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Details | Light Poetry |
If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be my senate
and their satisfaction my template.

If I were the president
all sectors will be cycled with excellence
all human needs will be met with kindness.

If I were the president
cremation of human disasters fully executed
our mentality will be built in love.

If I were the president
good ideas, I’ll romance
into reality, I’ll convert.

If I were the president
life will be a comfort zone
with every compatriot a beneficiary.

If I were the president,
the simple flow of Life would be applied;
basic made basic, luxury made luxury.

If I were the president
health, mobility, literacy and justice
would be rights, not privileges.
This third world I see
would be transformed to the first, I dream of,
so God……… Make me the president that we need.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
The beauty of the dream
Even fools are allowed in
Misinformed and crawling on narrow stony roads
Yet in this land anything goes
We all have the right to our opinions and views
Apparently even old fools
One day soon
Guns will be taken
So that freedoms truly rule
As the clowns dance
One day
Poets shall rule

Remember this! Obama was no fool!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018

Details | Rhyme |
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 The great 35th president of US It wasn't really a success He tried to stop the missile bases There were lot of angry faces When there was about to be a war Peace was what he asked for Texas was the place he was shot Later, the criminal was caught He didn't survive the pain His people cried like the rain

Copyright © Heeju Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

By Leonard Kleeman

Women in real combat, can that really be?
The news article had a great big headline.
It stated that when outdoors, women can't pee.
And, even if it's true, that's no business 
of mine.

The Pentagon will now rescind its combat ban.
Which means all the danger doesn't belong 
just to a man.
But there are many opponents who say
that women are too weak to have it 
that way.

That's very funny 'cause I never thought women 
to be weak.
Many gals that I know are stronger than some men.
It matters not how big they are or what kind 
of physique;  
All the strength that women have or need is 
within them.

To pee outside is not the thing they need
 neither is skipping showers or pee in the wild.
They just need their brothers and sisters in arms 
to cover their backs and not think of their charms,
and to accept them in combat and not think they're mild.

They are brave and courageous if you think 
what they do.
They can give birth to babies and then 
help you too. 
They have strength in their hearts and smarts 
in their head.
And if you get bad they'll beat you instead.
Where women have fought before
During peace and mostly at war,
They have fought well and won for their side
and had no reason for anything to hide.

So they can pee outside or pee in the wild.
Or even shower where men are beguiled.
Now that the Pentagon has made its analysis 
that women fighting at war would not be calamitous, 
They should not hold them back just because they 
have no *****es.

Copyright © Leonard Kleeman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Mai ek bhartiye  
Mere desh BHARAT main, 
Tirange ke libaaz main, 
Mai kuch khas hun.. 
Phate kapdon mai bhi, 
Ek shahi andaaz hun.. 
780 bhashashao ke sang, 
Ek garaj, ek madhur saaz hun.. 
Mai kabhi LATA si koyal hun, 
Mai sabki ek hi awaaz hun.. 
Mai hi PRAYER, 
aur mai hi NAMAAZ hun.. 
Mera desh bharat hai, 
Mai Bharat ka naaz hun.. 
Bus ek bhartiye hun 
Per mai kuch khaas hun....!!
                                                                         By :--ANKIT DEDHA

Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Light Poetry |

No matter whether it’s
yes or no,
Whichever way the vote
may go,
For some there’ll be short-
lived elation
But long-term damage to
a once proud nation.

There’ll be no winners, 
there’ll be no gains,
Except for the politicians
with personal aims.
Their legacy, at what cost,
A once proud nation,
Divided Lost.

In the work place, in the
Recriminations free to
Friendly rivalry a valued
Will carry now, an edge,
just wait.

A United Kingdom bestows
us pride,
Economics put aside.
A value such cannot be
And should be grasped
and should be treasured.

Be aware of those in 
absolute power, 
Who preach to you: ‘This
is the hour!’
Your legacy for future 
Surely not...Divided 

The future’s right – we
are a delight,
We are still United – it
sure is right.
God Bless the UK – and
a brand new dawn,
Who will be next? Please,
wait your turn?!

