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Patience

PATIENCE

We hear that patience is a virtue 
Is this true, or simply virtual reality 
When leaders are teaching our youth; 
do as I say, not as I do 
Regression to a version of the American 
truth

Impatience is becoming intolerance 
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance 
In a blind world conforming to violence 
Very few see need for benevolence

Many view crime as way of life 
Government fuels fires, causing strife 
Committing true crime with their lack of 
pride 
Our country torn by those who lied

Promoting bigotry and distaste for the 
unknown
 But these days color and homosexuality 
are lactose free 
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem, 
clearly 
Love is love, embrace the hate 
Hold it tightly until it sees the light

Peace pushed just beyond our reach 
We realize that “hope and change” was 
just a speech 
Wars raging through the land we call 
home 
In God we trust, not this powerful regime

Speak out now with virtuous impatience 
Change is change no matter how small 
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance 
and grace 
Serve what you stand for, no time left to 
waste


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Soldier: An Emblem of Sacrifice

We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate 
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
	
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.

Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor 
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing 
To be you- A SOLDIER......




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Veterans Day

VETERANS DAY

Our country, however described,
Is still our land, A Gift from God.
It to be defended by the able,
The land where Patriots trod.

Increasingly we express our love,
Especially those who have served.
This is our native land,
More that we deserve.

God made the country,
Man took control.
What wonder then we are in turmoil,
It tears my very soul.

Our home is a philosopher's dream,
He thinks he is in command.
But if he did not defend it in uniform,
He does not deserve this land.

He reads and contemplates the power,
The vast garden does bestow.
But he abuses its very foundation,
He just will never know.

It took our loyal ones in uniform,
To stand brave and tall.
To show those who would harm us,
They were headed for a fall.

Thank God for our military,
Remember those who gave their life.
Plus those who retired with honor,
We did our best and bore the strife.

One nation under God,
Let us not forget.
He still is the One in charge,
He hasn't left us yet.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN, MSgt USAF, Retired


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THE LAST PATRIOT

THE LAST PATRIOT
"Let all the ends thou aimest at, by thy country, Thy God, and Truths.  Shakespeare

The bugler played Taps,
Shoes glistened in the sun.
Uniforms worn with pride,
To honor the last one.

Washington, Jefferson, Adams and more,
A new republic for all.
Their lives, family and fortune,
Risked so we would not fall.

A call to arms dear patriot,
A nation to defend.
Many would die for freedom,
They fought to the end.

We were torn asunder,
Our roots pulled apart.
The North and South in battle,
Tore at our country's heart.

The leaders from one land,
Called to calm the world.
We sent our finest,
Victory certain when our flag unfurled.

The greatest inventions known to man,
Came from the USA.
We shared with our friends,
To bring a better day.

An election changed things,
A leader for himself.
Destroyed al we love,
Denied a chance for wealth.

Foreigners tell us what to do,
Control our daily life.
We buried the last patriot,
We now live in fear and strife.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN
United States Air Force, Retired


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A Woman Warrior's Soliloquy

My country, the U.S.A. is not for men only but for all Her children 
and that’s why I joined the military to protect this beautiful country 
from all the foes who surround us.

To defeat the enemies 
who wanted to quench the ever-burning torch 
that our Lady of Liberty holds high in the air
I joined the military with pride.

Whether they are visible or not,
I must keep my vigilant eyes on enemies
go and attack their fortress before they attack us,
make them fall to the ground before they harm our Lady 
who stands tall by the eastern shore of this beautiful country.

As a woman,
I know there are many different ways to serve the country 
with feminine trends, do good to the society, add something 
to make better for the future generations to come, 

I chose to wear a military uniform, nonetheless.
Because I heard the horrible story of Peal Harbor
from my grandpa when I was a little girl,
I witnessed the fall of the Twin Towers
and the death of many innocent lives 
only because they were American,
only because this country is unbearably beautiful 
to the eyes of those covetous enviers.

I understand that 
from the beginning of the history of our nation 
to this critical hour of war on terror,
many lives were sacrificed to keep America strong,
there were many men and women who fought to keep America 
as the country with the spirit of unyielding,
and that’s why I joined the military.

I am a proud daughter of America
the most beautiful country in the world.
I am a uniformed service woman of America
the mightiest country on earth.

Let us keep America for the people of America,
let us make our Star-Spangled Banners flutter 
on the top of our nation’s highest mountains forever. 


*For International--exclusively for U.S., Women's Day 

		


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Thanksliving 2014

THANKSLIVING 2014
"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28

Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.

The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.

Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.

Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.

Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.

One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.

Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN


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MY LOST LEGACY

My Lost Legacy

At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley
Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue
Dishes once prepared for celestial wedding but poured in adieu 
Into its mouth, as sand, shells and beads, in repeated dilly-dally.

At the land’s end I stand, like rishi Agastya, who captured
Whole River in his rage, once stood here on mission to level
Peninsula Bharat as world converged for Siva’s marital revel
In Himalayas; if crow marooned his rage, row my riches ruptured.

At the land’s end I stand, like Parasurama who in a sober mood
Once wielded his axe pushing Arabian Sea to make a land, lush
With peppers, heating even snake Vasuki to vomit in holy blush;
If paternal command made his matricide, fratricide pursued our feud.

At the land’s end I stand where once stood Ramakrisna’s disciple
After stirring conscience of world in Chicago; beyond here was held
Assembly of great litterateurs ere the second was in temple city held;
If ocean immersed my land and literature, emotion forged our typal.

At the land’s end I stand still, as hands of time forever pull sun
From eastern bay in its zeal of morn, only to push it down western
Sea sealing day on its rolling wheel; legacy once to powers western
I lost; I seek once again, striving with vigor tirelessly like the sun.



