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Poem Details | by Ed Coet |
Categories: death, father, inspirational, loss, lost love, son, sorry, dad, dad, patriotic,

Soldier

I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier


Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, beauty, christian, devotion, love, patriotic, usa,

She's Blowing In The Wind

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind                                                                                               We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands

One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind                                                                                 I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away

I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray                                                                                          Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day

Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind                                                                                             I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when

This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes                                                                                                Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red

Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white                                                                                                I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind

I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag                                                                                    May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P


Poem Details | by Emmanuel Fajutagana |
Categories: blue, break up, career, conflict, courage, dark, dedication, deep, depression, devotion, emotions, feelings, goodbye, hate, i love you, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, love hurts, moving on, patriotic, sad, sad love, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, sympathy, violence, war,

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, bereavement, dad, daughter, death, devotion, emotions, eulogy, faith, family, father, freedom, funeral, goodbye, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, history, how i feel, i love you, life, men, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, mother, obituary, old, patriotic, peace, people, sea, son, sorrow, spiritual, travel, veterans day, war,

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: care, celebration, character, community, courage, culture, dedication, emotions, freedom, heart, identity, image, inspiration, inspirational, life, love, passion, patriotic, places,

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, america, art, books, business, celebration, celebrity, christmas, city, culture, dedication, depression, family, farewell, farm, feelings, film, freedom, goodbye, growing up, history, home, house, i love you, image, life, lost, money, music, native american, new york, paradise, patriotic, people, places, political, pride, today, tribute, truth, usa, world,

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, bible, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, faith, forgiveness, freedom, fun, god, hope, identity, introspection, jesus, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, patriotic, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, society, sorrow, world,

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: body, desire, devotion, love, mentor, nature, patriotic, peace, people,

One Country, One World

Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.

My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue 
Of land mass
An African      
Not do I dismiss 
In unison unit 
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
European, 
Australian
And Antarctica.

I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.




Poem Details | by Timothy Jacks |
Categories: christian, courage, dad, dark, dedication, growing up, journey, lost love, memory, patriotic, seasons, slam, soldier, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, success, suicide, thank you, me, pain, me,

The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devilwhispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, america, courage, death, dedication, devotion, education, hero, history, how i feel, imagery, inspiration, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, love, me, memorial day, memory, men, obituary, ocean, old, parents, passion, patriotic, peace, poetry, political, pride, remember, sad, sea, social, soldier, son, teen, teenage, time, usa, veterans day, voyage, war, wisdom, youth,

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: courage, love, patriotic,

THE BIRTH OF DEMOCRACY


1.
Once upon a very long time in the eleventh century B.C.
There was a king in, Athens, who ruled both land and sea

2.
To all was known as king Codrus*, a mighty warrior was he 
His enemies were much afraid in his kingdom once to be
 
3.
Yet, the Spartans** war declared and marched into Codrus’s land  
Wishing all Athens to burn down, nothing vertical to stand

4.
Codrus, saw the Spartans coming and his army he prepared  
To defend the holiest ground thus his city to be spared 
 
5.
First he sent to ask the oracle of God Apollo at Delphi*** 
To reveal to the king, Codrus, who the winner would be 

6.
God at once the answer gave: “The victor of war would be
The city of which the King is slain" that’s the way to be free
 
7.
Codrus, was much determined his beloved Athens, he to save
Thus his kingly clothes took off, went the enemy to brave 
 
8.
To Spartans the oracle was known, to their soldiers gave orders 
No one to hurt king Codrus, else they had to leave the borders

9.
Codrus, as a peasant soon was dressed, ax in hand was he holding 
As he approached the Spartans’ camp, his fury was fast unfolding
  
10
Spartans, him, didn’t recognize and with a sword they cut him down 
But then saw that the king was he, wrapped inside that filthy gown 

11.
Instantly their camp the Spartans broke and left that same day
To return to Sparta their city and found themselves at bay   

12.
The Athenians then decided, by no means, a new King  them to find 
For none would love his land As Codrus did, with all his heart and mind

13.
This the way democracy**** was born, some thirty-one centuries ago
When Athenians, the King’s powers passed to people, by only a single law


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   12 OCTOBER 2014


*Codrus (in Greek, Kodros) was the last of the semi-mythical Kings of Athens that ruled between 1089-1068 B.CHe is considered the finest example of patriotism and self-sacrificeThis is his story!
**The most powerful states in ancient Greece was Sparta and Athens..
During the time of the Spartan invasion of Athens territory in 1068 B.Cthe Spartans consulted the Delphic Oracle, who prophesied that their invasion would succeed as long as the king of Athens was not harmed.
***At Delphi was the temple of Apollo, son of Zeus! One of Apollo’s duties was
To reveal to humans his father’s WillThe Greeks of old were doing nothing 
unless they were consulting Apollo who was the prophet par excellence Once 
Apollo was giving his reply the Greeks obeyed it to the letter!
****Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means Power to the People.




Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, analogy, anger, angst, betrayal, bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, cry, daughter, dedication, depression, devotion, evil, faith, family, father, god, grief, heartbroken, hope, husband, introspection, irony, jesus, life, loss, lost, lost love, lust, marriage, mother, patriotic, people, political, prayer, pride, rainbow, religion, religious, sensual, sin, society, son, sorry, spiritual, teen, today, wife,

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating… Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Jacob Owusu Sarfo |
Categories: analogy, care, love, patriotic, political,

We Must Pay the Price

Everything in life has a price
Someone must always pay 
Life begins and ends with a price
If someone doesn't, you must somehow pay
If you don't, who must then pay?

You're earning income because you had to pay
You're enjoying pleasure because you had to pay
You're being punished because you had to pay
You're called a lover because you had to pay
You're seen as a friend because you had to pay

You're on earth because a man and a woman had to pay
you're secured because the security had to pay 
You're eating because the farmer had to pay
You're reading this poem because the poet had to pay
You're hopeful after death because God had to pay 

We enjoy free lunch now because someone before us paid the price
We are independent now because someone before us paid the price
We are healthy now because someone before us paid the price
We are here paying once again because someone before us paid the price
We can't refus to pay because someone before us paid the price


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: courage, dad, devotion, grandfather, love, patriotic, spiritual,

African Allliteration

#What we want#

Dear Dada,

What we want is worth

Let love live, 

Peace perfect praise...

...Let long lasting law

rule round reign.


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: freedom, health, integrity, love, patriotic, peace, philosophy,

Fighting For Fairness

Liberty is not a synonym for ravenous self-determination.
For every freedom to grow
there is a reciprocal freedom from incursion.

When our individual or national purpose
reduces self-with-other mutual determination
and reiterative processes of evolving redetermination
down to autonomous libertarianism
as freedom from infringements,
then our pursuit of happiness
is no longer concomitant with our hopes for growing health,
and our pursuit of wealth-hoarding freedoms
becomes idolatrously removed from unifying roots
of equal democratic liberties of and for all,
freedom to optimize wealth of health,
happiness through mutually nurturing freedoms.

Selfishly autonomous determination,
articulating cause for self-justifying violence,
delineating causes of nationalism's self-without-other exterminations,
is not the original intent of democratic healthy purpose,
is heading toward monoculturing degeneration instead,
the opposite of multiculturing regenerate freedoms
to pursue our mutually optimizing wealth
of health

Beware economists and politicians who speak of growing freedoms
yet remain silent about both personal and public prerequisite investments
in history's nondual development
of healthy wealth
as wealth for regenerating health
of multi-generations.

Beware of those who advocate your freedom
to self-optimize,
freed of cooperative mutual tax investments
while hiding our collective responsibilities
to cooperatively own healthy authorities
for recycling Earth's most deeply resonant integrity
of health-wealthing democratic values,
Yang's ego-centric freedom to love
Yin's eco-centric freedom from oppression,
suppression,
repression,
depression
sunk by patriarchal hubris
of anthro self-determination.

Pursuit of global liberty
is not a safe cover story,
much less a synonym,
for self with other interdependent determinations
of and for cooperatively growing wealth,
further investing in Earth's culture of integral health.

Elitist pursuits of self-determination
disguised as synonymous with complex freedom networks
thrusting anthro-authority over eco-responsibility,
has brought us to this precipice of climate pathology,
and not shared integrity
of healthy global climates.


Poem Details | by rachel blake |
Categories: absence, desire, devotion, dream, emotions, feelings, first love, for him, home, how i feel, husband, i love you, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, me, miss you, missing you, morning, patriotic, poems, poetry, relationship, romance, sad love, together, travel,

3000 miles from 3am

You're 3000 mile away
its 6 am
I'm in my own bed
dead asleep
my phone rings
its 3am
but your voice could wake me from a coma
you're 3000 miles away
and its only 3am


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: analogy, beach, beautiful, beauty, passion, patriotic, places,

FALL IN LOVE WITH THE PHILIPPINES

Fall in love with the Philippines...
Pearl of the orient seas..
Known with its lustrous green forests..
Famous of it's soft to white beaches..

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Hospitable and respectable persons..
Lots olf activities to choose from..
Mountain climbing, camping, diving, surfing..
Choose, try and actively explore...

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Seemingly poor yet so rich in history..
All around you will see white to bronze colored Pinoys..
Nurtured by values and of traditions...

