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Veteran's Day Tribute - Hotan

~Veteran's Day Tribute~ (Hotan) It's Veteran's day Today we honour all the Living military veterans For they do Today remember Their bravery And their sacrifice We're so proud of all American Veterans from all wars They keep us safe, free. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2015
November.11.2015 ~Authors Notes: ~On November, 11, 2015... here in the USA, we celebrate "Veteran's Day" Please remember and pay honor to all our American men and women in the Military, the Air force, the Navy etc...from the very long past, to the present and future generations. They sacrifice a lot and some have sacrificed it all ...they give it all they have... and too many have given it their all....their own very lives. Please support all our American troops in any way you can not just this day, today, but everyday.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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A Gem Over Waters

Blank, silent sight, fretted the gods,
Nowhere in the horizon, a living thing abides;
Handfuls of soil, they carry in the air,
Poured as seeds ‘till a haven molds there.

Land of the Morning, Pearl of the Orient,
So called the Philippines, the name I am sent;
Seated in the east where the sun is dawning
Pride of the Pacific, as a lady ever shining.

Unlimited riches stretch beyond sight,
Vast oceans, boundless forests, plains are wide;
Flora and fauna of diversified species,
Plants, animals in a variety of faces.

Wet and dry – the nation goes through;
Brown and green – the Chocolate hills dress up too.
Her angry volcanoes constitute the ring; and typhoons, the belt;
A geographical fashion of calamity been made.

What makes her stunning that colors adore such?
Not her beauty, not Boracay, not that much…
But her people, the Filipinos, the key, the answer
Unlocking a treasure – a gem over waters.

Copyright © Ezekiel Escol | Year Posted 2016

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On Veterans Day

He is an old Vet now, weighed down by the years.
He walks slowly with a limp, and has grey hair, eye glasses and hearing aids.

Ah, but there once was a day when he was young and strong.
A day when he raised his hand and swore to support the Constitution and protect 
the people.
A day he stood erect, proudly wore his uniform and gave crisp salutes.
A day he shook his fathers hand, kissed his mother goodbye and went off to war.

A day he stood firmly and bravely against aggressive foes and did not falter.
A day he saw things a young man should not have to see.
A day he did things a young man should not have to do.
And day he wept over the graves of his fallen comrades.

Yes he remembers all these things.
He stands as the flag passes by in the parade and he salutes it as he has done many times before...
And he remembers.

Copyright © Ralph Bruzzichesi | Year Posted 2014

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We are one nation, one blood,
In times of sorrow, we calm each other,
In moments of horror, we cluddle together,
When we slip on the way, we hold each other,
When terror strikes, we defend together,
We are one nation, one blood.
We shed it for each other.

(Dedicated to my beloved Kenya in memory of Westgate attack. In times of difficult we have proved our unit and boundaryless love - God bless Kenya)

Copyright © Alfonce Choi | Year Posted 2013

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Plastic Society

Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries, 
but the difference is 
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin. 
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement 
is motionless because your passion 
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology 
that manifests into something specific 
obtaining a manual manipulation. 
A self servant visibility is indicative 
of an egocentric personality and everything insinuated
to be perceptually believed as sacred 
usually doesn't leave further than the tapping of your fingers. 
You proselytize by regurgitating the ways 
of a preferred deity and establish yourself
by turning your mirror to reflect the angle 
of how you want to be seen and adjust your thoughts
for a higher seat in your vanity 
in order to possess everything in your hypocrisy. 
The feedback you get initiates a sedimentary mask
you proudly wear and give a name to because 
as a statuesque representative in an upscale consumption 
of physical and mindful gluttony,
it is the exemplary rock to inscribe your identity.
You disguise it as spirituality, enlightenment, or awareness
labeling it as politics, religion, parenting, racism, 
abortion, extortion, activism, or sexism.
It does not, in anyway, alleviate 
the struggling strong minded from with holding their weeps 
on garments bled by friends in unsung tongues and private sin, 
in time well spent where the secrets
of the heart are kept for keeps rather than exposed and disposed of 
in a widespread generic documentary
for the world to see the effects of their warfare. 
Where words of vulnerability and exposed nerves
are perceived as nothing but memes and black sheep
trying to be shepherds making lists of things
to better humanity in articles utilized by a machine.
As if the top ten life hacks will take neglcted children
out of the slums of a poor shack 
and stop the hateful attacks on those who need welfare. 
The bandaging by labeling and over medicating
will not eradicate the urgent need for eye to eye, 
flesh to flesh, heart to heart
laughing, kind, grateful, melting of this 
plastic society. 


