Romney allies launch ad war for Illinois primary

Posted on 3/15/2012 @ 6:00 AM in #Poetry by calistsea 0 comments

In the wild race for the Republican presidential nomination, there has been one constant: When Mitt Romney really needs to do well in a state, he and his allies pour money into ads, most of which attack his rivals. Romney's big-spending tactics battered Newt Gingrich into a fourth-place finish in Iowa, and helped Romney win key contests in New Hampshire, Florida, Nevada, Michigan and Ohio. Now, the former Massachusetts governor and his allies have invested nearly $5 million on the next big prize in the state-by-state race for the Republican nomination: Illinois, which will hold its primary on Tuesday. Most of the spending will go toward ads that attack Rick Santorum, now Romney's chief rival. Romney's campaign, which spent nearly $19 million in January, has spent almost $1 million on cable and broadcast ads mostly in the Chicago area, according to a Republican media buyer who also tracks campaign advertising. It appears Illinois' primary also could become the latest example of the dramatic impact that

Challenge

Posted on 9/30/2010 @ 7:58 AM in #Poetry by poettree 0 comments

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Fear

Posted on 9/29/2010 @ 5:55 AM in #Poetry by poettree 0 comments

Where is it you hide your fear.. when it becomes real and clear Does it show upon your face depending on the time and place? Can you keep it deep inside while you smile bright and wide? Never showing you're afraid is it the world, or yourself, you try to persuade That you are not really scared. Do you believe that you are prepared. For, whatever… come what may, Be it tomorrow, or even today That this uncertain world may throw your way? Is there inside a frightened child who just wants to run free and wild? Or has the grown up you have become forgotten how to have real fun? Have the fears of growing old hampered you, made you less bold? Do you find yourself doing whatever you're told Just to avoid a potential scold? Don't let your fears and your worries make your heart hard and cold If you are careful and take things in stride Fear won't be your master but your friend and your guide. Guy Tosto

Alternative workplace equipment

Posted on 4/28/2010 @ 10:39 PM in #Poetry by flyclothes 0 comments

Wild white north face 14 beautiful momentWhite shirt + trousers article:The trousers can easily make you all the time with confidence, do not worry there are special circumstances which emptied Oh.Alternative workplace equipmentBasic match: straight body wide sleeves white shirt + blue + gray pants seventh necking cross with black high-heeled sandalsPiont: accessories belt and glasses with a bright candy colors, great sense of T station, on the whole the tone with an important role. Collar designed to meet the overall made it seem fresh; In addition, the shrinking population of pants more suitable for the design of tall narrow hips MM, reduce swelling sense.

A few little tricks

Posted on 4/14/2010 @ 5:22 AM in #Poetry by flyclothes 0 comments

Armstrong said in the dressing room by a few little tricks, you can determine whether the good care of clothing:1, the clothes hanging on a rack, then, it naturally fell to the ground, pick it up, observe the change.2, put on, take off, then put on, take a look at the surface changes clothes.3, if it is dress pants or skirts, repeated squatting, standing, sitting a few positions, there is no fold? Have your underwear show?4, if it is soft feathers, fur texture, and dark clothes with, to see not leave marks on dark clothing.5, if you are worried about clothes and easy to fold, knead a small piece of them, see what happens.6, light pull joints, check it easy to open lines.In addition, the article also gives some knowledge on the fabric: If the purchase of warm clothing and durable, wool content not less than 60%, other 40% can be silk and artificial ingredients; if the composition ratio is the opposite , then this dress may be easily deformed; 2-10% of Lycra to increase flexibility, help maintain the original

Fashion editor

Posted on 4/14/2010 @ 5:17 AM in #Poetry by flyclothes 0 comments

British "The Times" Lisa Armstrong, fashion editor Recently, That this author Pointed out the paper's Web site: buy clothes, Clothes Hanger, whether this looks amazing how, in your body Before some of the ITS properties, Not Hurry it home. Armstrong introduced the Purchase of Several small coup durable clothing, study material nature is a Crucial Step.First, we must Consider the ease of clothing from the fold. Armstrong Said That, if you fancy clothes and Fabrics as thin as tissue paper, then When you remove it from the bag packaging, it May Have Been crumpled like a piece of rag.Second, Some clothing and is difficult to wait on the washing water Temperature 30 degrees Celsius, the rinsing Separate, Not Drying, Dry-clean only ... ... Before buying your clothes Detailed view within the care label, Especially the white clothing. Before fastidious buy clothes, think about the future care and energy They Have to Spend Money.