Fall in love with the Philippines..


11/3/2013
9:05pm


Poem Details | by Carol Davis |
Categories: love, patriotic,

Under the Stars

 

Look close at Old Glory

Pick up one of the stars…

Names, faces engraved under each one

Of those who protected our stars and bars

Supporting our freedom-- never easily won

 

Ghostly faces of men

Fighting, suffering, dying for our land

Each hero holding onto the flag

Traumatized, wounded but making their stand

Look---special stars for those who lost their dog tags.

 

Americans supporting their causes

Promising our banner will never fall

Stand up citizens, cover hearts, pause

Proudly look at the flag, and then stand tall

Tattered maybe, but to us-- 

 

Old Glory's the same...not old at all


Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: dedication, devotion, feelings, inspirational, patriotic,

I love my Country


                  I love my Country                            English Sonnet                                 

                               
                                I live in India, the state West Bengal
                                On North, standing Himalayan Ranges
                                On South thrashes, restless Bay of Bengal.
                                My home town on river strands of Ganges.

                                Bengal honored by world recognition,
                                Poet Tagore crowned as Universal,
                                Vivekananda on global mission,
                                Scientist J.CBose, International
             
                                Nature blesses with moderate climate
                                Culture and Education flourish best.
                                Peace-compassion are motto of the state.
                                Bold truthful honesty is the asset.

                          ‘What Bengal thinks today’: Indians know,
                           Whole India is sure to think tomorrow.

   01/01/17
                Sonnet about country where you live Contest by Silent One
  Third Place


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, courage, devotion, dream, education, faith, farewell, freedom, happy, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, love, miracle, natural disasters, nature, ocean, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, places, recovery from..., space, spiritual, stress, success, travel, write,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Poem Details | by rachel blake |
Categories: absence, america, boyfriend, care, feelings, freedom, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, identity, jealousy, lonely, longing, memory, missing you, patriotic, poems, relationship, sad love, soldier, usa,

Soldiers Girlfriend

I’m proud of the man in front of me

Dressed in his ACUs

But i miss the guy you use to be

Blue Jeans and your boots.

I miss the way you drive your truck

i miss the sweet soft stares.

I miss the man you use to be

I’m not sure hes still there


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, earth, gender, health, humor, integrity, love,

Fascism's Uncertain Patriotic Ring

Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.

Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe's WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles 
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.

Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively erasing
what EarthTribe optimal regenerators
are more matriotically embracing.


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: anniversary, baby, beauty, courage, girl, life, love, passion, patriotic, peace,

Spell Us Both

Betroth her to me,
If she will never stop amazing my spirit.
Bring her to me, 
If she will never stop beautifying my heart.
Hand her to me,
If she will never stop spoiling me with love.
Entrust her to me,
If she will never stop till she fight my war.
Leave her to me, 
If she will never wish for my death before the hour.
Send her to me,
Let our hands lock in wed.
Send her to me,
Let our oneness soul united.


Poem Details | by Divine Friday Idiong |
Categories: angst, patriotic, political, social,

I love My Country

Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that 
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected

The two other estates of the realm 
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.

The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.

And so nothing works anymore.

Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.

The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.

Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.


Poem Details | by Abby Mickler |
Categories: for him, heartbroken, i love you, leaving, love, patriotic, wife,

Never Leave Me

There I was in his arms
Warm and safe from all harm,
He kissed my cheek and fell to one knee
As he said the words "Will you marry me?".

One month later our wedding day came
And we joined as one to be the same,
But on our honeymoon he got a call
I fell to the floor and lost it all.

He solemnly explained that he had to go
"Go where?" I wept, "You can't, please, no!",
We hurried back home for him to catch his plane
He was now stationed to Iraq, how insane!

I watched as he took off and waved goodbye
I could not bear it, therefore I cried,
As the long hard days came and passed
I thought of him as long as each day'd last.

Six months dragged by and at the door a man knocked
He handed me a letter which badly of it I thought,
The letter broke my heart into a million pieces
And also left scratches, bruises, and creases.

He was pronounced missing in action
Missing from my heart were huge fractions,
But I knew one thing...I could not give up
I prayed and I paced but still no luck.

A few more weeks passed but I'd gotten no word
"What's going on?" I'd sob, "this is absurd!",
When at last I had lost all my hope
I no longer like this had to cope.

I walked outside and what did I see
A man's figure walking towards me,
Our eyes met distantly and he dropped his things
My heart doesn't ache, no longer does it sting.

There I was in his arms
Warm and safe from all harm,
I kissed his cheek as we fell to our knees
And I whispered the words "Please, never leave me!"


