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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: america, angst, death, eulogy, horror, power, usa,

I Love Guns

I love Guns


Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too

Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!

Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun 
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction


And........any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack

Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right

Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns

By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights

I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is


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 Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: love, tribute, usa, veterans day,

Veterans Day - The Free Flow Style

~ Veteran's  Day  2016 ~
(Free  Flow  Style ) 


Heroes are very brave people,
They  do extraordinary things,
Folks who  hold a lit candle
In my heart they're blessings.

They serve  with so much pride and dignity.
They make  our lives easier and more comfy,
So many burdens and duties often they do carry,
To protect our enviroment and other countries.

So let’s observe this day today with a  moment of silence,
Let’s remember each and all, for their courage, valor, and their sacrifice
For all these brave  men and women sacrificed all that they knew  and more,
And in time of peace and war protected our shores from foes n' just about  all.

So this Veteran's Day, let’s unite, salute and bow our heads in respect and just pray,
For all our soldiers men, women who have died, n' for love n' peace to reign, soon one day.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015



November.11.2016



-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)

-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life
John 3:16 (NIV) 







Poem Details | by The Lonely Poet |
Categories: love, peace, racism, usa,

Together We Can

Can the Ameri-can
Love the Afri-can
Can the Afri-can
Love the Ameri-can
Can we all live together as one?
Yes! Together we can


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 Sandra Haight |
Categories: image, love, usa,

Betsy Ross


Betsy Ross


Betsy Ross of Colonial days
Could never imagine the ways
Our United States flag would be blessed
To fly on the Moon and Mount Everest.


Sandra MHaight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: (Your) Country 'Tis of Thee
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Judged: 09/06/2018

~1st Place~
Contest: Cleri-who?
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 06/02/2015


The Clerihew poem came about in the 1920's and is named after Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875–1956), the English writer who invented it The rhyming structure of the Clerihew poem is AABB 





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 Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: friendshipjuly, love, may,

Greetings To USA from India

 

To USA from India 

Greetings on your 235th Independence Day


You move ahead and move a little faster than before,

Your goals are still far ahead my friend,

Keep moving, even if you find the roads,

Not as smooth as it used to be in the past.

Just choose your new goals and friends carefully, and 

Be careful in selecting new Goals, 

Be very careful from those my friend,

Who may deceive or may overtake your good efforts,

While marching along with you on your way.



Some in this world still believe that everything is fare in War,

But unfortunately they do not believe               in Love at all.


You have to do lot many things my friend,

While shaping the dreams of your people, and

Sharing your love and goodwill with those,

Who are really your well wishers and friends, but may be they are not 

Walking with you,  every time you move on a new road
 


You have yet to win the hearts of many more,

Not by the powers of guns and your mighty force,

But by the power of freedom, Love and humanity and 

The will to save this beautiful Earth.




These efforts would ultimately set aside, everything else, and 

Would make your country not only prosperous and big

But a Great Nation in true senses, my friend.



On this wonderful great day 4th July,

We sincerely give you our Good Wishes and Greetings to you,

O’ My friend, USA.

Greetings 
On behalf of the peace loving people of my country India.


Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th July 2011

NOTE:
Greeting of 4th July to all my Poetry Soup friends.

I am posting this poem from a cyber café due to phone line problem.

 Ravindra 


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: celebration, history, love, usa,

Presidents Day - The Couplet Style

~President's Day~
(Rhyming couplet)


Today in the USA we honor two great men 
They both did wonderful deeds for our country, Amen

George Washington, is our founder father, 
Lincoln abolished slavery among brother

These two great men had very good intentions, 
They gave their all and meant to relieve tensions

They both believed in their hearts what was best, 
And fought for what was right and passed their test

In my heart I do really admire these two great men, 
They believed in something and acted on that back then

History praises and sees them as heroes today, 
They were great men, and get my respect in  every way



