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How About This for Veterans Day

How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.

Enlisted Term of Service (ETS) had expired
Veterans honorably left service or retired
And here a home they all have selected
Exist in society again and highly respected.

Should show them what they mean to us
Give them this one day a month to discuss
And talk about old times gone by and past
That in their many minds will last and last.

May have survived or died across an ocean
Have priest do a one day a month devotion
Who is of sound mine, body and good health
Even retired veteran with knowledge a wealth.

A 0700 meeting on 3d Monday of each month 
would be a great way to show how much we 
appreciate them like all. I am preparing this poem
out of respect for those to be recognized on this 
great Veterans Recognition Day. My dad was killed 
in an accident on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CNA-11 
now in New York Harbor. This makes me a War 
Orphan and I am also a retired veteran myself.

James Thomas Horn
Retire Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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A Divided Nation

Confined in one boundary, living together showing different reactions in changing weather. Stabbing each other, hoping to reach same destiny creating a stumbling block as the way, what an Irony. Loving outsiders in possession of a different gene to the point patriotism withers and becomes lean. It is time for one side to enjoy the rain then the other sits and curses in envious pain. Hatred and marginalization then becomes the trendy skill compressing the mind, even to the point to kill. Nepotism and bigotry are fertilized to cause so much evil interaction between distant compatriots liable to be far from civil. One nation, one people, if this family can together not see then for humanity sake, let everyone simply be. Separation entices, building up the end enemies of each other, yet can attempt a mend. Seeing through the binoculars of what lies tomorrow love, patience and unity, there’s a need to borrow. Diversity is a blessing, like departments of a college one can function as the nutrient, the others as the roughage.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Lady's Tears

I had a dream the other night
Of Lady Liberty, shining bright

Standing tall, with pride and grace
Yet tears were streaming down her face

A country's strength is in its folks
Yet we've elected proxy jokes

Those who find their party lines
Far preferable to meeting minds

It makes no difference, right or left
Agendas leave accords bereft

Spending breath assigning blame
While progress dies for sake of shame

Inane disputes that make no sense
While we endure their negligence

They see the path to compromise
Apportioned to the OTHER guys

And while they feign that all is well
Our blessed country goes to hell

Their hate and bias highly pinned
While hope hangs twisting ...

In unchanged wind.

** For the "August Standard Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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She's Blowing In The Wind

My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind                                                                                               We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands

One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind                                                                                 I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away

I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray                                                                                          Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day

Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind                                                                                             I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when

This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes                                                                                                Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red

Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white                                                                                                I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind

I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag                                                                                    May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

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Patriotic Plan - It All Makes Perfect Sense

To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say

Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest

Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail
They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail

From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid
Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid

Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell
Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well

Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so
Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow

Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more
Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore

Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid
It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made

They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards
Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards

No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be
A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see

And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think
How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink

Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised
All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry

Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room
A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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My Dream India

My Dream India
In the India of my dreams,
All are with Toys and Ice-Creams.
Every Dad can fulfil his family needs,
And kids will make us happy with their deeds.
After reaching Mars, we'll go after another galaxy,
Ahead in alternate energy or urban radio taxi.
Education and food for all is the Target,
We lead in peace keeping, not to forget.
Make in India and made in India will boost economy,
May it be social networking or the field of astronomy.
All major CEO are from my India,
world is becoming fond of Saree and Bindiya.
It's the only conclusion of my story,
That India will be in the Zenith of glory.

By: Indra B Chhetri

Copyright © Indra B Chhetri | Year Posted 2016

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Patriotic Retirement Plan

Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder

To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple

Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score

Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play

With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far

A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff

To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities

So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat

Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine

What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder

Adapted from an email I received at work today.

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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Patriotic Plan - Find the last Man

It beggars belief at the time of the Bovine troubles
Cartoon capers mirror in abundance like little Barney Rubble's

An epidemic so troubling that we called Mad Cow disease
In it's simplistic traceability it was readily in please

In a seek and ye find just a cow in a field
Born in Appleby three years ago, no hide, please can you yield

We can trace where it came from right back to where it slept
Tracking her calves to certain stalls, boy! we sure don't feel inept

But in our country of so many million, where can they all go
Thousands of illegal immigrants amongst us they do flow

Red Tape, Civil Servants and Politicians, they signed to allow
Just maybe when we find them, each of them we'll donate a cow


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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Once upon a very long time in the eleventh century B.C.
There was a king in, Athens, who ruled both land and sea