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That Frightful Day

That Frightful Day

It was Tuesday, 
The world was told.
That terror filled the skies,
With murder cold and bold.

Americans are secure,
Our world is safe we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.

September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shores.
Turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace, forevermore.

The eleventh day began the same,
With warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
It was the year double o' one.

What were those planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low?
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
All would surely know.

New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.

Americans are now united,
Our new-found faith will stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.

God gave His Son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
Love and understanding,
If His glory we employ.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN


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America 101

America 101
By Curtis Johnson

When I was born in 1949, Harry Truman was the President of The United States.  Of course I do not personally remember him.  Mr. Truman was followed by Mr. Dwight Eisenhower, but I don’t remember him either.  However, the first President that I recall was Mr. John Kennedy who was elected in 1960.  Therefore, in my lifetime I have experienced 12  U. S. Presidents, 10 of which I remember from my childhood of about 10 years of age until the present.  I am now 65 years of age.   

I am by no means a historian, but I have been consciously engaged as an American for more that 50 years.    If  I were asked to summarize America in relation to the life, times, and events of the last 10 Presidents, I would entitle my summary  America 101.  This narrative would cover the period from 1960 to the present 2015.     

If  I were an artist, the portrait would be filled with blood, weapons of war, some symbol of measured peace, government spent dollar bills, aborted babies, new cars, fine homes, and other symbols of prosperity, the homeless and unemployed people, stock markets of bulls and bears, airplanes flying into twin towers.  The list could be endless.   But I am neither historian nor artist, but please allow me to demonstrate in ‘a first person format’ as best I can.  The portrait in words would be as follows:

My name is John F. Kennedy, and as president of the United States, I challenged my fellow Americans with just a  few and simple words.   I said, “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”.   I faced a huge crises with the Soviet Union over missiles being shipped and set up in Cuba.   I stood up to the threat and potential war was averted.   

As President, I was commander-in-chief and fought two wars.  I fought the war in Vietnam and the war on poverty.  I’m sorry to say that I lost them both.   I pushed for and signed into law civil rights bills, and I implemented several antipoverty programs.  I declined to run a second term.  My name is Lyndon B. Johnson

As President I took foreign policy seriously and opened up China.  On the home front I sought to establish law and order.  I know that I caused a lot of problems, but I told the American people, “I’m no crook”.  I was elected two terms, but I resigned midway through my second term.  My name is Richard Nixon.

I became your President, but I was never elected by you.  I served for a short period, and I did my best by seeking to united the American people.  I pardoned  President Nixon to bring stability to my country.
For many years I served as Senator from the State of Michigan.  My name is Gerald Ford.

I was born again, and I promised America that I would not lie.  I worked hard for peace in the Middle East.  However, I failed in my attempt to free the hostages in Iran.   I was also a peanut farmer and a Governor of the State of Georgia.  My name is Jimmy Carter.

By the time I became your president I was close to 70 years of age, but I did free the hostages.  I taught that in foreign policy, we needed to ‘trust but verify’.  I said to the President of Russia, “Tear down these walls”.
By the time I left office, those walls came tumbling down.   My name is Ronald Reagan.

When Iraq attacked Kuwait, I united a lot of countries to stop his advance.  I insisted on establishing world order and forced Sadam Housan to leave Kuwait.  The American people loved me for that.  Nevertheless, when the American economy started to deteriorate, my popularity began to unravel.  I said for the people to “read my lips”.  They read my lips and denied me a second term as President.   My name is George Bush.

In my administration, the U.S. economic was turned around.  I did not tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God, but I was right about “The Economy Stupid”.   My name is Bill Clinton.

When asked what I wanted  to do in Iraq, I repeatedly said time and time again, “Regime change”.  I finally went to war against Iraq and Saddam Hussein.  I drove him out of office and forced him to be brought to justice.  On the home front the American economy grew sour.  The war was frustrating and longer that I had hoped, but I held to my convictions and was elected to a second term.   My name is George W. Bush.

By the time I was elected to office, the American economy was in shambles, and it would get far worse before it got better.  I came to the oval office with the idea of bringing hope to the American people.  We found and killed Osama Bin laden and brought most of our soldiers home from Iraq.  I have been spending more money that anyone in the history of the world.  We did bail outs, loans, takeovers, grants, and we even helped to stabilize the stock market.  My administration brought healthcare to the forefront, and a national program is underway.  It is very costly, and there is much controversy over my healthcare program.
My administration is still in progress, and I guess only history will reveal the success or failure of all we are doing.   We are still hoping.  My name is Barack Obama.  cj06152015


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The Quest For President

The Quest For President
By Curtis Johnson

O ye of fame, favor, and faith                                                                                                          O ye of power and great intent                                                                                                        O ye of power and endless egos
Hear ye what history has spoken                                                                Hear ye well, for we are hoping
Seek not to change our yesterdays                                                               Seek not to sell impossible tomorrows                                                          Sow purity, honesty, wisdom, and truth today
Share with us your very best
Show and tell your visions of success
Speak of life, liberty, and happiness
Stand boldly, strong, and lead us wisely
If you do these things sincerely
You will become more than just a President
And if your presidential quest should fail
You will have supremely succeeded

Cj060507


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THAT FRIGHTFUL DAY - 911

THAT FRIGHTFUL DAY

It was a Tuesday,
The world was told.
Terror filled the skies,
Murder cold and bold.

Americans are secure,
Our world is safe, we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.

September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shore.
With turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace forevermore.

The eleventh day began the same,
Warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
In the year twenty double o' one.

What were these planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low.
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
Then all would surely know.

New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.

Americans are now united,
Our newfound faith must stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.

God gave His son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
With love and understanding,
If His Glory we employ.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN