that Jimmy Stewart was the nicest guy around!--and ever since he was eight (George Bailey, not Jimmy Stewart but I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to as well), wants to go out and see the world. He never gets the chance because he's always busy helping someone else. Until he is so old (only forty-ish) that he realizes he is stuck in Bedford Falls forever.

What's the point? Even when there are bad guys like Mr. Gower (played by the great Lionel Barrymore) who bah-humbug there way through this classic Christmas story, a few greedy people cannot overcome the heart of a great guy like Jimmy Stewart, er, I mean George Bailey. That's why it's a smart investment to have faith in the future of the United States!

Yet, even as we became stronger, we became more diverse, and the bonds that keep us together also have more voices that seek representation, protection, and service. The great diversity keeps politicians and civilians alert to each other’s needs. Some say we haven’t done a good job with that, but lately, few would doubt that the voices during the recent election were not without a sense of urgency (I hope I did that double negative right.)

The voices that seem “helplessly entrapped.” That’s pretty evident. Minorities, binders full of women, the Forty-Seveners who are either lazy and demanding or hardworking and entitled. We’ve got a long way to go, and yet, like the Virginia Slims advertisement: “You’ve come a long way, baby.” The ad shows a model smoking a cigarette, something that wasn’t allowed back in the day. But now that smoking is hazardous to your health, that ad is passé, irrelevant, and misfit. Too bad, those girls were hot.

Part IV will finish the explanatory notes. Can you guess what:

on our winding road that split
                                three dozen times plus eight 

means? Send me an answer through the comments section!


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Monday, December 3, 2012

Part II. Background to Inaugural Poem for President Obama & What Should be the Title?

Click here for An Open Letter to President Obama.

***Note: The Inaugural Poem for Barack Obama (written with love) has been reformatted and revised for better rhyme, rhythm, and hopefully, enjoyment.*** 

**Once more, I have finished reformatting the inaugural poem's stanzas so that they read better. Also improved the rhythm, meter, and rhyme. The spacing converts all funky with HTML when you're not an expert. Trying to pin down the formatting, spacing (spaces, space before and after lines, between paragraphs, all very important for the look and read of a poem, I could go on for hours on spacing and love E.E. Cummings) is like trying to scratch a moving itch!**

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So far, I've received a few suggestions:

"The Road to America"
"America: Past, Present, and Future"
"I Took His Hand Because I Had Faith In Him" (lol)

Okay, so I've only got one suggestion, and it isn't so subtle as all the other inaugural titles, like: "Dedication" and "On the Pulse of the Morning", or Elizabeth Alexander's "Of History and Hope".

How about: Freedom and Fate? No, The Roads of America? Help me out here folks, referring to this as "My Inaugural Poem for B.O." is getting tiresome, or maybe it's not...

Okay, back to some background info for the rest of the poem. Now where was I...

The “road’s most uncertain bend” is the outcome of the Civil War, when our country was closest to dissolving. Lincoln held America steadfast during the Civil War and refused to let the South secede, believing that the United States was better as a whole, than split apart. He said:

A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other.
Lincoln had faith in the direction he moved our country, and he was right to have faith in a free America. Freedom, today, however, takes so many turns. It seems that everybody has a freedom they claim is being infringed upon. Unfortunately, one man's freedom is another man's chains. So, how does limiting the right of two consensual adults to practice sex the way they want, see Lawrence v. Texas, further the Constitution? Sodomy as a practice, people, was not forbidden in the Bible. Sodom was a city in Old Testament, whose people practiced wicked ways and was punished. There was no mention of this type of sexual behavior. The word "sodomy" developed when Religigos took the ancient city of Sodom and ascribed to it what it believed to be wicked behavior.

Increasingly more and more after each election, Americans are petitioning to secede from the United States. I think it only seems more because the Internet makes it easier to express your discontent. When Texas petitioned to secede from the U.S. last month after the election, Austin, the college town, and hence liberal stronghold, petitioned the administration to secede from Texas if Texas succeeded in seceding from the United States, lol! Go Longhorns!

No sooner than I took his hand,
                                           then he was gone again.
And saw he held me steadfast on
                      the road’s most uncertain bend.
I shifted as one road descended
                                    while the other rose.
One road rising while the other road falling refers to the increasing bipolar views of Americans. Each side thinks the other is going to hel* in a handbasket while his own side is what makes America great. Since the Civil War, except during periods when we were a strong front against outsiders, e.g., World Wars, the U.S. has grown increasingly red and blue. The Brothers’ wounds that they received during the Civil War is not wounding. Sometimes, extremists in the red and blue states seem acrimonious enough to break away from the Union.