Can not say love

Posted on 1/12/2010 @ 10:36 PM in #Poetry by baobao1234 0 comments

The role of the story includes the 17 links of london year old girl Sarah, 19 year old boy Kevin, the brother of Sarah Trudy, the father of Sarah Paul and the friend of Paul Gregory. Gregory came to the home of Paul. It is linksoflondon three years since he saw her family last time. He talks with Paul for long time no see. They referred to the children of Paul. Paul said I will call them to see you. Gregory see three lovely children come to his direction. He is especially aware the beauty of Sarah. She wears a short skirt moved with her lively step. Her face is filled with a maiden laugh. He was amazed by the sight in front of him. He feels links of london sale that he should turn around his face, while he still stares at her. Gregory does not why he so much like to come to Paul home. Once he has time, he will together with the girl. He knows that she will go links london abroad for further study. He asked her. “What do you want to learn” “Ah …art.” “Art….he is astonished. You do not need learn art”

On Truth: had to vent

Posted on 2/9/2009 @ 10:09 AM in #Poetry by rackworld 1 comments

I am but a man with two hands And a brain 2 times stronger than The hands of this world’s 1st and 2nd strongest man I have but thoughts and words That penetrate further than Even the most heinous Weapon of mass destruction I give respect to worthy Tongue lashings to the deserving And offer praise not a moment before it is due At birth, I traded tact for simplicity’s sake Lost sight of diplomacy When I met unadulterated Truth Now Truth and I have “sojourned” For quite some time now Although we should know each other pretty well Truth and I never cease to amaze each other As a young lad I traded my soul for appearances And have been buying it back with interest In the long years since I’m a numbers guy by trade An educator by fate And a father because life nor I Would have it any other way I’m a fighter when I love And love the rush When it’s time to fight I frown on social morays Smile upon individuality All the while still waiting on that slow dance with Destiny My Destiny

Him

Posted on 11/25/2008 @ 1:09 PM in #Poetry by Amber 0 comments

Him who is he? Well him is someone that we look for when we are in love. So here is the list of what he is? He stands by your side he holds you when you are hurt he is your shoulder to cry on the person that tells you that he loves you the person that holds you and talks to you whennobody will he never judges you he never hurts you he never lies to you He isn't perfect but when he is yours When he holds you you know how lucky you are to be in his arms. To feel his breath on your skin To kiss you To hold you To whisper secrets in your ear That is who he is

SOMEBODY

Posted on 11/25/2008 @ 1:06 PM in #Poetry by Amber 0 comments

I rely on you because I trust you I hurt her because I was trying to protect you forgive me if I don't make any sence Like i care All I want you to know is that You are somebody Somebody who I care for Somebody who I love Somebody who I want to hold forever Somebody who I never want to let go of Could I be your somebody? You could hold me back Would I ever be your somebody, Somebody help me somebody tell me what to do? You are my somebody yet you left for your somebody. so now I am nobody

On Everything

Posted on 11/15/2008 @ 11:13 PM in #Poetry by rackworld 0 comments

I find myself overwhelmed When I should be whelming over Now, more than ever I need a moment to lean Instead of always providing the shoulder I’ve surrounded myself with positive people But the net result is negative I’ve discovered that the consequence Of most of my friendships Has been an overwhelmingly unilateral benefit Most often to my detriment I give and they take And that’s about the end of it But as with anything else The strong get tested And the weak get protected As we nationally celebrate mediocrity And fall further from prominence on a global scale The wealthy continue to accumulate While the rest of us suffocate And the best of us are just obliterated I was once a stand up guy But have fallen so deep in grime That I now contemplate armed robbery or homicide Before I rest and as I rise Because I’ll kill before I let my child go hungry Even if it is for one night There was a time when hard work was enough But now hard work is nothing Unless you’re working hard for

Words of Beauty

Posted on 10/2/2008 @ 3:48 PM in #Poetry by ravynedarke 2 comments

The Prettiest Mother in the World Her face is no longer smooth, it is lined by time. Even if she doesn't look the same, she is still that dear mother of mine. She has always given of herself to me, nothing was I ever denied. She laughed when I laughed, she comforted me when I cried. There is no one like her, I don't think there will ever be. No one means as much to me, as she. To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like, I guess it is a matter of pride. For the things that make her the most beautiful, are the things she has inside.