The future looks bright,
it has to be right,
The voting is over – the 
result was so tight!
God bless you, Alex Salmond – 
you gave us a vote – 
But now you’ve quit – 
Nicola Sturgeon, does
now take note!

Now bring in the UKIP – 
and the general election – 
We need a new party – 
we need some elation,
The coalition is out – 
while Labour do charge,
Please welcome the Ukip - 
and Nigel Farage!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Woh chale rooth ke humse ee dosto
 na ruke wo bulane pe bhi ee dosto
 De chale apni Jaan watan ke waste
 Na  jhuke dushmano ke saamne ee dosto

 Wo rahe mushkilo me ee dosto
 Sitam he sahe angrezo ee dosto
 Jeetne Na diya zalimon ko kabhi
 Jawani nyocchawar kar chale dosto
 Taki azadi me jiye ehle watan 

 Unke kafan Na mile ee dosto
 Unke badan the Chile ee dosto
 Wo lade the akhri saans tak humare liye
 Bhool gaye unki shahadat ko hum dosto
 taaki azadi me jiye ehle watan

Copyright © parth Shrivastava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Aaj meri rooh tak kap gayi
Uss sard thand hawa me 
Naa jane Kese reh gaya 
wo sipahi Barf ki kabrogha me

Meri maa ne mujhko dekha
To dard ankhon me dikha 
Hadiyaan uski gal gayi
Uski maa ne kesa saha

Vo ladta raha mere liye 
Vo marta raha mere liye 
Dard bhari cheekh tak 
Mere zehen se guzri nahi

Pita ka haath pakad kar 
Usne bhi chalna seekha tha
Uss sipahi ki maa ne 
use apne doodh se seecha tha

Me chen se ghar beth kar apni
Kalpanao ki udan bharta hu
mujhe zinda rakhne ke liye
Uske ehsaan ko pranam karta hu

salaam usko aaj desh
Sara karta he
Ese bharat maa ke bete ko
Uparwala bhi naman karta he

Unn logo ne aaj teri
Shahadat ko badnaam kar diya
Ee bharat maa ke sapoot
Tune desh ka naam kar diya