To all was known as king Codrus*, a mighty warrior was he 
His enemies were much afraid in his kingdom once to be
Yet, the Spartans** war declared and marched into Codrus’s land  
Wishing all Athens to burn down, nothing vertical to stand

Codrus, saw the Spartans coming and his army he prepared  
To defend the holiest ground thus his city to be spared 
First he sent to ask the oracle of God Apollo at Delphi*** 
To reveal to the king, Codrus, who the winner would be 

God at once the answer gave: “The victor of war would be
The city of which the King is slain" that’s the way to be free
Codrus, was much determined his beloved Athens, he to save
Thus his kingly clothes took off, went the enemy to brave 
To Spartans the oracle was known, to their soldiers gave orders 
No one to hurt king Codrus, else they had to leave the borders

Codrus, as a peasant soon was dressed, ax in hand was he holding 
As he approached the Spartans’ camp, his fury was fast unfolding
Spartans, him, didn’t recognize and with a sword they cut him down 
But then saw that the king was he, wrapped inside that filthy gown 

Instantly their camp the Spartans broke and left that same day
To return to Sparta their city and found themselves at bay   

The Athenians then decided, by no means, a new King  them to find 
For none would love his land As Codrus did, with all his heart and mind

This the way democracy**** was born, some thirty-one centuries ago
When Athenians, the King’s powers passed to people, by only a single law

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   12 OCTOBER 2014

*Codrus (in Greek, Kodros) was the last of the semi-mythical Kings of Athens that ruled between 1089-1068 B.C. He is considered the finest example of patriotism and self-sacrifice. This is his story!
**The most powerful states in ancient Greece was Sparta and Athens..
During the time of the Spartan invasion of Athens territory in 1068 B.C. the Spartans consulted the Delphic Oracle, who prophesied that their invasion would succeed as long as the king of Athens was not harmed.
***At Delphi was the temple of Apollo, son of Zeus! One of Apollo’s duties was
To reveal to humans his father’s Will. The Greeks of old were doing nothing 
unless they were consulting Apollo who was the prophet par excellence.  Once 
Apollo was giving his reply the Greeks obeyed it to the letter!
****Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos . Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means Power to the People.

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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Dad Never Knew His Father

Dad never knew his father.  That soldier died in a war.
All Dad heard was brief stories of the man that went before.
Grandma had some pictures and some medals on a wall.
But Dad never knew his father which was what mattered most of all

I’ve done some family history, and seen the ship’s manifest.
I’ve heard again the story of the good ship Lafayette--
How Grandma and her children searched the waves for periscopes,
Knowing that one torpedo could blow away all of their hopes.

This could have been in any war.  Soldiers die and families flee.
But this was the family story that was handed down to me.
It started in old England, then to an immigration line:
A 3-year-old at Ellis Island, in July 1939.

They fled their burning country, to be called “war refugees”.
With help from an old uncle and a kind community,
Grandma made a new start here in the land of liberty.
They learned that Grandpa was killed in ‘44 in Italy.

I found online the letter, that my Grandma didn’t see,
About how the Sergeant-Major’s infantry company
Was caught out in the open by Wehrmacht artillery.
The letter said he didn’t suffer.  Was he really killed instantly?

I never knew my Grandpa, though I was named after him.
Though I served a different flag, I was a soldier like him.
I’ve seen my father’s scrapbook, and Grandpa’s medals on the wall.
But I never knew my Grandpa which was what mattered most of all.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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A Hero

Barley a man when he went off to war
not really sure what he was fighting for

To serve his country he knew for sure,
unaware of the suffering he would later endure

He worked hard to put on a brave face,
but he couldn't imagine a more horrible place

So often afraid of losing his life, 
he would cling to the thought of his son and his wife

When he came home it was an answered prayer,
it was due to the illness he'd received over there

Whatever the reason he was finally home
He had a six week old son of his very own

He tried to work and live a normal life
He later married his second wife

They had two kids, that made him three
From this sickness he couldn't get free

He was completely disabled, he couldn't work
His pain was getting worse and worse

He'd had many surgeries and there were more to come
It attacked his liver, colon and lungs

He never spoke of the horror he'd seen
His brain must have felt so unclean

He never bragged about the Purple Heart
The illness was tearing his body apart

He wasn't perfect, that much is true
but imagine all that he went through

He died when he was only fifty seven
I hope God saved a place for him in Heaven

Copyright © Nikki Reynolds | Year Posted 2016

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On a Soldier's Death

His back meets the cold, wet grass under him,
his eyes meet the blue endless sky hovering over him.

