Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 02-June 13:52:04 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 28861 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THE RED TIDE IS TURNING [time] => 2003-12-08 04:47:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The tide is turning Mr Bush
But you’re not for learning
Are you Mr Bush?
See the waters reach your head
These waters that are blood red
With Iraqi and US children dead Mr Bush

As you posture on and on Mr Bush
Better cock your li’l eyebrow fast
Because we see your fate at last Mr Bush
You little cockroach of time
Who brought on us such slime

Where’s fatcat Cheney now Mr Bush?
And that senile cretin Rumsfeld
Starting to run and hide yet Mr Bush?
Before you’re given the push Mr Bush?

What a pathetic crew you are
A herd of hapless cows
Or perhaps that should be bulls Mr Bush?
All brawn and no brain Mr Bush?

It’s all coming home now
And you had better think fast
Because the blood on your hands
Is what we’ll remember last Mr Bush

That and your pathetic legacy
Your stooped, brainless legacy
The sightless, goofy incompetence
The mean-minded misplaced arrogance

And a bunch of cynical placemen
Using a country’s grief
They saw so very little
Except win power behind a thief

But now it’s all seen through
From the beginning to the end
The people now see through your lies
And will bury those they despise

The tide is turning Mr Bush
But you’re not for learning
Are you Mr Bush?
See the waters reach your head
These waters that are blood red
With Iraqi and US children dead Mr Bush

As you posture on and on Mr Bush
Better cock your li’l eyebrow fast
Because we see your fate at last Mr Bush
You little cockroach of time
Who brought on us such slime
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
THE RED TIDE IS TURNING

Contributed by Steeleyes on Monday, 8th December 2003 @ 04:47:45 AM in AEST
Topic: political



The tide is turning Mr Bush
But you’re not for learning
Are you Mr Bush?
See the waters reach your head
These waters that are blood red
With Iraqi and US children dead Mr Bush

As you posture on and on Mr Bush
Better cock your li’l eyebrow fast
Because we see your fate at last Mr Bush
You little cockroach of time
Who brought on us such slime

Where’s fatcat Cheney now Mr Bush?
And that senile cretin Rumsfeld
Starting to run and hide yet Mr Bush?
Before you’re given the push Mr Bush?

What a pathetic crew you are
A herd of hapless cows
Or perhaps that should be bulls Mr Bush?
All brawn and no brain Mr Bush?

It’s all coming home now
And you had better think fast
Because the blood on your hands
Is what we’ll remember last Mr Bush

That and your pathetic legacy
Your stooped, brainless legacy
The sightless, goofy incompetence
The mean-minded misplaced arrogance

And a bunch of cynical placemen
Using a country’s grief
They saw so very little
Except win power behind a thief

But now it’s all seen through
From the beginning to the end
The people now see through your lies
And will bury those they despise

The tide is turning Mr Bush
But you’re not for learning
Are you Mr Bush?
See the waters reach your head
These waters that are blood red
With Iraqi and US children dead Mr Bush

As you posture on and on Mr Bush
Better cock your li’l eyebrow fast
Because we see your fate at last Mr Bush
You little cockroach of time
Who brought on us such slime




Copyright © Steeleyes ... [ 2003-12-08 04:47:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: THE RED TIDE IS TURNING (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Monday, 8th December 2003 @ 07:26:48 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Hehe... Hahahaha... Great write! I got to sign for a democrat today who was against bush. I can't wait to vote his sorry butt out.


Re: THE RED TIDE IS TURNING (User Rating: 1 )
by Cruxlight on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 02:39:58 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
it's sad you let your politics ruin your poetry




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com