Copyright © parth Shrivastava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
A poem for republic day.....
~~~~~ Jai Hind ~~~~~~~~
From great nation, India, we hail,
Where Indus valley used to prevail.
Emperors came, emperors gone,
We always regained our own throne.
Last was the English invasion on us,
Brutal than Alexander, Ghazni, and Poras,
Wings of Golden Bird were torn,
To teach Non-violence, Bapu was born.
Bhagat, Rajguru, Sukhdev chose their way,
With combined efforts came a strong ray.
Nehru, Lala, Shashtri we can’t forget,
But for unsung heroes we regret.
Finally the moment of freedom came,
Now the wildest elephant we could tame.
Tricolour perpetually tells us to go on,
Despite of Ram, Rahim, Aryan or John.
Democracy, harmony we really praise,
Most of the intellectuals of all, we raise.
Tell everyone this noble story.
How to take the nation to zenith of glory.
Independence and republic day are not only to celebrate,
We must ever have full respect to commemorate.
India is united from Kashmir to Chennai and Assam to Sind,
Let’s come together and say aloud Jai Hind Jai Hind Jai Hind.
Written by: I. B. Chhetri

Copyright © Indra B Chhetri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
America 101
By Curtis Johnson

When I was born in 1949, Harry Truman was the President of The United States.  Of course I do not personally remember him.  Mr. Truman was followed by Mr. Dwight Eisenhower, but I don’t remember him either.  However, the first President that I recall was Mr. John Kennedy who was elected in 1960.  Therefore, in my lifetime I have experienced 12  U. S. Presidents, 10 of which I remember from my childhood of about 10 years of age until the present.  I am now 65 years of age.   

I am by no means a historian, but I have been consciously engaged as an American for more that 50 years.    If  I were asked to summarize America in relation to the life, times, and events of the last 10 Presidents, I would entitle my summary  America 101.  This narrative would cover the period from 1960 to the present 2015.     

If  I were an artist, the portrait would be filled with blood, weapons of war, some symbol of measured peace, government spent dollar bills, aborted babies, new cars, fine homes, and other symbols of prosperity, the homeless and unemployed people, stock markets of bulls and bears, airplanes flying into twin towers.  The list could be endless.   But I am neither historian nor artist, but please allow me to demonstrate in ‘a first person format’ as best I can.  The portrait in words would be as follows:

My name is John F. Kennedy, and as president of the United States, I challenged my fellow Americans with just a  few and simple words.   I said, “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”.   I faced a huge crises with the Soviet Union over missiles being shipped and set up in Cuba.   I stood up to the threat and potential war was averted.   

As President, I was commander-in-chief and fought two wars.  I fought the war in Vietnam and the war on poverty.  I’m sorry to say that I lost them both.   I pushed for and signed into law civil rights bills, and I implemented several antipoverty programs.  I declined to run a second term.  My name is Lyndon B. Johnson

As President I took foreign policy seriously and opened up China.  On the home front I sought to establish law and order.  I know that I caused a lot of problems, but I told the American people, “I’m no crook”.  I was elected two terms, but I resigned midway through my second term.  My name is Richard Nixon.

I became your President, but I was never elected by you.  I served for a short period, and I did my best by seeking to united the American people.  I pardoned  President Nixon to bring stability to my country.
For many years I served as Senator from the State of Michigan.  My name is Gerald Ford.

I was born again, and I promised America that I would not lie.  I worked hard for peace in the Middle East.  However, I failed in my attempt to free the hostages in Iran.   I was also a peanut farmer and a Governor of the State of Georgia.  My name is Jimmy Carter.

By the time I became your president I was close to 70 years of age, but I did free the hostages.  I taught that in foreign policy, we needed to ‘trust but verify’.  I said to the President of Russia, “Tear down these walls”.
By the time I left office, those walls came tumbling down.   My name is Ronald Reagan.

When Iraq attacked Kuwait, I united a lot of countries to stop his advance.  I insisted on establishing world order and forced Sadam Housan to leave Kuwait.  The American people loved me for that.  Nevertheless, when the American economy started to deteriorate, my popularity began to unravel.  I said for the people to “read my lips”.  They read my lips and denied me a second term as President.   My name is George Bush.

In my administration, the U.S. economic was turned around.  I did not tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God, but I was right about “The Economy Stupid”.   My name is Bill Clinton.

When asked what I wanted  to do in Iraq, I repeatedly said time and time again, “Regime change”.  I finally went to war against Iraq and Saddam Hussein.  I drove him out of office and forced him to be brought to justice.  On the home front the American economy grew sour.  The war was frustrating and longer that I had hoped, but I held to my convictions and was elected to a second term.   My name is George W. Bush.

