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Sun Patriotic Poems | Sun Poems About Patriotic

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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

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail


Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
uncertainty
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
absolute. 
They move as one.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

Details | Blank verse | |

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 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