Copyright © Mindy Clay | Year Posted 2016

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Veterans Day - a Retourne

We celebrate our veterans,
on November the eleventh.
In honor of their great service,
we show our appreciation.

On November the eleventh,
a memorial will be held
at Arlington, to place a wreath,
to honor our fallen heroes.

In honor of their great service,
flags will fly and anthems will play.
Patriotism rules the day,
to laud the bravest of the brave.

We show our appreciation,
for the sacrifices they made,
with free restaurant meals for Vets,
and numerous hometown parades.

For Debbie Guzzi's Holiday Retourne contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

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Salutations to Tiranga (Indian National Flag)

Mother India was freed from the British shackles...
To tyranny we bid adieu, new freedom welcomed!
'Tiranga' with due honour, replaced the 'Union jack'
Fluttered in the blue sky in the  glory of victory!
Orchestra of happy moods had finally arrived,
Calling for celebrations with full pomp and joy!
Our National Anthem sung and Trumphets blown
All Indians joined festivity forgetting all woes!
Adding wings to this happiness,the Tricolour fluttered!!

Breeze of bloodbath and fetters all disappeared
Flew with resplendence this khadi splendour!
Three stripes horizontal with a central wheel
Top is the saffron for selflessness and valour,
Also marks vibrant hue of Ego absolution!
White in the middle stands for peace and purity
Also Knowledge and honesty attribute to it
The dark green in the third stripe is for faith and fertility,
Happiness and prosperity for a greener globe!
The wheel of dharma adopted from the Lion capital,
That once sung heroism of Asoka, the Emperor!
In navy blue is this wheel placed in the centre, 
Progress it represents with spokes twenty-four

Ignites a spark of deep patriotism as it flutters
Wrapped around cadaver of the martyrs of this mother
Glory to Tiranga, Glory to the Nation,
World's largest democracy salutes this symbol
Let our flag soar high and keep our spirits boosted
Long live Tiranga till the sky is above!

For the contest: The State/ Country Flag - sponsored by: Judy Konos

By: Anulaxmi Nayak, 
Country: India
Flag: TIRANGA - Indian National Flag
date: 08/08/2015

THEME: Salutations and admiration to our national symbol!

Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2015

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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Flaming Son

From out of the west and the flaming Sun, an entrance he did make.
There’s none like this one, an American Eagle, make no mistake!
He’d served in all the Western wars… and cleaned up many a town.
What he was doing here in ours… Totally, held the breath of all.

It seemed the West had gone tame to him, all of a sudden, you know. 
He was heading East on an updraft of Freedom, and Justice, for all… 
To find just the right fight… where they needed him, to serve each night.
He’d gaze upon the Liberty Bell, stand where Washington had done right.

Still that would never be enough, when somewhere injustice struck.
Here, he was just passing thru… His shadow leaving its amazing mark.
None would ever forget, how he stood and flew so straight and tall.
He’s the symbol and shield our men serve under, in this glorious land. 

When he flies over, stop and salute, our Flaming Son.
He and all those, who into battle, do steadfastly follow him.
For he is the leader of all those, who will forever steadfastly go.
Dedicated to my Son going into the Army on the Veterans Day.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014

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It's Memorial Day

It’s Memorial Day

I thumb through my high school yearbook,
Soiled, unpadded from another day.
My children don’t know of our mindset then,
The second war all wars to end.
Daily goodbyes to the boys we loved,
The face of the first one to lose his life to war,
In my yearbook.