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010



February.20.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 





Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: love, memorial day, usa,

H e r o e s - The Free Style

~Heroes~ ( Free Style ) Heroes are very brave people, They do extraordinary things, Folks who hold a lit candle In my heart they're blessings. They serve with so much pride and dignity. They make our lives easier and more comfy, So many burdens and duties often they carry, To protect our environment and other countries. So let’s observe this day today with a moment of silence, Let’s remember each and all, for their courage and their patience. For these men and women sacrifice what they know and all, In time of peace and war protect our shores from foes and fall. So this Memorial Day, let’s unite and bow our heads and pray, For all our men and women, and for peace to reign, soon one day. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
May.28.2017 "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain-


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, god, grave, heartbroken, history, holocaust, hope, horror, irony, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, recovery from, religion, religious, snow, social, society, today, usa,

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soonCome “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now.. There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: love, memorial day, usa,

Lighting A Candle - A Word Sentence Acrostic Style

~Lighting A Candle~
(Word / Sentence  Acrostic )


LIGHTING a candle for all those who have died
A most thoughtful and kindly request done, since lighting a
CANDLE is the least, we can  do,
FOR those who have sacrificed their life and all, so
THOSE of us can live in a better place.Let’s remember those fallen heroes 
WHO have died in all the wars, who, 
HAVE fought so bravely in the name of love, peace & freedom and 
DIED.Let's never forget it and so let's pray for World peace.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005



May.30.2016



~Author's Notes:


My very humbled tribute to all the fallen war heroes.





Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: holiday, ireland, love, usa,

Very Happy St Patricks Day - The FreeStyle

~Very Happy StPatrick's Day~
(Free Style)


StPatrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green

They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks

StPatrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter

people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some also dance, have a ball

Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow

I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.


 

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010


March.17.2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 


Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe StPatrick's Day! 


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: holiday, love, tribute, usa,

Prayer For Those In The Armed Forces -The Candleholder Of Light Style

~Prayer For Those In The Armed Forces~ (Candleholder of Light) O God of Mercy To You I pray Give them courage When they come to You Heal within their soul Just make them whole Pain they've known Help when they're alone They're in combat zone And it can get so hard Difficult to see O God of mercy Come to their help Come to their help To You I pray Please hear their groan If hurting give them comfort They fight for freedom, help them thru O God of Mercy, to You I pray. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010
May.21.2016 -To you Lord, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God(Psalm 25:1-3) ~Author's Notes: The "Candleholder Of Light" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, love hurts, society, usa, war,

The 60's - MY BOW LEGGED GIRL

 MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL
    Lyons, Kansas, 1969
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 30 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 bites her toenails ev night just like you did mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.


Poem Details | by Chrissy Downing |
Categories: hope, love, sad, warheart, heart,

USA- Man in uniform

This was unexpected.
You, the man my heart seeks.
How could it be possible that it is true?
Is it happening?
For me and you?
A man in uniform.
I have fallen for.
Stupidly I let myself go.
Where no woman wants to go.
You could die in battle.
Be blown to smithereens.
Take a gunshot to the heart.
And bleed out.
But I can’t stop what is in progression.
They say the heart wants what the heart wants.
But do I want this?
No
YES.
My brain and heart battle.
Should I choose logic over my heart’s desire?
But how can I stop this fire?
To let romance and passion go denied.
It seems so wrong.
I know he’ll be in the military long.
So how long can I wait?
Is it destiny, maybe fate?
He is a good solider, he won’t break my heart.
But will I break his? 
Man In uniform, leaving for the army.
What would you do if I asked you to stay?
But I can’t
It would be dishonorable.
But the truth is.
I love you.
Man fighting for the red white and blue.



