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Fallen Warrior

She sits beside the fire
As failing embers dim.
Lost smoke trails up the chimney . .
Like dreams she’d shared with him.
She sits and grieves for children
That never will be born.
Because his life was briefly lived,
There’s darkness in each dawn.

She thinks of how he looked that day
When last they had embraced . .
Young and handsome, unafraid,
Of perils he would face.
While she must stand there brave and strong-
To meet each day with hope.
She kept her outlook bright and clear,
She’d done her best to cope.

He’d left her for a war, you see . .
So proud and full of fire.
His country and his flag came first,
“Stay free” his great desire.

For on the day the towers fell,
He vowed to God above . .
To do his best to keep 'Her' safe,
This country that he loved.
Then in the fiery sun of May,
In a land beyond this shore . .
He laid him down and shed his blood;
She'd see his face no more.

Now time has passed since learning
Of the sorrow she must bare.
Grief still raw as at the first . .
No lessening of despair.

Her anger now replaced by voids
Of empty time and thought.
A life now full of nothingness;
Is what his death has wrought.

Summer’s past and then the fall,
Now winter cold and sad.
She sits beside the fire
And remembers all they had.
She can’t remember springtime
And renewal of her life.
Surely this must come one day
With the lessening of her strife.

She can’t remember laughter
Or smiling from her heart.
But God will refund gifts like this;
In time He’ll do His part.
It’s then she'll come to realize
That her love is safe and well.
He’s in a place far better
Than the land in which he fell.

Then she will grow to honor
The love that sent him there.
That day she’ll fall on bended knee
And speak to God in prayer.

Then life will once again become
A wonder to be lived . .
Touched by wisps of sadness
When remembering his gift.

Love and children will be hers,
Then joy and laughter too.
She will know that he looks down
And smiles upon his view.

For he is always with her
Even though he’s not in sight.
He’s in the heartbeat of our land,
He’s in our country’s might.

He’s in the vastness of the plains,
In mountains capped with snow.
He’s everywhere that freedom rings;
He’s where 'The Brave Ones' go.

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

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An American Warrior

An American Warrior 
please tell me why if you can
the reason I don’t have a right hand
my right leg is missing as well
all I can say is war is hell

I volunteered to serve my country
to defend it from harm
and to protect peoples in foreign lands
who wanted to live free from tyranny

when I look at the news I shed a tear
at what my buddies and I gave
and all my brave buddies laying in their grave
was all for not

the country of Iraq is worse off today and falling apart
and will not survive
so I ask again
what did I give my right hand and leg for
for what for what I scream and shout
what was my sacrifice all about

please tell me if you can
my mind and body are in pain
tears fall from my eyes like an April rain
my body is not whole 
I am one man who is mad as hell

The way this poem came about is, I was sitting in my easy chair when these thoughts kept coming into my head. I wrote these words down. Some American Warrior Hero somewhere was thinking these thoughts I just happened to tune them in I have written 6 poems this way over the years. God bless our American Warrior Hero’s  Dennis Davis July 4th 2014

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014

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They Fly Tonight

They Fly Tonight

As I had wished yesterday, 
       do have a safe, nice and comfortable flight today…

Hopes are running high, 
       this Malaysian junior squash team high will they fly…

At home in  eager suspense we all await..
	while you guys and gals go in battling  for the bait…

After all the tough intensive training,
	you are the best hopes Malaysia is proud to bring….

We wish you national warriors cheers for all…
	for those who will win and those who fall…

To attain glory, honor and fame,
	grab all the gold to show that you are top of your game..

In the next few days, you’ve to play well,
         for some will falter this time while the others do well…

What matters most is for individual performances..
         let them be hard battles, well fought and full of perseverance…

For some times it is the will of iron in you …
 	that see you through each battle today for the next day to begin anew..

Go on, squash warriors in this Malaysian team,
	You are the nation’s pride and dream for squash success…

To squash juniors playing in British Junior Open 2015

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Peaceful Rally In The The Streets

Righteous Malaysians they are found everywhere...
Here in Malaysia and in countless countries out there...
August 29th 2015 heralds the dawn of a new awakening.....
August 30th 2015 continues this launching of renewed enlightening...
Worldwide, concerned Malaysians they take to the streets dressed in yellow...
People, young and old, proudly they rallied in their T shirt yellow..
Day 1 saw masses of righteous Malaysians stay up through the night...
To awaken afresh for the rally the next day alright...

August 30th is the 2nd day for this monstrous rally...
One that will be immortalized for posterity in local history...
This is the day when righteous Malaysians sounded in alarm....
Of a beloved nation in a distress never yet to be found...
We Malaysians usually read with only passing interest....
When neighboring Asian countries suffer political unrest...
And their people take to the streets to be heard and to protest...

Who ever thought we Malaysians too will one day  thread the same path...
Just to be heard, and to push for the government for a change of heart....
From a progressively authorative government in mismanagement...
To a people-centric democratic government expected by all its people...
This monstrous rally of 36 hours was widely touted as  Bersih 4.0....
Simultaneously held in all countries that teem with righteous Malaysians...