On each a Brother thrust out a wound
                           that grew and refused to mend.

The road to justice has not been easy since the Civil War. Justice, often portrayed as a blindfolded woman holding scales, is lying (laying?) between two roads, one conservative, one liberal, one right, one more right. Her blindfold is dripping red blood from the lives lost during the Civil Rights Movement, Church bombings, forced integration. Nonetheless, Americans have an abiding faith in blind justice.

Between the roads a women lay
                                      a blindfolded bound her head.
She lay as if she slumbered through
                                  the blindfold dripping red.
Her scales were of the lightest touch
                               a whisper broke the balance
The slightest swing on either side 
                                 changed who came out ahead.

In the last few elections, most notably in 2000 which resulted in the famous Gore vs. Bush, the Swing States are so important that the majority of election donation funds are routed there. People in strongly Blue and Red States hardly see any of the vicious, truth-distorting ads that run continuously for months prior to each election. The scales that swing one way or another at the slightest breeze symbolize how fickle some of the electorate can be. If you read Nate Silver’s 538 blog, you know about tipping point states, and how only a handful of states can make the difference in a general election. Is anyone thinking popular election here?
“There is no justice,” did the Blind Lady
                                                       state with Warranty.
“For even with my blindfold 'tis
                                                    near impossible to see.

Yeah, it’s hard to met out justice. Laws are overinclusive, underinclusive. Three-strikes laws that require mandatory 25 year jail sentence on a third offense no matter what threw a homeless man in jail for stealing a bottle of vitamins because he was starving in the winter.

That’s why I say regardless of right or left or right or wrong (a little off topic but my ADD says see Princess Boo Wakes Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed in satirical prose and children’s rhyming poem form). Again, regardless of right or wrong, whichever side “rules” should take care of the poor and week because there is no better measure of the greatness of a society than the degree to which it takes care of its poor, old, sick, and vulnerable. I don’t know if this is attributable to anyone in particular, but have often heard that said. I agree.

Only clincher is, a small subset say abortion is the most important fight to fight (so they vote Republican), others say the poor (so they vote Democrat), others cry we have to protect the richest 2% from higher taxes (so they vote Romney), and so it never ends…
There is no power equal to:
                                   the strong who shield the poor.”
And that is the most that justice
                                       without sight can guarantee.

Okay, Ladies and Gents, it's time to let your friends know 'cuz wouldn't it be super-duper cool if I could read this at the inauguration? You can say, hey, I was the 34th person to read that poem, ever! And now they make poor students memorize it in school! So, if you love Obama and want a beautiful inaugural poem for him, you know what to do! (I don't because I'm old and computer illiterate, that's why I'm always updating (always finding something wrong with the formatting) so sorry to bugya'!)

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The Huffington Post compares past Inaugural Poems

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Part I: Background to Inaugural Poem for Obama by Ssal

Click here for An Open Letter to President Obama.

This Inaugural Poem was written in November 2012 (before the presidential election and revised since) in honor of President Obama's Inauguration January 21, 2013.

***Newer: I have finished reformatting the inaugural poem's stanzas so that they read better. Also improved the rhythm, meter, and rhyme by 35%. The spacing converts all funky with HTML when you're not an expert. Trying to pin down the formatting, spacing (spaces, space before and after lines, between paragraphs, all very important for the look and read of a poem, I could go on for hours on spacing and love E.E. Cummings) is like trying to scratch a moving itch!*** 

**Posted a copy (whose spacing hopefully stays put!) on Amazon, entitled "An Inaugural Poem for President Barack Obama" or click here to go to Amazon directly without passing go!

Okay, folks, as usual, I don't set out to write anything. It just writes me. After weeks of being an election junkie, reading, watching, breathing in all things election, especially the polls that came out each morning (I would stay up all night to hit the refresh button on Real Clear Politics as they uploaded the new polls in real time. They were the usually the first to publish an election poll (Rasmussen was so bias for the Republicans and okay, ABC was probably leaning toward the liberals). Anyway, all those news stories, videos I would watch made me start dreaming election. Really. I tossed and turned after the first presidential debate because I couldn’t sit still during the slight fiasco. I was like: “Obama, wake up! Don’t you know some people vote based on who they’d rather have a beer with? How do you think Gore lost? (Besides the fault of the Supreme Court and Kennedy, of course!)