-Dedicated to loved ones who have someone fighting for the USA


Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, allusion, angel, anger, art, celebration, confusion, crazy, depression, desire, earth, emotions, fantasy, fear, feelings, freedom, god, grief, health, humanity, humorous, image, imagination, life, loneliness, love, magic, music, nonsense, peace, planet, political, poverty, power, pride, psychological, sound, space, spiritual, stars, stress, suicide, sympathy, teen, usa, wisdom, world,

An Aquarian Exposition

Take the pill
on the hill
and don't be shrill
when you see the rainbow
when you are low.
Just go with the flow
and eat the purple snow.
Chase the rabbits 
through the green field
but use my shield 
to end all of your habits.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, holiday, love, usa,

The American Flag - The Free Flow Style

~The American Flag~ 
(Free Flow Style) 


Our nations colors are always seen 
First of all for freedom's cause 
Touching us, moving us with every scene 
In history never taking a pause 

Flag that led us through many wars 
Glorious stars n' stripes spangled taking its toll 
In the end taking so much more 
Shedding heroes' blood upon many a shore 

With colors bright it's always there 
Symbolic cloth that our hearts adore 
With so much pride that we can wear 
And display with honor right by the door 

Glorious flag that makes us unite 
Filling us all with so much love 
Blessed One from the Mighty above 
Unfurled, still flying tall, on the wings of a dove



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2004 


July.04.2016 







Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, love, usa,

The American Flag - The Free Flow Style

~The American Flag~
(Free Flow)


Our nations colors are always seen
First of all for freedom’s cause
Touching us, moving us with every scene
In history never taking a pause

Flag that led us through  many wars
Glorious stars n' stripes spangled taking its toll
In the end taking so much more
Shedding heroes’ blood upon many a shore

With colors bright it’s always there
Symbolic cloth that our hearts adore
With so much pride that we can wear
And display with honor right by the door

Glorious flag that makes us unite
Filling us all with so much love
Blessed One from the  Almighty above
Unfurled, still flying tall, on the wings of a dove.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004



June.14.2016






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 Mike Conway |
Categories: africa, america, angst, bible, black african american, books, business, childhood, christian, conflict, dedication, desire, discrimination, dream, earth, emo, emotions, evil, father, god, history, how i feel, inspirational, jesus, journey, judgement, love, men, metaphor, spiritual, student, symbolism, usa, wisdom, words,

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: holiday, ireland, love, usa,

Very Happy St Paddys Day - The Hotan Style

~Very Happy StPaddy's Day ~ (Hotan) St.Paddys day's here Now a day to celebrate Wear all green, laugh, eat, dance Just have fun To sound of music With nice tune Smile and be happy Wishing you today great time Just wear something green or you'll get pinched. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
March.17.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain


Poem Details | by A. Juman |
Categories: bird, food, freedom, i love you, love, usa,

Said the USA

Said the U.S.A.
We soaring on three set of wings
Eagle! Our strength
Dove! Our compassion
Turkey! Our sustenance  
Tell us not to choose our demise
Together we shall never fall
Indeed we are the greatest of nations

© AJuman - The "said" poet 11/7/2015     


Poem Details | by diane henning |
Categories: faith, father, life, love, passion, sea, thank you, sweet, sweet,

The smell of sweet sweet Victory WAR of USA 2007

For we are not Rome, mulucted, rustic, for we maudlin
NA NA, Hey, Jehova, Sweet odor of well, perfumes of
Victory, Creator Brithday, 4 of July, Blast stars and
stripes, sweet smells of Victory, red white and Blue
Angels Victory, the soldier Victory, as Bombs blast in
air land the seas and yes oceans we laugh Victory
we dance Victory, we sing Victory.


Poem Details | by Dina Televitskaya |
Categories: friendship, war, love, time, usa, war,

From Russia with love!( for 4 July)

Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear and asked my father:
" Daddy, will it be war? The USA will throw bombs?"
But he calmed me, he spoke,
"New war with the USA will not be".
I trusted my father - he was at war in 1941 with Hitler and knew all about war.
At that time I could not even imagine 
that I might have so much love of the USA in my heart.
My first love - the American literature:
Mark Twain, Jack London, Ray Bradbury
My further American love - Samantha Smith.
The little girl from the state of Maine.
She too was afraid of war, as I sometime.
She has written to our president a letter,
And he invited her to Moscow.
All Russia loved this wonderful girl.
Now many people here still are afraid.
Many think that the USA is our enemy.
If they could know 
about my wonderful American friends!
Poets and children's writers,
Simple  American people.
They so are similar to Russian people.
They write verses and prose,
They fall in love and celebrate each weekend,
They are pleased and suffer - similarly to us.
At very hard time in my life
God has given me the true friends from the USA.
I so love them! 
I pray for them, and I ask God
to pardon them and protect from illnesses and troubles.
I like the USA, and I suffer because of impossibility to visit there.
My dear Americans!
I wish you happiness, good health and well-being!
Today, in Day of Independence celebrated in the USA.







Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, freedom, imagination, immigration, love, usa,

Miss Liberty

                                                                                                                                                                                       
I am deeply honored to have been visited by more than three million people.
For more than one hundred years I have stood on Liberty Island facing the AtlanticWith glee and gladness, I have welcomed the poor and the tired, the homeless and the hopefuls                                                                       

With my left hand I have graced the tablet documenting the date of your independenceWith my right hand, I am privileged to  faithfully hold that coveted torch above my headAt my feet as you can see, there is no fancy foot wear, but broken chainsLiberty from oppression is my prayer for those who come to this great land                                                                                                     

It's understandable that by necessity, times and laws of immigration have changedMoreover, with these eyes I see that not everyone passing me is looking to do good thingsI am the lady robed in freedom with a heart of gold and standing more than one hundred and fifty feet tallBeneath my feet I see waterways and ships from afar; but presently, I see no walls                                                                                                            

It is my hope that all will understand that I do not symbolize the highway to greed and riches, but a pathway forward to new and noble opportunities.

08142017PSContest, Artwork, Lewis Raynes                                         
Chosen 'artwork', The Statue Of Liberty; Source, Wikipedia


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, growing up, health, history, integrity, love, usa,

Summer of '67

My canopy of early summer sounds
in 1967
was as intimate as adolescent knowledge
might ever become.

My sixteenth summer
sweetly smiled with driver's permit,
my first job,
economic promise while the Beach Boys
and the Beatles sang a rainbow
of boy band diversity,
sang stories of straight white male revolutions,
evolutions of June firefly evenings
resounding bullfrog and cricket background vocals
on our family farm,
where good Christian Republicans
longed for good old Eisenhower years
when Father was wise
and always knew best,
and Vietnam was no more than an acrid draft
of wasted social
financial
political
environmental
nutritional capital,
not yet fully present.

This summer of 1967
was when I knew both anguish of embodied defeat,
hopelessly homosexual,
and yet poignancy of emerging mystical wonder
about what this could mean
fifty years from now.

I could not help fantasizing
how Paul and Art
might not only sing,
but dance, in poignant harmonies.

And,
as much as I laughed and loved and longed
to hear Stevie Wonder wondering
and Otis Redding wanting,
Marvin Gaye worshiping,
I so wished they could sound even better
with me.

Joni Mitchell
and Joan Baez
and Judy Collins,
like John Lennon,
were compelled to write and speak and sing
songs of love as freedom
growing transcendent 
yet deeply fertile 
Aquarian promise.

A promise bombed out
by uncivil wars
bound by fear of egocentered failure.
Fear our parents,
and half of my junior year classmates,
found compelling enough to throw away dollars
to build and buy
and transport
and explode bombs and bullets and boys,
nearly oblivious to hundreds of thousands of innocent men
and mothers
and children wiped out
by a mere strategic choice
to cover partisan ass
as the biggest baddest bully
on Earth's shrinking block.

I didn't blame him,
but when I called James Taylor
to rescue the Johnson and Nixon White Houses,
he did not come,
as promised,
to rescue me,
to remind us about our friend and family connections
across cosmic time
and Earth's regenerate space.
A great ballad was just not enough.