The cigarette from his hand dies out as it meets the sopping grass below
He feels the blood escape his body that now is no longer whole.

As he stares up into the sky,
he thinks of the girl he hated to leave behind.

He thinks of his mother, her tears streaming down,
his father’s proud hand, as it strongly grazed his crown.

He thinks of the men fighting for their life,
He thinks of his enemy, ducking for his life.

He thinks of the reasons war even exists,
Maybe this isn’t the way one should even live.

The sounds of his men approaching feels distant in his ear,
the struggle to save a life is unyielding,
when the bullet cuts through the heart,
there is no weaker feeling. 

Slowly the sounds of planes hushes down,
The sounds of gunfire are stifled,

The missiles whistling in the background stop
and all of nature’s sounds just suppress, as they come to a halt.

The men become blurry as his eyes start to freeze,
The body that once fought, now turned to solid ice.

For the last time in his life,
he thinks of the girl he wishes he never left behind.

He thinks of his mother, whose tears will continue to run,
the father’s proud hand, that wont ever touch his son.

In these last few seconds, he does not feel scared,
as he spent this life fighting strongly for his homeland.

Copyright © Jovana Pokrajac | Year Posted 2015

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Pentagon Word Poem

Pentagon Word Poem of Seven Stanzas

I want my own way;
May have much to say;
From heaven was sent,
To be President.

God gave me a hint;
When I will repent,
A great day can be;
You just wait and see.

Love land of the free;
Is best place for me,
So without delay
Right here I shall stay.

Have been home at last;
Bygones will be past;
No longer some slave;
God, me He did save.

Will happily sing;
Birds start to take wing;
Freedom I have found;
Love hearing soft sound.

Started to say prayer,
For those everywhere;
God gave much for sure;
Help us to endure.

Wake up my fine friend;
World will reach an end;
God's Son He will send;
New life will begin.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Central Themes are President Lincoln and Slavery

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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A Prayer For My Wife And Her Soldier

Oh Father I give to you my wife who gave her son,
he is one of two, the other life never really begun.

She held him as baby and made his lunch as a boy,
through strife and struggle he still is her pride and joy.

She loves him more than she ever said,
but each and everyday she tucked him into bed.

Watch over him father as he left to serve with much pride,
but please be with my wife who is struggling deep inside.

She taught him well and this will serve as a strong foundation,
but he needs you to perform the duties requested by this nation.

Give him the strength he needs for the tasks set before him,
for my wife awaits to hold him and see him laugh again.

This I humble pray as her husband...

Edward J Ebbs - Winter 2007

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012

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Soldier Eternal

Soldier eternal
Silently he watches the ships enter the docks
Silhoutted against the steel gray skies, the icy waters dash against the rocks.
Reverently his head bows for those who now rest
Solemnly, he salutes, the heart of a hero, beneath his chest.
Finally he reaches for the standard issue gun
Feet snap together, body poised, his duty is again begun.
He offers thanks to those who have fallen long ago
His departing steps are deliberate, steady and slow.
He knows his place is to help those who are in need of his care
Of the burdens of unfinished business, danger, and the task, he will share.
To protect God, Country and Family to his dying day,
Proudly, he will accept and endure the challenge, not wanting life, any other way.

Copyright © Michelle Morningstar | Year Posted 2016

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Why do people look at me
as if, I'm fruit from a poisonous tree

I'm not strange and wouldn't hurt a flea
yet they act, as if they see a killer bee

Avoiding eye contact, then running off
I'm brand new and not feed from a trough 

I'm not beautiful, just a piece of fine art
take a look, you'll see, what sets me apart

I may look big but, I'm an average weight
When you pick me up, your fear will abate

You can hold me with your hand, to investigate
If you want to learn the truth, don't speculate

People segregate, perpetuate or regulate fear 
Please let me educate you, about my sear

Put my butt, on your shoulder, and hold it there
As you learn, practice safety and always beware

I'm strong and powerful and benefit all mankind
Vision and sanity required, I can't read man's mind

I'm a new semi-automatic weapon with many a name
Man made, blame his greed, insanity for the shame

Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013

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On what the Spartans need

What the Spartans of
each country need is
their own legendary
hero Leonidas.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Change does not Begin With Me

You promised us high heavens in the name of change
but your plans and policies are familiarly strange.
Our past leaders have plundered our national pride
but you seem not to have a clue to cure this timely tide.