If you haven't read it yet, it's posted immediately below or here is the link to: An Inaugural Poem by Ssal Nogard. I am still deciding on a name, any suggestions? Please email me! Remember to "like it" on Facebook even if you don't like it!

Oh yeah, if you didn't catch my somewhat satirical poem for Mitt Romney, A Tale of Two Romneys, and accompanying Literary Critique For Dummies, er, I mean Literary Critique BY Dummies, here's a chance to catch up!

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I'm back! Had to grab a bite to eat; I work best on a full stomach!

So, after weeks of election dreaming, I started to get a phrase turning in my head--it wouldn’t go away!--over and over again until scribbled down some notes. It was an image of a hand being held out and some words: “Will you go with me…” and “will you go with fate…?” I don’t know if those two questions meant the same thing or if they were contradictory, dunno, but then the rhythm got stuck in my head: “Will you go with me, he said, or will you go with fate?” Whoah. I was in trouble now.

“Will you go with me,” he said, “or will you go with fate?”

So I gulped, and I said, “I will go with you, whoever you are!” But by this time I sorta’ figured that it was Obama’s hand that was extended out to me. It’s a very elegant hand, with long, fine fingers, if you have never noticed, lol! For real! Take a peek: Photo of Pres Obama's hands typing #My2k answers @ whitehouse: http://pic.twitter.com/DhsfAN1b. And then, and then, there appeared before me as the mists of my mind started to recede, a road, I supposed because the question asked about “going” with someone so a road makes sense. But it was a long road and I couldn’t see to the end, so trite and symbolic, you say. I agree. There’s nothing new about standing and looking at a lot of roads, trying to choose the best one to take.

In my inaugural poem, the “many roads both left and right” (see infra) refer to conservatives and liberals. “They wound among themselves before me” represents the tug-of-war of both parties but at the same time the fact that some ideologies are the same, social Libertarian and Democratic views, or fiscal Republican and Libertarian views.

One evening I stood facing
                              many roads both left and right.
They wound among themselves before me
                                         with the pending night.
I peered closely but could not see
                                  the path that each road ran.
Only that each path rose to
                               its neighboring distant height.

“Each path rose to its neighboring distant height” reflects that no matter which party is in the White House or controls Congress, America still has done pretty well for herself!

The next section, delineated by my usual asterisk and squiggly symbols begins the journey (oh no, not another poem about a journey!) The hand extended is George Washington, who has the face of Battle and Destiny. And no, he wasn’t full of hate; I just mean that there are a bunch of ideas, thoughts, and feelings that a President represents in a diverse country. Since Washington was a great warrior and also didn’t want to be King of the World, I refer to him as the “Gentle Giant”.

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I stepped forward pressed by voices
                                    that refused to wait.
And saw a hand extended filled
                          with lines of love and hate.
I looked up into the face of Battle
                                          and of Destiny.
“Will you come with me,” He said,
                          “or will you go with Fate?”

The laughter of Ben Frank is, of course, Benjamin Franklin, Renaissance Man extraordinaire, inventor of the bifocals, harnessing electricity from lightning, and wrote a ton of famous quotes that I resented growing up, such as “The early bird gets the worm.” Turns my stomach every time I hear it. Also, humble enough not to be president ‘cause everyone knows he could’ve in a heartbeat if he had wanted to, he was so popular. Thom J. is Thomas Jefferson, another uber-enlightened American who wrote some awesome stuff, like the Declaration of Independence, which I loved memorizing in grade school.

I took the Gentle Giant’s hand
                                 and stepped through the hazy gray,
and thought I heard the laughter
                       of Ben Frank and Thom J. along the way.

Taking the Washington's hand after he asks whether I will follow him means that everyone had faith in George Washington, the only president to ever win 100% of electoral votes. Of course, no one opposed him for president. With Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson nearby, who wouldn't have faith that America was on the right path to greatness?

The “two terms” refers to the fact that George Washington stepped down from office after only two terms, heretofore something unheard of when he could have been King of the World forever. A great precedent for most progressive nations in the modern world. With forefathers like these, who wouldn't have faith in America's future?