In June of '67
I was singing both "I Believe"
and "Love is Blue"
with equally honest passion
and thriving off a translucent vulnerable cover song
between these two impossibly incommensurable positions,
surrounded by straight evangelical predators,
sniffing for pinko faggot weakness.

I was so guilty
yet so in love with rightness
and ripeness
of my generation's possibilities
for revolutionary integrity,
drawing together economic health
with political wealth
in some new golden ruling age
of relentlessly cooperative incorporation
and association
and ownership
and self-governance.

In this early summer of 1967
Martin and Bobby still walked with us
and one still dreamed he might see
someone who looked and thought and felt like him
as President one day
and the other I dreamed would become President
while I was still a high school junior.

So much devastation and disappointment followed.
It took at least a decade
and hundreds of thousands of human lives
treated like conscripted fodder
for nationalistic hubris of false pride
to arrive at the very treaty
our Vietnamese opponents had originally demanded.
And long before anyone from the U.S.
had been drafted and killed
for this offensive cause
of nationalistic non-defense.

Other health care and defense abuses
and losses
followed.
Neglect of women's health.
Pedagogical loss of children's deep ecological listening opportunities
to nondually co-arise with Earth's polyphonic voices,
resources of multiculturing nutrition.

Yet I have these summer of '67 memories
when,
for one diastatic season,
my revolutionary age on planet Earth
stood between despair of guilt
for what and whom I could never become
and celebrating hope for joy
of what we might yet reweave
timelessly singing and dancing
chanting and drumming
revolutioning and evolutioning together.


Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: love, words, heart, pain, dream, lost, dream, heart, lost, love, usa, i love you,

Hurricane

  
She looks in the mirror 
The smile won't go away 
She knows he's coming 
Flying in from the usa 
  
She got anticipations 
Growing in her eyes 
Her face lights up 
 Continental airlines in the skies 
  
They look at each other 
Both lost for words 
Their hearts are screaming 
But it can't be heard 
  
  
And loves  emotions 
No longer can be denied 
Their love crash together 
Like a hurricane outside 
  
She holds his hands 
His heart's beating so fast 
Can't believe his wishes 
Are coming true at last 
  
He dream of this day 
For so  long to come
To be with his true love 
Here in the United Kingdom 
  
  
 Talking on the beach 
No longer need the phone 
She turns to him and 
  Said welcome home 
  
 he feels a natural mystic 
 Like the morning dew 
When she said the words 
 I love you 
  
And he tries to be cool 
Like the falling rain 
But in his heart 
Was a Raging hurricane 
  
When love comes 
You don't feel pain 
But you know it's strong 
Like a hurricane 
  
Dreams will be dreams 
Until you make it come true 
But you will find the real one 
Even if you lost quite a few 
  
A heart is strong 
Design to take pain 
Because sometimes 
Love brings a hurricane 
  
She fell asleep now 
In his arms she lay 
And his heart still feeling 
The hurricane from today 
  
Then the alarm when off 
His eyes open in bed 
 Disappointment on his face 
It was just a dream in his head 
  
He's still here in the USA 
And she,s in a town in Wales 
And  down in Florida 
A hurricane comes in magnitude scale


Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: family, life, love

Preborn in The USA

                          
                            You
                          and your
                        brothers and
                      sisters are now
  missed most dearly, one million strong yearly.
        'tis more than a loss, t'is a holocaust.
                     Wisdom dictates
                         love is life.
                           We miss
                              you.




for Brian Strand's "Rondel"


Poem Details | by John Scotter |
Categories: anger, anxiety, evil, grief, heartbreak, sad love, usa,

Resentment and Rage

Resentment and Rage

Such a sweet lady
Chatters away on messenger and WhatsApp maybe
Becomes a life line of care
Both ways we share

Closer and closer we fall
My soul, I gave her my all
Looking forward to a future of union

Love in versions not mine
Sends out words to define
Differences to great
Love so pure, no hate

Without a word gone
Stab in the back, cast aside
No explanation from her side

Resentment, anger, hurt and rage
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