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Epic Patriotic Poems | Epic Poems About Patriotic

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Details | Epic |

An Unshakable Identity

hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising though there are bastard judases in every dozen the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing the buckles of our identity we will never loosen no matter how the invader tries strategizing or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph |

The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…

Copyright © Meridy Petricciolli | Year Posted 2005

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

young American days

                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 



Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Freedom Uprise

We will not ride alone on this momentous journey. 
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains. 
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.

Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.

Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword. 
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.

This is war.
Blood will be spilt. 
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.

We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists. 
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.

This is not an illusion. 
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.

We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings. 
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red. 
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.

Reflections of your past, rushing before you. 
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.

Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Incredible India

We are the Indians noted for our humanness and calm nature
With no harshness in our Principles and ideals.
We are open minded, emotional and good natured
Our emotions speaks louder than words
We are Rich in culture, traditions, festivals, gold, diamonds and food 
Our culture are deeply rooted within our hearts, mind, body and soul
We are the country of generosity, civilization and the quality of excellence in thoughts and manners

We have the 3rd highest armed forces in the world
We are multi-racial, multi-cultural and multi-religious country
Our Land is a land of spirituality, unity, peace, ancient, love, forgiveness and true friends
Our Himalaya Mountain includes the highest peak in the world
We are the fourth largest fastest growing economy in the world
We are the biggest and most successful democracy in the world
We are one with unity and integrity and respectful to everyone
 Simple, down to earth by nature, helpful, warm hearted
We have 28 states and 7 union territories
Each states has their own clothing styles and own languages
We co-exist peacefully and have a single nationalistic identity

Our country has created Pentium chip and Hotmail 
Our country is the co-founder of Sun Microsystems
We are the world's largest producer of milk, spices in the world
We have the number one best film industry in the world
We Indians are the wealthiest among all ethnic groups in America
Among 3.22 millions of Indians in USA which is1.5% of population
YET,38% of doctors in USA are Indians. 
12% scientists in USA are Indians. 
36% of NASA scientists are Indians. 
34% of Microsoft employees are Indians.
28% of IBM employees are Indians. 
17% of INTEL scientists are Indians. 
13% of XEROX employees are Indians. 
We have the highest number of Doctors, Engineers and Scientists
Zero, Algebra, Trigonometry, Quadratic equations, Calculus, Place Value System and the Decimal System, chess, snake and ladders game, yoga etc originated from us.
We have the unquestionable gifts as grammar and logic, philosophy, fables 
We are one of the largest English speaking and talented Country of the world.

We are family oriented people with extended families 
With lowest divorce rate in the world.
We have the most beautiful graceful women 
Winning the titles of Miss Universe and Miss World.
Our flag depicts great tricolor saying that we all are brothers.
Saffron color stands for renunciation, disinterestedness, courage and sacrifice
White color symbolizes truth, peace and purity
Green color represents prosperity, vibrance and life.
The wheel represents the righteousness, progress and perpetuity.
 The 24 spokes of the wheel represents the 24 hours of a day 
Nothing can be compared to the beauty of our Land
Mark Twain said 'India is the cradle of the human race, 
The birthplace of human speech, 
 The mother of history, the grandmother of legend, 
And the great grand mother of tradition".

lndia is our home where our heart can rest and sleep
No words can explain the beauty of our land.
Every Indian makes INDIA very proud
Be Proud to be Indian! ! !

Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016

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 | Rhyme |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Come By the Sword, Die By The Sword

the blood of soldiers shout for justice.
the battle field tells story of defeat.
come by the sword,die by the sword.
bears million of widows and orphaned soul.

tragic memories of wounded hands.
rebels and soldiers cursed as one.
fight for beliefs and motherland.
mislead the future of beloved ones.

light of sun rays shines bright in morn.
forsaken land of Sheol had abandoned.
blood in their hands washed off by tears.
flesh of cadavers buried in dreams.

the King of kings will stand up alone.
the sword of justice will save His throne.
no other leaders will stand up above.
devil's sword will be home of white dove.

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Lights, Madiba, Action

People attending the London premiere of a new film about Nelson Mandela were told of his death as the closing credits rolled, on 5th December 2013. My new poem is written in honor of the anti-apartheid icon and I invite you to read it here https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lights-Madiba-Action/345492948926266 .