Bersih 4.0 is a historic event  for Malaysians in hundreds of thousands ....
Where true Malaysians showed solidarity for genuine love of the nation... 
The monstrous rally was but a mass appeal to awaken an uncaring government...
In the hopes that a cleaner and just government for the people will be eminent....
Now that the dust and drama of that massive rally is settled...
Whither goes the direction of the government for the people of Malaysia?

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Pity Me, or on Second Thought, Pity Them

What can I do?
My brethren - Dank. We are
not fit to wipe the asses of
these sons of the star of David -
and yet, we crush their horrid
corpsed lives beneath Nazi-issued
boots. We want to live, too.

Say I actually approach my
officer, pout, give him my best
spiel, if you will. His hand will
grope the trigger faster than the
breasts of his sweetheart in
Barrack Neun during a roll call

So I plug my rounds,
rotate a new traincar through
every Montag and Freitag.
And when I sit down to table
with the uniformed prison guards,
I take an extra drink -
and drink to forget.

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Copyright © Kelsey May | Year Posted 2014

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Royal Loyalty


Juan Carmen was very sad when his country lost the war
He felt such a power surely would always reign
And when he found his noble leader, dead on the floor
He knew that their valiant efforts were in vain
He stood right by the conquered Duke, right till the end
No doubt about it, he was a loyal man to Spain 
For many years he was just a noble, eccentric friend
But still his faithful, steady persona struggled to remain
Louis, the Duke of Madrid strictly and truly believed
That being the royal mentor to Juan Carmen
Made him realize how much loyalty he received
Now these men determined to always be royal
Carry the torch for the honor of being loyal

Copyright © Andrew Battaglino | Year Posted 2016

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RED WHITE and BLUE - dedicated to OLD GLORY

First time I saw them all together,
They were waving at me from old glory.
Never saw so many stars before that day either;
There were a lot of nights I saw more yet not as close.

Ripples of freedom met my eyes that sunny afternoon;
That special piece of cloth transfixing a little boy's mind,
Finding later that heroes had kept her flying all along.
Watching now as evil ones try to burn her down.

Problem is they'll have to torch every liberty loving heart,
Now that task will not be a simple one to accomplish.
Ever tried to lock up a spirit and keep it there?
No colors in any rainbow have ever flown brighter.

Even with the many faults that have creased her fabric,
She still soars freer above those who would bring her down.
This flag which once mesmerized that five year old boy,
Wraps around this man now in an embrace that won't let go.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014

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The Coming of the Dawn

Welcome to the promised land
there is a neutral gate
No need to prove identity
for that's considered hate

Somewhere south of our beliefs
implanted in your brain
The notion that you're truly owed
a life in our domain

Not accepted by the mass
you're still not turned away
Buses waiting for you now
you catch them any day

Choose a place that you desire
they will, help you find work
You know, you have priority
big labor is your perk

Five million permits printed up
they'll pass one out to you
Citizens won't get the jobs
they're pushed aside, it's true

Chamber of Commerce lobbying
to bring the masses here
They lobby hard with everything
the citizens should fear

One day they're going to look around
and see their country's gone
No one to answer, for the mess
"The coming of the dawn".....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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The secret meetings taking place
Big Business and the rich
Planning changes to the voting
Letting them choose which

Candidates that were rebuffed
and no longer in the thick
People spoke "don't want their kind
now Big Business pulls a trick

Candidates convention votes
will then be cast aside
Brokered deals with shady scams
rewarding those that lied

Will (of the people) is ignored
Big Business does not care
They need control of President
and those whose views they share

Makes for dangerous precedent
they will not close the border
The peoples vote no longer counts
the start of New World Order

They're swarming across the border
the Citizens just frown
A Presidential mandate
Patrols ordered to "stand down"

Big business (ties to world banks)
The Brokering will be
To guarantee there's no revolt
The People can't be free.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Lyle on lake Obenjinn - MIDTEXT

The village head Pymy Gruzz was hundred years old
He had no daring self neither a piece of gold
Only a daughter had he she was a foster child
She was fifteen years old Kiki– sweet, gentle and mild
She gave him comfort with a docile, obedient smile
“No worry, father”, we are all together in our Lyle.
Night was perilous, hazy, and yellow as a ghost
A chill crossed the craven moon and a platter of duck roast
Kiki awoke and stepped out, in the dark the dragon queen snored
She crossed the lake Obenjinn and mounted the hill of sword
She felt the pricks of crusty prickles but she was climbing on
She must save the village Lyle where she was born
The dawn showed her chubby face happy on the child
Kiki made her journey’s end the day was sweet and mild
She found a man with sunny face god showed her in a dream 
She went to him with folded hands and made a pleading to him.
Sire, I am Kiki from village Lyle bleeding in my heart
My village folks have turned to rocks in fear of Kunnegert
She is a dragon fire breather, keeper of skull on pyre
She must be killed by a happy man I want your sword on hire.
My blood my sweat and all I have will go to you my sire
I cannot delay; my folks are locked and human skull on pyre.
The sunny man stood up straight with a radiant face
“Little kid my Kiki sweet you will not fall from grace.
I will go with you my little moon and kill the dragon sure
I say you clean in voice plain what a happy man can endure
A happy man is happy because he lives with his lord
A happy man is happy because he keeps all love on hoard
He gives it free to every creature lord had made on earth
Lord made him his best seraphim to take a human birth
He is born for others and dies for all and in compassion he is tall 
A dragon’s vice in valley of Lyle he must have to forestall
So Said he and took her hand   and sword shone in golden orb
They climbed down the narrow gorge in finest pace the earth can absorb
Kiki, the daring daughter of the village stepped along the happy man 
The golden sword the golden orb  reached the final lane
The misty valley still in spell
 the misty opiate dulled the souls and spurred the hell
The poet stopped his pen, slept a little, the stories told he had to retell*.