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: earth, environment, health, integrity, love, patriotic, psychological,

Patriotic Matriotism

Within tender vulnerable hearts
blossom loyal loves without,
so too
within grateful hearts
blossom honorable patriotism without
for a people of democratically cooperative integrity,
and also grace-filling sacred matriotism
for EarthTribes of domestic nutritional integration.

Both politically public sectors
and psychologically mindful 
egoLeft-ecoRight conscious
private sectors,
intimate
vulnerable
and not for sale or rent
sectors of polycultural right
and monoculturing wrong
hubris,
fake patriotism
without loyalty to underlying multiculturing wombs
fostering healthy integrating
nurturing
nutritious matriotism.

LeftBrain competitive patriotism,
nationalistic,
is mere exterior hypocrisy
without also Elder Sacred RightBrain
cooperative matriotic
MotherEarth's centering,
mindful,
egoLeft-ecoRight consciousness.

Vulnerable RightBrain spirits grow global polypathic love
as grateful LeftBrain dominant nations
regenerate Earth-patriotic matriarchal anthems,
love songs,
not just flags waving
but full-color solidarity banners dancing
with threaded bonds,
umbilical chords of harmonic rapture.

Why settle for merely patriotic nationalistic anthems
when we can sing multicultural love songs
of gratitude
for cooperative health-inducing EarthMother?
And Her honorable
grateful Daughters
and nobly patriotic Sons,
from generations past
for sacred regeneration futures
of deep learning
and cooperative bicameral listening.

Why do we RightWing pretend
our problems are lack of patriotism
when we both Left with Right Brains fly
through issues more cooperative
with underlying gratitude for Earth
gracefully paid forward?

Re-investing back
through (0)Sum timeless space
of positive equals notnot negative
spiraling 
fractal 
thermodynamic patriot-matriot balancing
secular/sacred 
ego/eco-place.

Of and for bilateral consciousness
politically empowering/psychological flow of nurturing gratitude
convex/concave
exterior Earth-climate covering integrity's interior landscapes
uncovering
discovering
recovering bilateral cultures of health.


Poem Details | by david bucknell |
Categories: love, patriotic,

coal to red dragon

Between the vale, the mountains that surround me,
The grass seems greener though the frost does slightly cover,
The mornings dew, drops as once did the tears from my eyes,
Like the winding trodden path, my life seemed to lead to nowhere,
Now like the mountains tree's, I'm standing tall and strong, 
Where once was trapped, You've opened the gate to pastures New,
Like the collieries, the mines which once was thriving with fuel, 
Now empty inside,lost and abandoned, no fuel to light the fire within,
Now there is fire, fueled from your words, your gentle soul provides, 
You've made me the red dragon, the symbol of hope, strength and pride...


Poem Details | by Subash Roy |
Categories: patriotic,

There's a man I love

 "There’s a man I love"

There’s a man who possessed in him
An ocean that showed millions of people
A sun for which all were ready to die
All men wanted to sacrifice their dreams
Because of the dream the man had
In his mind being all men’s dream

All the rivers flowing to the heart
Of the Bay of Bengal sang one song,
Here’s my blood ready for you
Birds learnt the only word red
Farmers forgot to earn their bread
Every heart then fighting for green
For Bengal the mother ever green

Then everyone knew the appearance
Of a giant figure having a roaring voice
Enchanting millions of people to make
Them forget their life own for their mother

Heavily all the long days of 71 went by
There’s no water around as the rivers
Died out of the thirst for a new sun
To rise with the new colour green

Then the long awaited sun rose
In the east of Bengal all could see
But the three millions who did want
The sun to rise but had no dream to see!

Subash Roy
Lecturer in English
UttarBangla College
Kakina, Lalmonirhat
Bangladesh
roy.subash@ymail.com
whatsapp: +08801715773226


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: patriotic,

Life and Love of Lincoln

>> Life and Love of Lincoln

>> Saw many waves of worthy slaves; 
>> One day will end up in their graves;
>> Before to each baby had given birth,
>> To those living life on this earth.

>> All grow up to be women and men;
>> Life's cycle started all over again;
>> Brought into world by their wives,
>> Who would welcome all new lives.

>> Out in cotton fields had been picking,
>> As hands of time did continue ticking;
>> Later off to church, they liked to go;
>> Sang so sweetly and faces did glow.

>> Anything, they surely would do,
>> Which made many dreams come true;
>> Some may seem small to you and me,
>> By slaves who wanted to be free.

>> Lincoln's legacy had been passed,
>> Created by him forever to last;
>> While watching a play on some stage,
>> Was killed by person with much rage.
 
>> Life and love of Lincoln lingers on;
>> Up into heaven, he now has gone;
>> When Gettysburg Address, we do say;
>> Voice of him can be heard everyday