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Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.


Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.



United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.

Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.

He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man

Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..

Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be

Copyright © C.L. Baker | Year Posted 2013

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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

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Patriotic Bliss

patriotic bliss--
when all Americans know 
national anthem

Copyright © Cathy Ncube | Year Posted 2011

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They're all just out here rolling
And they're burning again.
We got their heat higher than it's ever been.
Cause we're so unconstitutional.
We're just so unconstitutional.

O say! Can you see
In the dawn's early light?
What so proudly we've hid in the dark of the night?
That we're so unconstitutional!
We're so unconstitutional!
We're just so unconstitutional!

We got 'em rolling.
We got 'em burning.
We got their heat on high.
They'll keep on loving.
They'll keep on breathing.
We'll keep their heat on high.
Cause we're so unconstitutional!
We're just so unconstitutional.
It's all unconstitutional!
© Ron arbuthnot

lYRIC TO A new rock song, that just simply wrote itself. I could not, not write this song. Ron Wilson akd Ron Arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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I Don't Need Drugs

The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.

Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.

Poet till I die.

Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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A Lady Waits

A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”

-	E. V. Wyler -

Copyright © Elizabeth Wyler | Year Posted 2015

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Vive le CANADA Libre

translation below

Vive le CANADA Libre
Toujours merveilleux
Toujours grand
Toujours libre
Terre de libertés
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays

plus d'informations

PKP est le surnom d'un fameux séparatiste qui veut se présenter à la direction du parti québécois. Même s'ils se proclament séparatistes, ce sont en réalité tous des traitres.
un mot plus juste..

À ne pas confondre avec le grand joueur de hockey, PK Suban!

Long Live Canada
Always beautiful
Always grand
Always free
Land of liberty
PKP, PKP,  never steal my Country
PKP, PKP,  never steal my Country

PKP is the nickname for Pierre Karl Peladeau, a Quebec seperatist

Copyright © Etienne Lariviere | Year Posted 2014

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Sun, Sand and Sea

Read to the melody of “Rum and Coconut Water”

Doctor, will you help me out 
can you send me back The Bahama Islands
for I need to go back to those sunny isles
because I need a soak at Saunders Beach

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea !
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

I want go back to the Bahama Islands
because it’s my home sweet home
and it’s the land that God consecrated  us
with transparent seas and limestone cays

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

I love my country The Bahamas
where we can get sun sand and sea
I will always be a loyal Bahamian
and pledge my allegiance to the banner of  gold, black and aquamarine

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

I want to go back to the Bahama Islands
because Miami doesn’t agree with me 
I want to stay in the 242 zone
where I can climb up the coconut trees

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea !
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

In Miami they have Flo-Rida
but The Bahamas have The Baha Men
I can dance the conch style and the heel and toe
at the Goombay Summer Festival

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea !
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

When I go back to The Bahama Islands
I will never abandon the 242 zone
I will forever have the gold, black and aquamarine
drizzling down my blood vessels

I need sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea!
sun, sand and sea !
for God created a dreamland in paradise!

                                                                        Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015

Copyright © Mia A.S. Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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unnecessary chains

driving home
another late shift 
work long hours just 
to make dues
when the money I received 
gets paid back to you. 
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him 
to slayer. 
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game. 
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger. 
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.

Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2013

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Divide us? You try
The forces that be
Creating turmoil and strife

Not even attempting
At making amends
For disruption of every ones life

Divide us? You try
The forces that be
Creating more suffering and pain

Turning a blind eye
Feign the unknowing
Your efforts are all done in vain

Divide us?  You try
The forces that be
There is no mistaking your aim

The masses are waking
They're going to resist
When they win it won't be the same.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Echoes In the Wind

Ancestors who braved the seas
Just wanting to be free
From the line in the sand at Bunker hill
To the conflicts today that test our will
Echoes in the wind
Cries and screams of dying men
Listen with your heart
To the limbs and lives torn apart

Look toward the sky
With reddened watery eyes
Then kneel and ponder with awe and wonder
Our courageous brave men that have died
Echoes in the wind
Listen with your heart

In solemn solitude
A debt of gratitude
A debt yet paid to the men that laid
Their lives on the line for you
Echoes in the wind
Listen with your heart

We ask the powers that be
the day of accountability
momentarily pause, consider the cause
Please take their souls with thee
Echoes in the wind
Cries and screams of dying men
Listen with your heart
To the the limbs and lives torn apart

Help us pay the debt we owe
Please take their brave and wounded souls
Echoes in the wind

           Dedicated to all veterans living and dead.
   National poetry contest submission under my pen name "poemdog"
        written 2015 while watching "The Longest Day"

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Begging for Apologies

What are people waiting for? They're yelling, can you hear?
They're wanting an apology, I'm offended that is clear
I'm nor inferring anything, to make my point to you
Some people turn a blind eye, and at times a deaf ear too
You really must be thinking, why care about the Vet
You think the more important point, what immigrants should get

Forget about the homeless Vets, (they helped to make you free)
Fight for rights of immigrants, they want it all, you'll see
No, we're not talking all of them, but take a look around
I mean throughout the USA, assimilation can't be found
They're ethnic tight communities, you wouldn't dare move there
Our Government's not mandating, they open up and share

It really took us quite a while to share with everyone
and after many years of strife, it finally has been done
Discrimination ads are airing, Government plans today
each and every block must mix, throughout the USA
Forget the Middle-Easterners , their communities stay intact
they need not ever mix with us, our Government speaks, that's fact