*This is the second part

14 September, 2014

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

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Left Right Left Right Left Right
Life went on a lot of years 
no one did a thing
Along comes one man, Donald Trump 
they all begin to sing

Send them back? And that's taboo? 
Billions would be spent
What happens if you keep them here? 
billions just in rent

Good ol' Jeb he has a plan 
let's feed and clothe them here
Save the money from the wall 
just watch illegals cheer

Balanced budget (Florida state) 
illegals aren't on books
All are here, they were oppressed 
(yes even all the crooks)

Yes, Jeb is really worried now
the bush name doesn't help
Big business and the C of C 
just listen, hear them yelp?

No one has given time of day
till D. Trump came along
Most of them are in a daze
can't sing the same old song

I could go on for months and months 
there is no end in sight
Those "truly taken for a ride" 
are glad Trump's in the fight.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Poet's Journey

His musings in paper and ink
have led him to the dungeons. Rusty
iron bars, smell of rats,
and cold wars surround him.
His people see through their leaders,
like water through the glass. Nothing
can stop them now- verses of freedom
have been burnt to ashes,
but not his words. They are deeply
engraved in every woman’s,
child’s and man’s heart.
They are at the prison gates,
breaking them. Bullets and teargas
canisters can’t stop them. They want
their leader- man of the people.
If he is freed, he will not only be a poet;
he will be a leader. A new journey
will begin in his life…..

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015

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After the Elections

After the Election:

The bustling-frenzy has died
Leaving us all wide-eyed.
Just when you think you know the end,
You are startled by the result.

Did you stand in the cue
To vote for the red and blue,
Or did you look down your nose
At all others who took a vote?

But now it is all dusted and gone,
We’ve sang our patriotic song.
It seems a little stale now,
As if the world has come to an end.

There is no politics to debate,
We have after all sealed our fate.
What should we discuss now?
No topic seems worthwhile.

But still life does abound,
If you’d only look around.
Take a deep breath,
And go on a new adventure. 

Copyright © Just Jane | Year Posted 2016

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A buja wrote a song
it rubbed the who in power
the wrong way...
to the slammer bujas..
committed himself
self imposed insanity....

Called his government plunderers
stealing from the poor mans pockets
the system turned on the heat....
and our young bujas -
declared himself mentally insane...
committing himself to the loony bin...

The young musician
gave them people good advice
...its hard to get a good advice,
while lacking in cash or scandals....
and scandal-ed he was
and advice we got...utawala
the Rule of the elites..

Lewis k Nyaga

Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015

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I hope you all are happy
for helping history change
One day you'll read a history book
and think it looks so strange

Everything that's written there
the lies your families told
The monuments, now chiseled blank
by the bill of goods you're sold

Go ahead, just turn your back
out-of-sight, means out of mind
Your future generations will
speak proudly of your kind

But someday way far down the road
when you really least expect
Someone's going to learn the truth
your history's not correct

You'll proudly tell them everything
about the civil war
They'll know it really makes no sense
Who "are," those changes for?.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Costly Rights

There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.

The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ.   It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.

In a democratic republic, many  properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.

Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property.  He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be.   That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.                                                        

The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions.  The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed.  She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king.  The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life.  Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far  more evil than the king.

The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price.  However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored.  The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing.  When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil.  But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights.  ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy.  Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference. 
 cj 07232015 PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Mid-Eastern Tales 3

Mid-Eastern Tales 3
Curtis Johnson

Long, long ago,                                                                                before the Super Bowl, popcorn, and potato chips;
Yes, long ago, there lived a king in the Middle East.

His name was David, a very God fearing man,
and also a military general of the highest order.
He was loyal to his God, his country, and his soldiers.  He also became his nation’s greatest hero of all times.

He was a gifted musician and a psalmist.
He was fearless and strong, but a sexual weakness
changed the course of his entire life and family.

Lastly, one other error in judgment aroused  his God’s
displeasure.  Because of his mistake, King David was compelled to make a choice of evils.  Indeed, none of the choices presented  to him were good ones.

Sometimes, we are also placed in situations, either by self, others, or God.  In those often complicated and convoluted situations, we are forced to choose.  There are no exit signs or ways of escape to take flight.  The choice is not one of delight.  However,  responsibility demands that we choose.
10232016 cj Bible, 1&2 Samuel

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016