By the time I was elected to office, the American economy was in shambles, and it would get far worse before it got better.  I came to the oval office with the idea of bringing hope to the American people.  We found and killed Osama Bin laden and brought most of our soldiers home from Iraq.  I have been spending more money that anyone in the history of the world.  We did bail outs, loans, takeovers, grants, and we even helped to stabilize the stock market.  My administration brought healthcare to the forefront, and a national program is underway.  It is very costly, and there is much controversy over my healthcare program.
My administration is still in progress, and I guess only history will reveal the success or failure of all we are doing.   We are still hoping.  My name is Barack Obama.  cj06152015

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France of Jeanne D'Arc.
Most of them show her riding a horse with sword held high.
I've see that image in many Places in the north.

My favorite statue of her is in Notre Dame de Rheims.
She looks to be standing a vigil in her armor
With her battle flag posted behind her.

I've also been to Place Jeanne D'Arc in the city of Rouen,
Where the British tormented, interrogated, and immolated her.
It didn't look like a sad place, but I felt sad there for her.

I don't know if she really heard angelic voices,
But her story always inspired me--
Probably the only non-Biblical saint that ever did.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

We hear that patience is a virtue 
Is this true, or simply virtual reality 
When leaders are teaching our youth; 
do as I say, not as I do 
Regression to a version of the American 

Impatience is becoming intolerance 
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance 
In a blind world conforming to violence 
Very few see need for benevolence

Many view crime as way of life 
Government fuels fires, causing strife 
Committing true crime with their lack of 
Our country torn by those who lied

Promoting bigotry and distaste for the 
 But these days color and homosexuality 
are lactose free 
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem, 
Love is love, embrace the hate 
Hold it tightly until it sees the light

Peace pushed just beyond our reach 
We realize that “hope and change” was 
just a speech 
Wars raging through the land we call 
In God we trust, not this powerful regime

Speak out now with virtuous impatience 
Change is change no matter how small 
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance 
and grace 
Serve what you stand for, no time left to 

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
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

Details | I do not know? |
You're 3000 mile away
its 6 am
I'm in my own bed
dead asleep
my phone rings
its 3am
but your voice could wake me from a coma
you're 3000 miles away
and its only 3am

Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice is their system and we pledge to resistance
The freedom our mothers and fathers fought for is enjoyed by the exclusive
The songs of freedom only sound in their ears oh the Lion of my land
Is it not yesterday we condemned injustice and oppression of us the sub Saharan?

Is this what you fought for oh Tongogara?
They enjoy the tax payer’s bread on arms to tyrannize him
I’m embarrassed of my motherland who acquisitions arms in a not
For war but its citizens, then shall it be a state with inhabitants in terror?
We have suddenly became terrorists and suspects in our motherland oh Nehanda
It seems you fought for the graduation of black oppression instead of independence oh my King Nkomo
Raise your head and experience a glance the morning sun again
Those who points out evil are now the enemy by our own leaders
Ask me of the scent of food, water, freedom right I hardly can tell but
I can draw for you the sound of guns sirens teargas button sticks, shockers and
The weight of hand cuffs as well as the walls of Chikurubi and
Oh Lobengula let your bones rise for us our cherished grandpa

For how long oh Kaguvi shall we be second class citizens in our homes
They prefers a white friend for a black one Neo-colonialism some call it
The marketplace you left us oh King Musika are now for the Asian investors
Not it is bad, but our prohibition of vending even in the corners of our towns
You find your child under the rod of a lawman not for crime but gathering for his
Family while foreigners and elite ones are marketing indoors
In their road blocks it either you are white or you pay

If this is freedom the lock me up in chains of slavery
They fail to respect the edicts we contracted on as one, and claim our freedom fo us
Is it so
They rule the book not by it or letting to rule.
Wealthy and deep pockets is abiding by the law for the tribunal is on sale
Justice is now found in the market place than the courtrooms
Say a word against them congratulate me if you see the morning sun
We pray for our sons and daughters oh Lion of my nation,
For how long shall they persecute our prophets oh Fathers of Africa
Chikurubi has rather been turned into a church and school for the just lie in her bosom