Pages and pages of lists to follow,
Names of those then serving,
The movie news theater down town,
Hiding no graphic battle scenes, and
Finally showing those terrible discoveries
Of the Holocaust, a mad man’s horror show creation,

Once we were at a dance,
Three months later you were dead,
Any boy that held a teen girl,
Insecure, frightened, excited, clutched,
He must leave all he knew,
And fight for you.

Pictures from my yearbook,
Nearly all of you are gone by now,
Heroes, memories, when the newspapers screamed
“Anzio – The Bulge, The Bombs, Normandy The thousands!”
And then The Bomb.
Still not the end, for

Many yearbooks have followed;
Korea, Vietnam, El Salvador, Bosnia,
The Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan;
It’s as if my tattered yearbook meant naught,
We thank you again and again.

We love you, our boys and girls,
And yes, you, too, old commanders and generals,
Who loved and love us with your last full measure.
So when we hear a roar at night,
It is only thunder because of you.

We pray your faces will never be
In a yearbook such mine – 
That your captions will always be;
“Most Likely To Succeed,”
Thanks to those who have gone before,
Freedom will always be.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016

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To be Canadian

Normally civil amongst ourselves.
Knowing the alternative benefits no one.

Accepting of other people and willing to try and understand them.
This, the glue that binds us.

Grateful for the peace we enjoy.
Remembering it came with a price.

Aware we are generally decent people.
An ideal the world aspires to.

Oh, this is our spirit.
Marsee/ Merci/ Thank you Canada!

Copyright © Carmine Rossi | Year Posted 2015

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One Country, One World

Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.

My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue 
Of land mass
An African      
Not do I dismiss 
In unison unit 
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
And Antarctica.

I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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Where I'm From - English II Assignment Poem

I’m from liberty and justice; kindness and sadness. 
I’m from freedom and victory; presidential elections and offices.
I’m from celebration of freedom and fireworks; and a wonderful melting pot. 
I’m from an eagle and an anthem, which happily plays on.

I’m from life and death, and of people of different descent. 
I’m from the Show-Me State, upholding the motto “Salus populi suprema lex esto:” 
The welfare of the people shall be supreme law. 
I am of the Missouri Waltz, and of an Algonquian Indian word.
I am of farming and mining; aircraft equipment and cars.

I’m from an annexed Jasper County and Newton County; from Methodist congregation and zinc mining. 
(A place I can hardly even remember, as it has been changed)
From Route 66, and historical background knowledge. 
I am from devastation and destruction; death and injuries. 
I’m from damage and regrowth; repopulation and help. 
I’m from family and friends; businesses both small and large.
 I am of silence and tears, and of federal disaster.
 I’m from strength and dignity; perseverance and trust. 
I am of murals and proud historic background. 
Artifacts and messages, love and hope.

I’m from comedy and drama; friendship and bonds. 
I’m from love and loss; football and cheer. 
I’m from an academic and athletic strength; and from the A+ Program. 
I am from Junge field, and brick structuring.
 I am of theatre and JET-14; show choir, orchestra, and band. 
I am of FTC and AP courses. 
I am of loss and damage; devastation and irreparability. 
I am from a temporary and split campus, and renovation.
 I am from commencement, and uncommon maturity.

I am from a battered and bruised community, and a slowly growing voice.
 I’m from experience and pain, hardworking and strong people.
 I am of economic setback, and of pain and heartache. 
I am of faith and trust, influence and beliefs.

I am of love and pain, sarcastic and snide remarks.
I am from life and death; adoption and birth. 
I am from old and young; wrong and right. 
I am from values and morals; beliefs and brief moments of laughter.
I am from tinkling of bells and the sound of dropped frying pans. 
I’m from happiness and sadness; from the moon and stars. 
I’m from Christianity; particularly of Pentecostal belief.
I am from the tinkle of a baby’s laugh and tears; of nieces and nephews.
I'm of friendship and hope..

This is where I'm from.

Copyright © Allié-Marie Smith | Year Posted 2013

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Are migrants proud Australians?
Our nation based on immigration,
One polyglot meld of humanity,
To Australia, show fidelity.
Our nation of peaceful tolerance,
People from Earth's shifting sands,
Living here in Great Southern Land,
Deployment should not be our dance,
Nothing wrong with loyalty,
Patriotism our children's legacy,
--Great Southern Land,
All welcome to be Australians!