You hunt those who have committed grave atrocities;
can you please help the innocent with great policies...
Since “Change begins with you” is your new chorus,
please do not forget that you are a significant part of us.

I stand with you but I do not understand this change-chains;
my love and loyalty strive to survive under purest of pains.
If change begins with me, pains should not begin with you...
I wish you could make this dark cloud bright and blue.

We do not expect you to be an economic or social magician,
O that we could see in you a truly progressive politician.
I will like you to change your political chorus and focus;
change begins with me but true change begins with us.

True leaders do not have a sweet say or have their way...
They lead right in front to show others the way.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

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What's in Our American Future

Is our American Nation, now the new frontier
by accepting All People that seek work and life here

I understand technology has shrunken this world
Did the Rights of Citizens shrink, as our flag unfurled

It seems that the loudest voices that you hear today
All cater to self interest, while trying to lead America astray

"We the People" does it still mean Citizens have the Voice
To decide what is best for America, We The People Make The Choice

When big money and interests from outside these states
Try to dictate Our Future, by buying people to act as mates

Remember the words shouted by Paul Revere on his ride
Listen to the cries from our ancestors as they seek to divide

When limits are the only solutions and if bans become fact
Citizens think for yourself, what you lose, and judge the impact

If our States Rights are limited, to a path by government as planned
It's our ancestors battles, blood and voices that put a vote in your hand

We can Teach All The Children of whats right and whats wrong
To pray, Trust in God, the value of family and how to belong  

We have been leaving teaching to others to seek and accumulate wealth
Without thinking coins can't buy an Angel or protect children's mental health

Their are so many different answers That We All Need To Discuss,
so cut those puppet strings, start thinking, instead of riding the bus

Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013

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The Flag is You -- Ground Zero

Your words became the thread that strung
the stars in skies so blue.
That represent the fifty states
of Muslim Christian Jew.

Your thoughts recorded secretly
in a cozy nook of night.
Are heartfelt for the victims
these represent the white.

Your hearts that grieved in unison
for an unknown toll of dead.
Beat sad but proud in every chest
and they became the red.

That flag they raised amid the ruins
The red the white the blue.
A symbol of eternal hope
Was planted there by you.

Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014

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Give Us A king

“Give Us A king” American golden haired disguise They see great future in his shifty eyes. A grand star studded zoo with everything, And the people cried, “Give us a king.” His twisted mind had a devious plan To control a once free spirit land A Saul with the gall to say anything And the people cried, “Give us a king.” His dream is to build a great big wall To tell some America’s not for all Green cards won’t mean a thing And the people cried, “Give us a king.” He says black America can’t lose anymore. Success is at his campaign door. Many poor will live on a shoestring. And the people cried,” Give us a king’” He speaks absurdities everyday Aiming to charm the press away In all directions, insults he will fling And the people cried,” Give us a king.” And now my friends, you have a king dropping bombs on everything. There's nothing left to cry about. See the cards. We're all trumped out 1 Samuel 8:6 7/20/16

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016

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DUTY BECOMES HER a royal tribute

An empire on which the sun never set
became her commonwealth.
A kingdom of four crowns ,close held
her fiefdom and her realm.
Politicos by the dozen ,came and went
her sense of duty stayed,from heaven sent.
Family failures&tragedy tested this resolve
for many years ' horribilis'.
Ninety now ,to Elizabeth we lift a glass
long may she live&reign in 'annus mirabilis'

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016

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So you Have a Lot of Money

So You Have a Lot of Money
By Franklin Price

So you have a lot of money - Maybe are a billionaire
The how's and why's the way you got it - I myself don't really care
You're working now to keep it - Maybe even want some more
If you're a citizen of the U.S. - You should check up on the score

The environment is capitalist - That gives the U.S. ONE
There are the breaks in taxes - TWO for country for you none
The environment is mostly free - Many places to invest
That's THREE and Four there's so much more - You still have none to pass the test

The Senators and Congressmen - Tend to move most things your way
With your money and influence - You now have ONE and  that is sway
Depends on how you use it - Tells what others think of you
To make more money for yourself - Is not all that you should do

Help make this country better - Bring less fortunate along
Invest in Education – Help put us back where we belong
Invest in others' efforts - To put money in your shoe
To aid in helping others – Gives you a score of TWO

Won't always make you money – Will make you better you will see
To give to others for no return – Gives you a score of THREE
Some rich say no one helped them – You are free these words to say
I can easily show you're lying -  Our founding fathers paved the way

I'm sure that others helped along – Maybe still are there for you
So the way I'm looking at it – Is you owe this country too 
Take advantage of the giving holes – And they won't be voted out
Giving something back to proliferate – Is part of what it's all about

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015

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The X Legion Attack Order

From: Governor Silva, Lucias Flavius

To: Commander, Legio X "Fretensis"

The Judean slaves finally finished the assault ramp.
Order the centurions to roust the legionnaires from each camp.
Give each of your legionnaires extra water and a double ration,
Then assemble the squares and set them in motion.
The last of the defenders are cowering behind the wall.
Well before nightfall, I should expect Masada fortress to fall.
Among Eleazar Ben Yair's Zealots are Sicarii assassins,
So ensure that each prisoner taken is searched for hidden weapons.
Capture as many as you can of them to be sold for slaves;
But toss all their dead off the cliffs--don't bother digging graves.
It may still be awhile before the Tenth Legions rotates back home;
When that day comes, I'm sure Vespasian will honor you all before Rome.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Many Military Memories

Many Military Memories

Many military memories were made
And into past, none of them will fade
Lasting forever and one more day
Even after they have passed away.

Things had occurred year after year 
In an awesome, mighty military career
Helicopter blades into air did swirl
Which would make your hair curl.

Some were found on battlefield bleeding
Others an entire platoon were leading
While another was typing up an order
We here at home were there supporter.

Had heard some sailed out to sea
In news and books have made history
There were some beaches with soft sand
Where they came ashore and would land.

Graves are at Normandy and Flanders Field
And now here at church as I sadly kneeled
Fervently prayed for each and everyone
And thanked God for all that they had done.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Have Always Been Veterans

Have Always Been Veterans

World revolved around war called Revolutionary
And there were graves of soldiers in a cemetery
Located on a ridge overlooking some small town
On clear day could be seen when you look down.

Had never been quite sure or whether or not
Another war one day would have to be fought
People with each other have now become civil
Rock back and forth in chairs or may swivel.

There was blue and gray without red and white
Who gave them the right to one another fight
Against themselves then have to cry and bleed
Grow old with a hair line which now does recede.

War had ended while suffering still seemed to last
All of it has now became part of an important past
Battle Hymn of Republic North started to hum
Moved to South and Southern have now become.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Dad Did Die

Dad Did Die

Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
And me and my family were left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.

I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.

It is now Memorial Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013

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A Tribute To President Obama

A Tribute To President Obama

Wrote this after hearing President Obama's
going away speech last night while in Chicago.

Had been born so I could survive
Then continue on and remain alive
Being thankfully giving God praise
Did things that others would amaze.

Must accomplish much and don't abort
Making sure I never sell myself short
Giving credit to them who do deserve
Off righteous path shall not swerve.

Many gave comfort and support to me
Here in land of brave and home of free
Sometimes I might ever create static
Supporting ideals that are democratic.

Was aware of what was right and wrong
And occasionally I would sing a song
Coming to my mind and setting pace
Oh, how I love to sing "Amazing Grace."

God, while I am on earth down below
All Your power on me, You did bestow
And I was clever not using chicanery
In pyramids will not find a grainery. 

I thanked God for gaining His trust
Another way of life go I now must
Many blessed things are left behind
Completed all my duties as assigned.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017

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Life and Love of Lincoln

>> Life and Love of Lincoln

>> Saw many waves of worthy slaves; 
>> One day will end up in their graves;
>> Before to each baby had given birth,
>> To those living life on this earth.

>> All grow up to be women and men;
>> Life's cycle started all over again;
>> Brought into world by their wives,
>> Who would welcome all new lives.

>> Out in cotton fields had been picking,
>> As hands of time did continue ticking;
>> Later off to church, they liked to go;
>> Sang so sweetly and faces did glow.

>> Anything, they surely would do,
>> Which made many dreams come true;
>> Some may seem small to you and me,
>> By slaves who wanted to be free.

>> Lincoln's legacy had been passed,
>> Created by him forever to last;
>> While watching a play on some stage,
>> Was killed by person with much rage.
>> Life and love of Lincoln lingers on;
>> Up into heaven, he now has gone;
>> When Gettysburg Address, we do say;
>> Voice of him can be heard everyday. 

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013