After two terms we met a fork
                           that ran red along both roads.
On each side were countless voices
                                          pressing me to stay.

The fork means that the country is started to shift toward two distinct ideologies and preferences. The red foreshadows the American Civil War. The “countless voices” are those that warn against the cost of war.

The gentle giant nudged me forward
                                        and warned me not to wait.
I stumbled along the reddened roads
                                Both marked with love and hate.
Ahead I saw a face whose hair
                               was ruddy from the roads.

The ruddy face is Abraham Lincoln’s, who was a redhead, Celtic features. “No sooner than I took his hand, then he was gone again,” is a reference to his assassination. President Lincoln preferred to be kind to the South during Reconstruction, but after he was assassinated, the Northern Congressmen beat down hard on the South. (Gone with the Wind is a nice story.) Lincoln said, “I have always found that mercy bears greater fruits than strict justice.” (see New Lyrics to Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy (Congratulations on being honored at the Kennedy Center!))

His hand held out to hasten me
                                      before I was too late.
No sooner than I took his hand,
                                 then He was gone again.

Again, I take his hand because Lincoln was another president who many placed their faith in because he made the right decisions to the hard choices.

'Kay, gotta' take a break. Time for dinner and I haven't even had lunch! BRB....

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Part IV Explanatory Notes, Meaning Behind Inaugural Poem

Here is a link at TeacherVision to Other Inaugural Poems from great poets like Robert Frost for J.F.K. and Maya Angelou for  B.O., yeah!

The Huffington Post compares past Inaugural Poems

MyInaugural Poem for President Obama on Amazon Be the First to Buy it, (however dubious a distinction!)

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Princess Boo Wakes Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed

An Inaugural Poem for President Obama by Ssal Nogard 2012 2013

Click here for An Open Letter to President Obama.



For those of you who read my "Tale of Two Romneys" with accompanying Explanation Notes. I am sentimental and strongly prefer writing uplifting poems! Below, is my inaugural poem for President Obama! I'm writing up my ideas behind this inaugural poem, click here to see how I wove together some visions I had while on Kool Aid j/k!

Here's a link to Other Inaugural Poems, Poets who have read at Presidential Inaugurations: Robert Frost for John F. Kennedy, Miller Williams for Bill Clinton, and Maya Angelou for B.O, yay!

This is something I wrote before the election (yikes! thank goodness I didn't jinx the outcome!) I was sleeping in bed dreaming of Gallup Polls, NBC Polls, Rasmussen Polls, CNN Poll of Polls, oversampling correction methods, how RealClearPolitics updates their website before CNN and how CNN didn't update their election polls on weekends (they call themselves "The Worldwide Leader in News"?), when I was dragged out of bed by some lines running through my head. Didn't really think that I should write this poem until after the election, but it had to come out anyway...Just had a chance to format it. Looking for a font that is more formal and presentation worthy than Arial, Verdana, Trebuchet, but less script than Monotype Corsiva, which is used below. Please let me know if you have any suggestions. Enjoy. =-)

***Generally, I let a poem sit for months or years, revising it until it sounds just so. However, with the Presidential Inauguration coming up in January, it didn't make sense to sit on this until next year. Thus, although I posted this days ago, it has gone through some revisions. Someone told me that my rhyme and rhythm was not up to par with what they are used to, see The Cataracts of Paradise (about the tallest waterfall is in the world). The Cataracts of Iguacu or Iguazu inspired this epic love poem. Back to the subject, so if you come back every now and then, this poem might be even better! The rest of the explanatory notes I hope to have posted by Dec. 11th.

Also, I agree with E.E. Cummings that formatting can be important to a poem. The spacing in my inaugural poem helps the readerknow where to pause on the first read. The formatting converts funky and I haven't been able to perfectly control the look of the poem on this website. I'll try to upload a PDF version if I can ever get it all figured out. Obviously, I am a dinosaur when it comes to computer technology, lol.

As a result of obsessing over the spacing, rhyme, rhythm, and meter, I keep having to upload new versions on Amazon, search for: "An Inaugural Poem for President Barack Obama" or click this link. At least however, the Amazon version maintains the spacing and formatting in the precise manner that actually makes the reading easier and more enjoyable.***

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A Poem Written in Honor of President Barack Obama’s Inauguration 2013
                                       By Ssal Nogard


One evening I stood facing
                              many roads both left and right.
They wound among themselves before me
                                         with the pending night.
I peered closely but could not see
                                  the path that each road ran.
Only that each path rose to
                               its neighboring distant height.

