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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


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I dream of a great and distant place

I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key 
There are many fears I have to face 

Meadow, temple, goddess of grace 
Wending brook, glittering tree 
I dream of a great and distant place 

It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face 

Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea 
I dream of a great and distance place 

To these enchanted thoughts I race 
From the staleness of now I flee 
There are many fears I have to face 

With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase 
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me 
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face 


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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Land in White

I see a land completely all in white Secluded by the trees and the bushes This place is grand seeming a holy sight It’s not like snow or powder in some night The land is quietly filled with shushes I see a land completely all in white The woods holds the mystery of delight Will the fairy that made this give wishes The place is grand seeming a holy sight There are spots illuminated by light The whiteness is bright and filled with lushes I see a land completely all in white No creature here really wants to fight Glory emphatic is great in thrushes The place is grand seeming a holy sight White seems to sure make everything just right Not a plant carries or surely crushes I see a land completely all in white The place is grand seeming a holy sight
Contest: Fantasy Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 6/20/2013


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Across the Globe in Haiti --for contest

In Haiti, the wind rushes through a tent's holes, and it trembles like a dying reed,
Even a toddler, a quake orphan, can see that the foreigner is sick at the sight,
"Quelle est avarice?"  The tot's aunt cries, "She asks, Sir, 'WHAT IS GREED'?"

Across the globe, a teen flips her long hair, finally from her ponytail freed,
She boasts, "He charged me a hundred bucks, but check out these highlights."
In Haiti, the wind rushes through a tent's holes, and it trembles like a dying reed. 

Across the globe, a ring is flaunted, its wearer can't see how her jewels bleed,
Her father slaps her fiance's back, "Worth it, son, for a vision in white."
"Quelle est avarice?"  The tot's aunt cries, "She asks , sir, 'WHAT IS GREED'?"

Across the globe, a man snorts to his wife, "Let's go! A dream home, Indeed!"
She turns to the agent, " No, kitchen isle? Where's this so called 'cook's delight'?"
In Haiti, the wind rushes through a tent's holes, and it trembles like a dying reed.

Across the globe, a party is planned. "Champagne, flutes, what else do I need?"
"Oh! Of course, brie," the heiress adds to her list. "I want to get everything right."
"Quelle est avarice?"  The tot's aunt cries, "She asks, Sir, 'WHAT IS GREED'?"

Across the globe is the lie we tell ourselves that permits our souls to secede,
Generations to come will weep at how little we did and then rightfully indict,
In Haiti, the wind rushes through a tent's holes, and it trembles like a dying reed,
"Quelle est avarice?"  The tot's aunt cries, "She asks, Sir, 'WHAT IS GREED'?"








***For the 'Villanelle Me' contest by Catie Lindsey


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Plans

Why is it so difficult to get away?
The lists, the luggage from last summer’s trip....
The sun’s above the trees, and still we stay.

A highway beckons like a right-of-way;
a destination holds us in its grip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

The beach, a skyline, theme park, and a play:
the planned vacation launches like a ship.
But sunlight sweeps the drive, and still we stay.

A single task yet unresolved; we lay
aside the silken sleeve with a tiny rip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

And now the cat curls about your ankle, gray
as grief at being left. A fingertip
of sun has touched the glass, and still we stay.

Our shadows on familiar walks may prey
on lengthened absence. An eyelid’s slip.
Why is it so difficult to get away
as sun nods into afternoon? And still we stay.