Like it, share it and get privileged access to my writings.
Iulian-Anton Brudiu

Copyright © Iulian-Anton Brudiu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

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 


Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

A patroit

a city built
without a proper defends
is easily trod down
and if a kingdom tears apart 
strangers wears it crown
a nation who do not 
honor it heroes
is not worthy to die for 
and it dreams are hunted
by nightmares and horror
each a one for himself
god for us all
it does not only rain 
on one mans roof
and a nation built 
is built on truth
if you pretend to be blind 
you fall in a pit
in the kingdom of heaven 
only the righteous has a seat
a group of blind men 
cannot embark on a journey
for among all insects 
only the bee produces honey
the house of the fool is chaos
but that of the wise is paradise
for god do not live
in the heart of fools
but that of the wise
the mighty is not the strong
but he who is wise
for only an intelligent man 
saves a nation from slavery
and gives them a common identity
a bird is praised 
and its praised 
by it beautiful feathers
good traditions are not 
to be forgotten
because life is for the living
the story of a hero
is told from generation to generation
the strength of a nation 
is from its foundation

Copyright © Matt Ancient | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

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

Details | Ballad |

Patriot Parade Part 1

It was said by pilgrim sons next to the Boston Harbor,
That to take tax without redress was action of dishonor.
And so a team of farmers went and built themselves an army,
To drive the redcoats off their land and end George’s tyranny.

We’re beating drums and ask your sons to come now to our aid
We’re marching out as men along the patriot’s parade.

Them red-devil Injuns ain’t no good and they cavort in sin!
So forget your Ma’s and Pa’s my boys the calvr’y needs a win.
We’ll drive them savages off them fields and make that land our own,
Them whisky barons should pay too for drunks and broked men’s homes

We’re beating drums so tell your sons to come now to our aid
We’re marching out as soldiers along the patriot’s parade.

The government of 1812 wanted lands Canadian
they also set about with plans to take captured Lousianne.
Those Brits they really gave us cause with press-gang’d merchant sailors.
Rise up you merry lads and arm let’s feed those Brits to gators!

We’re beating drums to protect your sons so come now to our aid
We’re marching yet again along the patriot’s parade.

Keep sending sons to mount and ride against the red-man nations,
In Texas good men hold back Santa Anna’s salutations.
The yellow cinaman’s opium turns strong men into slaves,
We need to climb Mt. Fiji and teach Japan we rule the waves.

We’re beating on the drums again, not empire, just foreign aid;
We’re sailors, soldiers and marines on a patriot’s parade.

Them fed’ral scum think they can ru’n our way of life. ‘tain’t southern.
They’re try’na undercut our vote by free’n the ‘raff for breedin’.
Those southern states how dare they break from this nation we’re building?
We can’t let constitution bar the way that we are growing!

We’re sailors, soldiers and your sons on a patriot’s parade
We’re the real army and your true sons on patriot’s parade

You may think we’ve fought enough and we all wish that it were so,
But truth be told we need to scold Koreans on Ganghwado.
And even if that weren’t so bad rustlers have crossed the border,
We need more men that we can send to restore Texan order.

We’re beating on new drums, you’ll see, all dressed in golden braid,
The army, navy and marines on patriot parade!

Copyright © Sky leach | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

Patriot Parade Part 2

Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui as well)

We’re beating drums to call your sons to help us as we raid,
It’s carnival of glory for the patriot’s parade.

That empire of the Spanish state is really ripe for gleanings,
We’ll pick up Puerto Rico, Guam, Cuba and the Phillipenes.
Let’s not overlook those Boxers and their crazy Kung Fu too!
It simply would look bad if monks kick us out using mushu.

Author: I’m not beating this damned drum anymore… 
Muse: But we haven’t even gotten to the world wars!
Author: I’m starting to think the mad hatter’s leading this damned Patriot Parade
Muse: It’s only 1901!  We still have the whole 20th century left to go!
Author: Screw you muse, I’m out.  Peace.

Copyright © Sky leach | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

spirits that will outlast

  I'm the sentient of individuality,
the warrior of my path,
free from anything claiming power,
that laughs at social wrath,
that walks with firm ability,,
  I'm the control at present,
that nothing steers for me,
the navigator twards sole horizons,
free destinations I independently see,
honor of my life's intent,,
  Sole creators of this choice,
that others look to see,
that leads with independent indifference,
knowing that it's not free,
leading with the strongest voice,,
  This independence the hardest road,
but worth it above all,
knowledge of this gained wisdom,
you'll rise above the call,
power of one so bold,,
  The ancestors of ancient past,
knew this all too well,
always striving twards independent light,
staring down faces of hell,
true spirits that will outlast.

Copyright © S.K. Y. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Dancing with elusive Ghost

When we celebrate independence 
That we obtained many moons ago
Peace permeates our beings as honey
Our hearts jump with joy and hope

Like a frog thrown back to its pond
And as stars fall for us from the sky
We vibrate our waists and shake breasts
But with elusive ghost we often dance

Year in year out, we clear our throats
Ready to enjoy the fruits of our struggle 
We hold one another and chant chorus
But we see empty baskets of dry bones

We can see the ghosts of the struggle
Lying without decent burial in limbo
Vultures flying around them with appetite
But we continue dancing with elusive ghost

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

George Gordon Byron Ballad Ukrainian adaptive translation

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, - 
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign - 
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine

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(?) Maryna Tchianova 2016

Honourably devoted to George Gordon Byron, 
The UK, the US and Ukraine, 
with deep respect for all the aforenamed literatures and faith in the Ukrainian nation through the thick and thin.

Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

Humanity 2

In a world of democracies, in a world where the great projects that have set humanity on fire are the projects of the emancipation of individuals from entrenched social division and hierarchy; in such a world individuals must never be puppets or prisoners of the societies or cultures into which they have been born. 
Child slavery is a crime against humanity. Humanity itself is at stake here. A lot of work still remains, but I will see the end of child labor in my lifetime.
I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of  humanity. It is something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.
There is no present.
We are living in the future.
Risk, risk, risk
We are all risk
Risking to go,
Risking to die,
Risking to learn.
Risking to fly.
We have made it.
We are ancient as we speak.
We are living in the future.

So some give their lives to history.
We are history.
So some give their lives to us.
Humanity has been challenged.
They have challenged humanity.
We have risen out of the ashes
That are not ashes.
We have picked ourselves up
Out of the oceans
Over and over again

We learn that we’re not safe
So we redesign.
We learn that we are wrong,
So we scrap and start a new.
We try again.

They call back to us,
"Please, try again!
Over my departed dreams,
Try, try again!"

We the undernourished,
We the underfunded,
We the constrained,
We the brave,
The daring,
The curious,
The planet,
The humans.
We are nothing if not inspired.
We will find a way
To our stars.
From whence the atoms in our souls
Were fashioned.

We are Challenger.

I am a Challenger.

A  Challenger Challenges only?
To deny people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran 

Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

Respect 2

If we take examples of respect from our every day life like Teachers,
Only those teachers get proper respect from their students 
Who have strong communication skills,and having grip on their learning and teaching skills.
If we take Example of Students,
Only those students who get great scores ,take keen interest in their studies ,ambitious,Courageous and capability to achieve their tasks are well respected and loved by teachers.
If we take the example of office workers,
Only those staff member who have great working skills,who obey orders of management,And do every work on time are respected by management.
If we take example of office management,
Only those officers who have strong management skills,task making or giving capabilities,complete projects on time,strong professional skills,strong decision making power are well respected by office staff.
Respects people’s Feelings .Even if it doesnot mean anything to you it could mean every thing to them.
I have no tolerance for boys who disrespect women 
There will be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected,
Always Pick Being Respected ,that love without respect was always Fleeting.
But that respect could grow into Real Ever Lasting Love .
It’s a Islamic value or Moral Value:
All person get respect  in that case ,when they give respect to their elders properly and show kindness and love to their youngers.
If a person wana get respect from others,he should respect the rights of other person first.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran 

Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2017

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To The Last

To The Last

Clan Stewart of Appin,
Clan MacGillvray too,
Fell at Culloden,
In the blood and dew.
They fell two by two, and then ten by ten,
Until twelve hundred dead, not sixty minutes in.

At Culloden

The highland charge failed,
No victory as in the past.
The British stood their ground and slaughtered,
To the last.
And when 12 hours had past and a wounded man gasped,
The Butcher slaughtered again, and again,
To the last
And the last.

At Culloden

At Culloden they fell,
The fathers and the sons,
The brothers and the cousins,
Of Scotland's bravest ones.
Bonnie na'er should ha'e marched,
His highlanders through the night.
They may ha'e had the chance,
To bring on the proper fight.

At Culloden

But the swords came down, as men crawled through the heather,
Brits cut the Clans deep,
Ruby blood on their feather.
Through their hearts,
Through their souls,
Their lives given for this toll.
A scar to their creed,
To kill the last Scot.
And still Scotland weeps.

At Culloden

Copyright © Graham Devenish | Year Posted 2017

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Respect 1

Respect :
Respect is something earned 
Not something Given.
In other means 
Respect is for those who  Desrve it,
Not for those who Demand it.
Respect is a lesson that everyone should learn.
Respect must be given Before an Expected return.
Respect is something that’s given for free.
Respect is about us and never about me.
Respect is the basis on which the relationships are founded.
Respect is the anchor that keeps a person well grounded.
Respect builds the character and defines who we are.
Respect sets the standard and raises the bar 
Respect is magnanimous and helps to fulfill.
Respect is the partner that sits with good will.
Respect is like honey so sweet it’s perceived.
Respect a taste to savor for when it’s received.
Respect yourself enough to know you deserve the very best
There is no proper life without these four words ,
Love,Honesty,Truth & Respect.
Without Respect,Love is lost.
Without caring,Love is Boring.
Without Honesty,Love is Un happy,
Without Trust,Love is Unstable.
Respect generally come from inner soul,
If a person is angry man,no one wants to give respect to him,
But if a person is soft spoken,well cultured,and having grip our his learnings ,thoughts And professional skills.
He will get proper respect by his Elders as well as his youngers.
Therefore Always 
Show Respect  and kindness to every people 
Even those who  are rude to you,
Not because they are nice 
But because you are nice.
One of the most sincere forms of respect 
Is actually listening to what another has to say.
Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule,
But love people who never look at their schedule when you need them.

Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2017