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015

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Welcome Home

My precious son, welcome home
Let me hold you, embrace you, for you are not alone
My how you’ve changed, what battle has done
From serving your country, my soldier son

Your shoulders are broader, your face is like stone
Your hands are all battered, ankles worn to bone
You’ve shed lots of blood, and flood many tears
For you are a man, who’s truly faced fears

You’ve done the unthinkable, and have taken a life
And prayed for the courage, to do it in strife
You’ve lost many brothers, in battle abroad
And know that they rest, in a place next to God

I know who you are, because Im the same man
Now sit back and listen, while I hold your hand
I’ll tell you a tale, of freedom and pride
For I am God’s son, like you I have died

You see I’ve been a soldier, since the beginning of time
Fighting for good, my mission divine
I’ve died for Gods children, which you too have done
Your master is thankful, my soldier son

You were not blessed, with riches or gold
But with gifts much greater, than can ever be sold
You see god made you, with one mission in mind
To protect his creation, your mission divine

I know you have scars, that run deep inside
That man cannot see, but from me they can’t hide
Now hand me those burdens, in me you confide
Lay them at my feet, I’ll wear them with pride

Your mission is over, so lets take you home
To meet our great father, the man on the throne
He loves you so much, for what you have done
I welcome you home, my soldier son

Rhett Connolly, Author>

Copyright © rhett connolly | Year Posted 2014

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A Lovely Day

From the past days of old.
At Seventh Street & Florence Avenue.
Vehicles in pristine finished.
Bragging Rights Mint Condition.
Proudly rolled by in a yearly tribute.

Very close behind did the present.
Spanking brand new, Virgilina's, VA.
Town's first responders debut their life-
saving vehicles of rescue.

Summer Fest proudly displayed.
Awesomely colored painted fine cars.
Including trucks and plowing tractors.
The drivers and passengers.
Cheerfully waived tossing smiles and candy.

I watched so many of the children laughing.
Enjoying themselves while playfully.
Scrambling to grab all and as many.
Of the tossed free candies.

So very comforting it was to see.
Neighbors, visitors, friends and family.
Witnessing together. 
Standing side by side
In such a loving comradely.
History and our future.
Embracing one another.
In supreme harmony.

Refreshing the supportive celebration.
Veterans from old world wars of our past.
Keeping close in step were our gallant;
soldiers of wars in our present time.

Today's events were also in celebration.
Of the soldiers whom honorably.
Transitioned to a much peaceful home.
This was a very lovely quick get away.

Cotton candy, home made ice cream.
Scenie's Old-fashioned Peanut Brittle.
Freshly squeezed lemonade.
How fortunate to meet Ms Marion Woods.
Author of Uncle Jerdon's Farm Children' Book.

Thanks to my cousin Natarsha.
I am experiencing a very lovely.
Memorial Weekend Holiday.

My Uncle Joe Lassiter our beloved Veteran.
His daughter and my cousin Andrea Miller.
Stood in the longest line waiting patiently.

For what I learned was the town's best.
Brunswick Stew.

It's evening now I sit here as one.
Within this blissful time in nature.
Pleasantly at peace.
Relaxed taking in the beauty.
Of this picturesque piece of land.

Reflectively pondering.
On on this lovely day.
I joyfully have a writing instrument.
Very close at hand.