For how long o God shall we be captive in our own homes
If things gets hard we calm if they are harder were most calm
In their hardest times composure dwells in us but the time has come
Tajamuka, sesijamukile hatichada sesifuni enough is enough

Copyright © collen gaga | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain


Copyright © dennis curry | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
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 | Prose Poetry |
We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate 
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.

Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor 
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing 
To be you- A SOLDIER......

Copyright © Hina Saxena | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

Our country, however described,
Is still our land, A Gift from God.
It to be defended by the able,
The land where Patriots trod.

Increasingly we express our love,
Especially those who have served.
This is our native land,
More that we deserve.

God made the country,
Man took control.
What wonder then we are in turmoil,
It tears my very soul.

Our home is a philosopher's dream,
He thinks he is in command.
But if he did not defend it in uniform,
He does not deserve this land.

He reads and contemplates the power,
The vast garden does bestow.
But he abuses its very foundation,
He just will never know.

It took our loyal ones in uniform,
To stand brave and tall.
To show those who would harm us,
They were headed for a fall.

Thank God for our military,
Remember those who gave their life.
Plus those who retired with honor,
We did our best and bore the strife.

One nation under God,
Let us not forget.
He still is the One in charge,
He hasn't left us yet.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Gold Medals Wanted...

At this point in time, it is a worrisome time when Malaysia as a country fumbles....
Economics, politics and a divided people are part of her myriad set of troubles...

In sports Malaysians generally sought relief and belief, and a little pride...
It is shocking but the facts are out and Malaysians need to quicken our strides..

We are devastated, we were shamed when UAE soccer boys hammered ours 10-0....
Our bastion of pride, Datuk Nicol David the ever energetic Duracell Bunny....
Was dislodged from her record 109 months' reign as Woman Squash Number 1  recently...

Our aging Datuk Lee, despite his playing years battle in badminton still for our country's pride...
But the years have taken its toll on his invincibility and Malaysians must accept he is on a downward slide....

Together with the our Bunny squash queen, they each try their very best to honour the country....
All Malaysians take awesome pride each time the national anthem is played loud and clear...

The anthem proudly proclaims a patriotic Malaysian who has battled tooth and nail to ultimately prevail..
Everytime a sporting son or daughter of Malaysia makes it to the winner's podium..

For now , Malaysians have heroes and heroines in squash, diving and badminton...
But our nation demands many more from its citizens, for the country to forge on...

For the elusive quality of a unified people is achievable and obvious in sporting glory...
Unified in spirit, pride and fame, Malaysians can pull together and weather all storms....
So, children of Malaysia, go for gold in all kind of sports in order a troubled Malaysia can reborn...

Go, Malaysia, go, go for gold! With your exploits, Malaysia is again a nation whole!

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
"Let all the ends thou aimest at, by thy country, Thy God, and Truths.  Shakespeare

The bugler played Taps,
Shoes glistened in the sun.
Uniforms worn with pride,
To honor the last one.

Washington, Jefferson, Adams and more,
A new republic for all.
Their lives, family and fortune,
Risked so we would not fall.

A call to arms dear patriot,
A nation to defend.
Many would die for freedom,
They fought to the end.

We were torn asunder,
Our roots pulled apart.
The North and South in battle,
Tore at our country's heart.

The leaders from one land,
Called to calm the world.
We sent our finest,
Victory certain when our flag unfurled.

The greatest inventions known to man,
Came from the USA.
We shared with our friends,
To bring a better day.

An election changed things,
A leader for himself.
Destroyed al we love,
Denied a chance for wealth.

Foreigners tell us what to do,
Control our daily life.
We buried the last patriot,
We now live in fear and strife.

United States Air Force, Retired

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

Behold, the dark clouds of dependence melt away
See, the lull after the storm
Untouchable flow of gratification...
Yes, we smelt the fragrance of freedom

Of course,it is the goal of Indian's life
To protect and save our mam Bharath
Look, The presence of the great soul Mahathmaji
With every waking breathe of our's...

Oh,it is the day of Independence,
Describe with cartoons of freedom and proud...
Say,proudly,we are Indians...we are bold...
Jai Bharath matha.. Jai Mahathmaji....

Copyright © Divya Nair | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
My Lost Legacy

At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley
Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue
Dishes once prepared for celestial wedding but poured in adieu 
Into its mouth, as sand, shells and beads, in repeated dilly-dally.

At the land’s end I stand, like rishi Agastya, who captured
Whole River in his rage, once stood here on mission to level
Peninsula Bharat as world converged for Siva’s marital revel
In Himalayas; if crow marooned his rage, row my riches ruptured.

At the land’s end I stand, like Parasurama who in a sober mood
Once wielded his axe pushing Arabian Sea to make a land, lush
With peppers, heating even snake Vasuki to vomit in holy blush;
If paternal command made his matricide, fratricide pursued our feud.

At the land’s end I stand where once stood Ramakrisna’s disciple
After stirring conscience of world in Chicago; beyond here was held
Assembly of great litterateurs ere the second was in temple city held;
If ocean immersed my land and literature, emotion forged our typal.

At the land’s end I stand still, as hands of time forever pull sun
From eastern bay in its zeal of morn, only to push it down western
Sea sealing day on its rolling wheel; legacy once to powers western
I lost; I seek once again, striving with vigor tirelessly like the sun.

Copyright © Swamidhason Francis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28

Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.

The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.

Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.

Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.

Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.

One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.

Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
De Rerum Natura (On The Nature Of Things)

What end, our patience,
Of those who know not?
Shame on those,
Who speak without thought.

Gallant souls tend to be,
Mediators for good.
Written documents for proof,
Doing what honorably people should.

No common good is found,
Some try to dominate.
No justice, it is wrong,
Please, please, we cannot wait.

What power came to them,
Why are they so cruel?
The burning pain in my heart,
I feel such a fool.

Please read our constitution,
It is a road map for good.
Defend it unto death,
You promised that you would.

Every nation has its rulers,
Character guides their way.
In America people have the power,
Elected ones have gone astray.

Liberty demands a dwelling place,
Our founders made it so.
Tyrants control our government,
It is time for them to go.

The pride of wealth,
Determines now who lead.
The masters of law and the courts,
Make our people bleed.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Super Bowl Number Fifty,
A spectacular affair.
My favorite part,
Up in the air.

Five fighter jets,
Stirred hearts of the world.
Flying in formation,
As the flag unfurled.

A tribute to America,
Televised to many lands.
Patriotism at its very best,
We are in good hands.

Our nation's finest,
Trained to serve.
Protect our homeland,
More than we deserve.

Bi-planes in World War One,
Become an Ace by downing five.
Their courage changed the world,
Many sons came home alive.

Big Bombers all the rage,
The Second World War was here.
Fighters for support,
Men who knew no fear.

Korea came along,
South against the North.
Jets now ruled the skies,
Our nation knew their worth.

Protect us in the air,
Be proud of what you do.
Let the world see who you are,
Honor the Red, the White, the Blue.

Master Sergeant, USAF-Retired

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Mr. President

Poise, grace, calm, cool and collected

Standing tall in the nation among nations

At times disrespected, 

call him what you may

He is still standing tall at the end of the day.

Nothing is going to change the fact

That he is a political genius and yes he is Black.

He’s Black, White and Brown,

Holding this country down. Seldom do you see a frown.

Highly educated and widely celebrated

To our country he is loyal and greatly dedicated.

The challenges to the office is vast and critical

The playing field would be level if the issues were just political

But small minded people biggest issues are racial

They chant I want my country back

What other president has gotten this flack.

To lead us he has to walk through a mind field.

Many people don’t want to yield.

But that’s ok.  This is the USA.

We have the choice of voting our way.

He’s up against birthers’ rumors

And racial tumors.

Born on US soil,

going through bigotry and turmoil

He didn’t dodge the draft

He has a silent and quick wrath.

He is making decisions,

Despite the country’s political divisions.

Compassionate for his country

Nothing will change the fact that he is making history

Call him this, and call him that.  Discuss his origination

Nothing will change the fact that in 2008 – 2012 he is president of this

great nation.

Judge him on principles and decisions made

Not by your small mentality and prejudicial ways.

He is standing strong, standing tall

Representing this country,

Thinking of us all.

Dealing with oil spills

And health care bills

A war in Iraq and Afghanistan

He even dealt with Bin Laden in Pakistan.

He wakes up running attacking the issues at hand

He’s an awesome man;

the leader of this great land.


Copyright © Chris Raines | Year Posted 2014