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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

Details | Senryu | |

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

Details | I do not know? | |

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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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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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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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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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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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