They scream "Islamic-phobia" what right have we to judge 
like other groups from years now past, some will hold a grudge
The danger comes as time goes by, their conscience guides their way
they feel compelled to wage their war, so expect them any day
Don't even try to change their mind, their path is carved in stone
our way of life they can't accept, our peace they won't condone.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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The Winds Of War

The Winds Of War 

The winds of war are not gentle nor soothing
 Like a caressing southern breeze
 But unruly, brutal and hell driven
 Doing as they damn well please
 And their pleasure is savagely sadistic
 Draped in inhuman desire
 They will rip the heart from a patriot's chest
 And fill wounds with their venomous fire
 And if you are among the fortunate
 Who live to recall their slaughtering ways
 Sleep won't come easy .....
 In loneliness you will wander in a cloud of blinding haze
 The winds of war leave nightmares to haunt you
 Scars bleeding tears scalding with little or no release
 True love alone holds the authority to command winds of war to cease.
 by Joan Donnelly Ellis 01/14/'16

Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2016

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Reality Check

My president does not believe
that terror, is Islam based
Without the courage to say the words
he struggles to save face

Can't bring himself to say the words
what's in his heart won't die
The veil of ignorance (he assumes)
the world knows it's a lie

Pretending there is nothing wrong
we are put in peril each day
His ties to countries (not our friends) 
just keep us in harms way

Golf and Dancing, TV shows
Baseball games and such
Take a front seat in his life
terrorism? not as much

The people that he entertains
have his back (his way)
White House quests are radical pests
they divide us every day

The welfare of America
gathers dust on a back shelf
While he works hard on his legacy
just to satisfy himself

He has no worries, he feels safe
and knows when he is gone
He will be over looked by those 
with the coming of the dawn.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Too many people hoping now, and wishing things would change
afraid the Five still in the race are acting pretty strange
They can't believe what's going on, dishonesty brings shame
pass the buck to someone else, when they're the ones to blame

Party doesn't matter much, they are cut-throat as can be
Republican or Democrat, they none will keep us free
The Socialist, the Billionaire, the Con-Man, or the Gal
no matter who, no matter what, they none will call you pal

It's called "I'm in it for myself", you're never on my mind
the changes to America are not your choice you'll find
The Illegals? They'll go no where, that means they're here to stay
Immigrants? There is nothing changed, you better start to pray

We don't like Talking Politics, sometimes it must be done
there could be Off Shore Bank Accounts, one day they'll want to run
Who knows for sure what's on their minds, could one day be like Greece
or Libraries with lots of cash, Donations just a Fleece

A building fifty stories tall, a marquee at the top
First Lady on a Wall Street Board, the games will never stop
A plan by Socialist Design, and E-Mails full of flaws
our Country must resist the urge, and live by all our laws

A very trying time's ahead, do not let down your guard
soon you'll have to make a choice and it may be very hard
The easy part that you decide, a fence down on the border
The hardest part? Fighting back, against the New World Order.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Soldiers fighting for a cause,
never to put their lives on pause.
My sorrow goes out to them,
always fighting time and again.
So much thanks from my heart,
staying alert from the start.
No words can ever express,
the appreciation of your success.
Men of bavery for a good deed,
always seeming to succed.
God gave you strength to march on,
every day, dusk to dawn.
Every battle that you fight,
ever so wrong, yet so right.
And so as this world goes,
from weapons that you shoot.
You're our Soldiers, our Hero's,
America give them a salute.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Forces of the United States,
read the list and see.
Just exactly what it takes,
of men and women with bravery.
Men of the Air Force in the sky,
watch over troops as they march by.
Marines on the shores where they land,
enter combat hand in hand.
Navy men on the seas,
arm their ships in the breeze.
Riding the waves oh so high,
keeping on course on the rough ride.
Men in combat in the Army,
dedicated to protect from the enemy.
The coast Gaurd watch over shores.
leaving no open sea doors.
Green Beret take the test,
silver wings earned, their America's Best.
Stars and Stripes wave each day,
freedom from Soldiers of the U.S.A.

                     God Bless our troops, bring them home!

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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mirror of war

No footprints go beyond it
Ain’t that enough sir 

But I’m hanging tough 
Breaking the branches, off
Your family tree.

Day, by, day, by, day,
I eat the dirt
Make me blow my brains out 
Or I’ll point it at you.

Day, by, day, by, day,

No footsteps go beyond it 
Ain’t that enough sir.

Copyright © charlotte prentis | Year Posted 2016

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December 13th came to be,
the end of the man hunt of history.
In the town of Tikrit, like a mole,
hiding in his "Spider Hole."
No longer able to escape,
was a coward resigned to his fate.
Thinking as himself so bold,
for 35 years with Iraq's hold.
No longer punished or terrorized,
from this animal they despised.
Journalists shout his name,
"Death and down with Saddam Houssein."
Not a shot fired from our armies,
to capture a coward so diseased.
Guns fired just for fun,
from Iraq's people of celebration.
The town of Tikrit rid of scars,
U.S. Soldiers lit their cigars.
Again able to stand strong,
from the Victory of "Operation Red Dawn."

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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I've never had a 4th July

I've never had a 4th July;
never seen the flag with stars and stripes.
I sit in this boat by Bartholdi's monument...
The Statue of Liberty wants me to arrive.

I'll live in New York, and eke existence
while waiting to climb up greasy pole...
Then will be a June and then July,
thus one, two, three, a fourth...

On the 4th, I shall wave my flag to you,
and be on the highest skyscraper known to man.
I'll grab a stranger's hand and sing your anthem,
still waving jolly flag with all its stars.

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015