Conservative Poet Tom Zart's = Those Who Wish To Be President
by Tom Zart 10/17/2008 / Leadership
Most of the time as a politician stands up
Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
Promising anything and everything to anyone
While posing to the public, to be on common ground.
The higher the office the greater the corruption
As candidates compete for those dead presidents of green.
While we're taxed to death to fund their pork
Our cost for everything has become obscene.
Thank God there are some better than most
Not squeaky clean, but more honest than others.
Regardless of party, they deserve our vote
For they share our thoughts like sisters and brothers.
Politicians who wish to be revered by history
Must earn their fame by living the truth.
Any who continue to mislead and deceive
Must be shunned by the voter at the booth.
SHEPHERDS of LIFE
The twelve Apostles appointed by Christ
Were given power to cast out evil within.
He sent them forth to preach, teach and heal
As God's shepherd's from Heaven to men.
Republicans and democrats now campaign for office
In God's land of liberty, freedom and choice.
Deliberately shaping their future in history
By their judgment, accomplishment and voice.
Once more we must choose our shepherds of life
Driven by love, liberty and country's call.
Propelled by duty, honor and faith
Pledging to protect and defend justice for all.
Our world has become more dangerous than ever
Due to war, hate, plunder and disease.
Take heed therefore and ponder your vote
As you pray who to vote for on your knees.
They choose their opportunities
To become strong, not weak
By pulling up their boot straps
They acquire the dreams they seek.
Their personal goals of well being
Will never stand in the way
Of doing their public duty
No matter what others may say.
Their devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of their kind
What you find in most of them
Is great character of mind.
With faith and courage, they must live
For their lives to be complete
With good morals and family life
They'll triumph, even in defeat.
They are raised to participate
Within their community
With their fellow men and women
They enrich life and liberty.
Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
Take heed therefore, unto
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.
Life may place you in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish you to drown.
It's your past record that lets us know
Who you are as you smile or frown.
If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.
SONS AND DAUGHTERS of WORLD WAR III
Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.
They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of America's doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.
Now's not the time to fight one another
Or kiss our enemy's cheek.
All through history it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil the upper hand.
It's up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.
We're a nation of frazzled families
With little time for personal affection.
As the treadmills of tension keep us hostage
We're losing our perspective of direction.
Racing to get the kids off to school,
Navigating the madness of bottleneck traffic.
Fearful of our own job-loss and income,
While the newscasts get more hopeless and graphic.
Helping our children with their home work
Scrambling to prepare their dinner.
Having family spats with loved ones
And being told on Sunday, we're a sinner.
Worrying about crime, taxes, cancer and terrorism
Infectious disease and paying next months bills.
Saving for college and our own retirement
It's no wonder we drink, smoke, pray and pop pills.
What Satan has planned for our harm
Integrity will transform to good.
Adhering to morals gives us peace
Teaching us to respond, as we should.
Sometimes we must go against the flow
Questioning what our sheppard's may say.
For they are not God, only human
And for their integrity, we pray.
Though faith we can stay undiminished
Keeping ourselves entire and whole.
Avoiding human hate and mistrust
While struggling to preserve our soul.
With honor we obtain uprightness
And by love and compliance we gain grace.
Integrity gives us proper goals
Improving the standard of our race.
Those who laugh at the straight and narrow
Will not hear God's answer to their cry.
Those who yearn to earn their integrity
Must not steal, persecute or lie.
WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And troops for the combat chart.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till on the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome their pride
The politicians cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down through history it remains the same
Most who die are hardly more than boys.
Like monkeys in a revolving cage
Man squabbles for the peanuts of power.
When will we rise above our greed
And become as a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust to dust
The wrath of war is a hideous crime.
It's our beast within that still prevails
As it has through the torments of time.
Some of us are as God planned
Though many are far worse.
Our characters are not of marble
So the devil may work his curse.
Fame is what we steal or take
Character is what we give.
To this truth we must awake
So we might begin to live.
There is some good in all of us
Which may not show at first.
With good character of heart and soul
We prepare ourselves for the worst.
Show me a liar and you have found a thief
Whose character is controlled by hell.
They love what's wrong and hate what's right
And they're lucky they're not all in jail.
By Conservative Poet
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The White House
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan
Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.
George W. Bush
HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS
World War III
Darling I miss you more than words can tell
As the torments of war burden my heart.
I worry about you and how you are
As by conflict we’re forced to part.
As death confronts me I witness first hand
Just how sudden life can come to its end.
At any moment war can consume and destroy
Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend.
Determined though fearful I dream of home
Remaining focused, steadfast and whole.
Praying for family, country and comrades
The treasures of my existence and soul.
I suffer pain, remorse and regret
From actions I’m forced to employ.
I have no choice but to do my duty
As my solemn oath becomes my story.
Remind our kids how much I love them
And those moments they cry or play.
I’ll be home for hugs and kisses
Hopefully by Christmas Day.
Most of all I pray for words
That portray my need for your touch.
I dream of you both night and day
And sometimes a bit too much.
Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow
Have made family more precious to recall.
I love you so incredibly much
As I serve with honor, God and country’s call.
Hope To Be Home By Christmas
By Tom Zart
Poet and Author of
Love War And More
225 poems published by Publish America;
SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems,
CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music
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Tom Zart and or Bill Crain.
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