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I stepped forward pressed by voices
                                    that refused to wait.
And saw a hand extended filled
                          with lines of love and hate.
I looked up into the face of Battle
                                          and of Destiny.
“Will you come with me,” He said
                          “or will you go with Fate?”


I took the Gentle Giant’s hand
                                 and stepped through the hazy gray,
and thought I heard the laughter
                       of Ben Frank and Thom J. along the way.
After two terms we met a fork
                           that ran red along both roads.
On each side were countless voices
                                          pressing me to stay.


The gentle giant nudged me forward
                                        and warned me not to wait.
I stumbled along the reddened roads
                                Both marked with love and hate.
Ahead I saw a face whose hair
                               was ruddy from the roads.
His hand held out to hasten me
                                      before I was too late.


No sooner did I take his hand,
                                 then He was gone again.
And saw he held me steadfast on
                      the road’s most uncertain bend.
I shifted as one road descended
                                    while the other rose.
On each a Brother thrust out a wound
                      that grew and refused to mend.


Between the roads a woman lay 
                            a blindfolded bound her head.
She lay as if she slumbered through
                                 the blindfold dripping red.
Her scales were of the lightest touch
                                a whisper broke the balance
The slightest swing on either side 
                                 changed who came out ahead.


“There is no justice,” did the Blind Lady
                                       state with Warranty.
“For even with my blindfold 'tis
                                      near impossible to see.
There is no power equal to:
                       the strong who shield the poor.”
And that is the most that justice
                             without sight can guarantee.


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The brothers were bound more tightly
                                        than the many winding roads.
No matter how Great the Burden,
                                      the brothers shared their loads.
Their scars seared brightly to their skin
                                    sewn from each others’ Bondage,
Woven from great Ideas--and lapses--
                                          into canons, laws and codes.

Across the Eastern waters:
                         the New Order was deftly wrought.
Beyond the Western sea:
                       the lands of which our Fathers sought.
But finding Something in between
                                 Our forefathers stopped to rest.
Go West young man, go west,
                  was Then, and Now our greatest thought.


The brothers’ bonds stretched slowly,
                                       yet never did they snap.
They flexed their newfound strength with hands
                             that drew a New World Map.
The bonds broke in striations
                                that kept our voices taut.
Even as it seemed some voices,
                           were still helplessly entrapped.


The voices on each side
                       clamored fiercely to be heard.
Above the din there came a cry
                                   of one solitary word.
The Word was heard by all except
                   to each the sound was different.
Each sister spoke the same word,
                    But the sound still felt absurd.


With His face turned to all roads,
                                   He walked with easy gait
on our winding road that split
                               three dozen times plus eight;
with Bright Eyes and Brighter Smile,
                                      He offered me his hand:
“Will you go with me he,” He asked,
                                 “Or will you go with Fate?”


I took his hand and saw the roads
                           blocked by the Hand of Fate.
On her palm the tears of love
                         drowned out the lines of hate.
The Halls of Justice are not built
                                      within a single day.
With luck their expanse will never end, 
                             Yet United, We can wait.


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© 2012 by Ssal  Nogard of the CRAZIANS

Four More Years, Yay!

Will be posting a Jack Handy's "Deep Thoughts" Analysis soon. A cannot miss! ;-)

Hey, we got someone on the Continent reading this now. Don't you people ever sleep? lol.

Keep in mind that if you pass this along to your friends and lots of peeps like it, then I might, just might be invited to read this at President Obama's inauguration in January! lulz!

Need an Explanation? What on earth does this poem mean? Click here for Part I!

Part II, Explanation of Inaugural Poem for Obama.

Part III. Author's Notes on Inaugural Poem 2012

Part IV Explanatory Notes, Meaning Behind Inaugural Poem

Friend me on Facebook to get the Inaugural Poem 2013 for Obama out!

Click here to watch Maya Angelou's inaugural poem for Obama in 2008

Click here is Maya's poem.

Some background to Maya Angelou's Inaugural Poem

Here's another inaugural poem by Elizabeth Alexander: Praise Song for the Day

The Huffington Post compares past Inaugural Poems

My Inaugural Poem for President Obama on Amazon. Be the Very SECOND to Buy it, lol!

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