Copyright © Cheryl Chandler | Year Posted 2014

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Shifting Solubles

the existence of known solubles
be they spiritual, molecular or imaginary
derivations, vain or divine

By chance, plot or plan

take maternity shops for example
pay phones
bill of rights?
alarm clocks
looking up from our handheld
electronic god to greet passersbys

purge our souls

© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013

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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013

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California's State Flag

I am a Grizzly Bear flag, with one star in the sky I'm a flag of the golden west I wave under skies, at the edge of a sea Over lands of the Pacific crest Where the mountains are tall, and the beaches are bright Where the valley's grow grain, stained with blood, sweat and pain Where such beauty unmatched, in a high mountain range and the Redwoods grow tall, far from Hollywood's fame California's Republic, had a lone star at hand Until a bear became known as the new source of pride I'm known far and wide, where the valley and tide has seen the pioneer come and a spirit so grand Representing a state, of the great Golden Gate And the state of the mind of the men who would fight To keep visions alive, shining regal and bright! I am snowcapped mountains that rise on the day I am the right to live, the right voice to pray I will not buckle beneath the strain of the fight I will keep honor strong, and my spirit in flight I am youthful ambition, in the restless spring breeze I am hope of a future, beneath the winter's eaves The colors I claim are proud to remain Green, red, brown, against white,.. and my name of the state that I claim is a home that I love I'm proud to bear witness to all the above
____________________________________________________ For The Contest Sponsored by Judy Konos 7/16/15 By Carrie Richards

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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A Soldiers Last Taps

A Soldiers Last Taps
Steve L. Siegel
July, 2015
Yesterday as I walked among long rows of crosses
To where a soldier was being put to rest
I heard twin sounds of bugles playing taps 
We all stood with heads bent low in prayer
It brought back thoughts of my fallen buddies
I had known such a long time ago
They came from across this fertile land of ours
From the cities and the farmlands.
I feel a little guilty at times my sacrifice was small
I lost only but a little of my time
But some of these men lost their all
They kept the faith, and fought the fight.
Through the delta to jungles of I-Drang up to Kay San
We fought the fight and gave our lives for freedom sake
Earning our last reward to God and Country
For that’s job of your Soldiers and Veterans...
P.S. On this picture I took it Near Port Angles WA. 
It had been raining most the day and just before sunset
This is what I got. I had this picture in my file for a long time
Just never seened like it fit in until now.


Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2015

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Just a Soldier

He celebrated his enlistment
And proudly showed the pictures of his plane,
A screaming bird emblazoned with the stars
And stripes. He joked about our home fried chicken
And kissed his baby sister, promising
To bring back toys and treats from foreign lands.
He believed in freedom, said that all
The people of the world should have that chance;
The Viet Cong would rue the day 
The soldiers of America marched across their land. 

They brought him home in pieces, 
Shielded in a casket closed, draped 
With the flag he bravely served. 
We take the roses to his grave, 
Red and white and bound with ribbons blue;
We weep, not alone for him,
But for the “huddled masses yearning to breath free,” 
And for the valiant efforts that may have been in vain.

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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The Band Concert

The Band Concert

It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage,
but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me.
I sat with family on bleachers that sunny day as
the glorious band’s thunderous sounds filled my ears,
and my chest vibrated wildly with the powerful music
from brass, woodwinds, percussion and resounding drums.

As my heart beat in sync with the strong pounding rhythm,
such deep patriotic emotion fully engulfed me, and I
could feel my heart fill up with pride as it beat with
the thrill of that music and with the vision of those great
young men and women in huge formations, marching
on their way to receive diplomas and off to serve our country.

Then I saw him, our dear son, marching within that "Long Gray Line",
stepping in unison with fellow classmates to that awesome music.
The wondrous relentless rhythm from those drums and horns,
together with the artistic and intricate merging formations, 
engulfed my whole being as tears filled my eyes with pride and joy—
on that special day—at that one-time special event—in May 1981.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/16/2016

~Honorable Mention~
Contest: The Concert
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/10/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Who is killing our nation

 Our country is full of hypocrites 
who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything 
the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change 
towards liberal law in our downfall
Unto our sovereignty 
against our wills those who care 
as a section of good standing people
the biggest joke selling of our forestry 
Then robbing fish and destroying peoples lively hood 
quotas on catches 
now they talk of penalty points more tax revenue
is all you hear 
now they are taxing dogs though a chip 
next it will be cats and pet hamsters

Our oil and gas just given away freely 
even our ores owned by the state 
is robbed from under our noses 
dirty beggars do they think we are blind 