Journey Into the Darkness

Posted on 10/2/2008 @ 3:43 PM in #Poetry by ravynedarke 0 comments

Gothic Haiku darkness dwells within hides me in its black cover i long for my death

Florida Health Insurance On Healthy Kids

Posted on 7/25/2008 @ 5:33 PM in #Poetry by floridahealthinsurance 1 comments

Our chief financial offierc, Alex Sink, of Florida announced that she is calling for an independent audit of WellCare. They need to determine how much money WellCare Health Plans Inc. owes to a state program, Florida healthy kids,that provides Florida health insurance for children whose family income makes them ineligible for Medicaid. Sink's comments followed the disclosure by WellCare that it would restate earnings for 2004, 2005, 2006 and the first half of 2007 since determining it owes refunds under contracts to provide managed care services for government health care programs in Florida and Illinois.

kerida amada mia

Posted on 7/16/2008 @ 11:26 PM in #Poetry by lokodesmadroso 0 comments

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Mid May, On the Green

Posted on 5/28/2008 @ 11:37 PM in #Poetry by eyesonme 0 comments

I made a tripto the Shrine of the Black Madonna.I suggest that you do, tooBut wait 'til you appreciate its novelty.I suggest you leave and return.It helps to understand its necessity.I spent time with brothers walking Ralph David Abernathy,Driving Northside and Peachtree.We learned and taught, feared and danced and hurt,Sauntered behind the beating drums,Rejoicing in commencing family.I love a woman, colorful like a Jacob LawrenceWith the mind of Ann Fudge,Who can chat and chew the world into a jumbled line of logicLike Pomp and processing faculty.Take a trip, pick your cross, and share the light with me.

I Feel It in My Soul

Posted on 5/9/2008 @ 2:22 AM in #Poetry by eyesonme 3 comments

I don't know if I reveled in the riches of the West,Whether I came from the genius of the East,Or if I traded in the glory of the South,But I know I come from Africa.I feel it in my soulWhere my heart beats like round-the-fire drums,Where my mind thinks like Ashante wisdom,And my hands build tributes to Kemetian grandeur.I don't know if I bathed in the Pontchartrain,If I swam in the salty tears of the Gulf,Of if I sank into the switching Mississippi,But I know I was baptised by Katrina.I feel it in my soulFrom where I'm pulled to Jena, whether by Al or Jesse,When Jazzfest trumpets blast like Gabriel,And when New Babylon's jumbled tonges all ring the same to me.Whether by fire or flood,By my will or divinity,Or by sight, be it brown, blue or greenI know I'm God's walkin', singin' child.I can feel it in my soulWhere it burns when they curse me,Where it hurts when they bind me, phisically or mentally,Where I find the misdirected motivation to struggle.

Five Years Ago...The War in Iraq

Posted on 3/20/2008 @ 3:18 PM in #Poetry by InsideScoop 1 comments

Five years go, we started a war Went to Baghdad and kicked down the door Insane to tell to Hussein, “Get your ass on the floor” We went for the oil, nothing less, nothing more Five years ago, we thought this was for the better 9/11 made us bond, brought the patriots together Decided to go abroad before we took care of home So for five years, these thoughts won’t leave me alone First, there’s still a war against Willie Lynch Start to make a change, instead of riding the bench How you gonna raise men from boys Without once citing Booker T. and Du Bois? Technology gave knowledge to the masses But we need the World Wide W.E.B. in these classes. Second, how do you expect a man to love a woman he knows When all he’s ever known was bitches and hoes? How can a brother love a lady he adores When he’s only referred to females as skeezers and whores? How do you expect an armed teen to halt on the trigger When every Black man to him is a nigger? See, your words cause your actions from your head to

Click to view"Summer"

Posted on 1/1/2008 @ 11:46 AM in #Poetry by poettree 0 comments

Summer's here, at least a touch.Winter's gone, but not by much.A whole season ahead to plan,of tall, cool drinks and ceiling fans.So grab a drink, sit back, relax.Watch a fan revolve its slats.Feel it gently push the airYour cheek caressed by a wisp of hair.And if the night's too hot to sleepat least a sleep that's sound and deep,Then take a breath and lie real stilland think about winters gripping chill.But that won't work most of the timeand neither will a glass of wine.So get up and get out of bed go outside and raise your headAnd even on the stillest night you'll feel a breezehowever slight.But make the most of summer timein December it will be sublimeand you'll be wishing for these daysOf heat, humidity, and haze.G. Tosto

Click to view "Time"

Posted on 1/1/2008 @ 11:45 AM in #Poetry by poettree 0 comments

TIMETick…tock… goes the clock ad infinitum.Stars and planets glide through space as they slowly spin.Time is just a measure of how long things take to change.Sooner or later every thing will all be re-arranged.Do not fear the march of time it waits for no human.So make the best of the time that's left, things never go as planned.Don't be distraught by any thought of pain imagined or real.If nothing else, time has in itself the true power to heal.G.Tosto