Who is to answer the normal Irish persons call.
forcing our country into years of recession
all you hear all the time cuts cuts cuts 
now they intend to make slaves of the unemployed 
those with highly qualified professions 
schemes that are a laugh working for peanuts 
jobs available have now vanished into these sectors 

The homeless has risen 
People thrown out of their homes even families
in order to pay of gambling debts they cut everyones wages 
bailing out banks the biggest joke of all times
the new world order is taking shape 
next they will demand us to take the chip
mark of the beast 
Crooked minsters getting handshakes
some role models they are to follow 
judges have the power over them roll
meaning roaring out loud laughing 
yet nothing has been done 

Crossing palms thirty pieces of silver
behind your mask is faceless  
removing our religious beliefs
Judas sells us out 

We all stand for what is morally right 
our children's future 
water now an issue even most of it is poison 
they are forcing people into a corner 
grants in art among'st many others cut e,t,c 
the list has no end

What the brave men of 1916 died for 
they fought against corruption and thief's 
to believe in honesty as brothers and sisters 
Stood against tyrants 
who tried to rob us of our dignity,lands and rights 
as humans to be equal as men  
considered in our past as dogs 
shame on your branding irons 
as world powers turned their backs on us 

Sold as slaves of little worth 
Removing the Vatican embassy it hurt me deeply 
from our green land our church of divine mercy 
seal of our faith I am a Catholic 
ludicrous what has been done unto us 
foundations of our Father's sons 
destroyed selling of all our rights

Worse still 
one's euro is not equal 
must be run upside down 
as I see a class system in place 
we are branded part of the pigs 
by foreign bodies operating in control 
who actually think they are better than us  

As our ancestors blood lies upon this ground 
they would turn in their graves in disgust 
ashes of burning flames 
spirit always sees hope comfort of suffering injustices 
Our government in power is a standing joke

People need to awaken and smell the roses
for their children's sake if no one else
see what is sacred to us  
sick lying on trolleys for days 

In Donegal we travel to Dublin 
where the majority of cancer wards are housed
strangely none are up north isolated we are 
hundreds of miles the sick have to travel to get treated
we should have an air lift

Even our roads have no cats eyes 
in a wet stormy night rain bouncing of the road
times two cars meet unable to see a white line 
safety wise dangerous so where does the car revenue go 

Not even a railway service to link us 
for trade purposes 
we truly are forgotten as a county 
why is that I wonder
being an Irish national I seek answers 
to the circus running our country into the ground

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Catching Fire

Catching Fire
Some of us are watching the skies for works of fire
While some of us are quietly catching it.

Which are you?

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Cry Out Loud

I cry for their pain
They cry alone
hide their tears

They stepped up
did their duty
fought for freedom
took the hit

Cry with them
cry out loud
they need your tears
cry out loud.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Matching Pride

(Veterans Day 2009)

Side by side, they stood at attention,
facing the American flag, 
former Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.
Not one muscle twitched, nor eye blinked
as the 3rd Grader stepped to the microphone.

"Because of you, I am free," she said.
In a clear voice, she continued to express
her appreciation and gratitude,
for their service to their country, 
their sacrifice for freedom.

Though his legs trembled like Jell-O
beneath the knife-edge crease of his uniform,
Grandpa's pride filled his throat
as the little blond resumed her seat.

She had recited the entire speech
from memory, and later received
a note from her school principal--
Awesome job today!--
which now decorates the front
of his refrigerator.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Dien Bien Phu

Lessons learned
by first the Chinese
then France
and the Unites States...

Never underestimate
unconventional units
or guerrilla warfare
supported by regular units...

Dien Bien Phu
Bernard B. Fall
called it
"Hell in a very small place"
soon after 1954
America walked the "Street without joy"

The Viet Minh
attacking satellite positions
seven in all
such names as


General Giap
former school teacher
later besieged Khe Sanh
saved only by B-52 air strikes...

What men will die for
makes less sense
as time goes by...

Perhaps it is
the unspoken honor
among comrades
and brothers...

Still they soldiered on
60 years has passed
and around the world
the madness has grown...
~ ~ ~ ~

Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014