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Oh, slaves of the nation who works and sweat!
Tired and restless--but still flee overseas
to support a hungry future that frets.
With  barks and claws gained from descent degrees,
if we must succeed-- oh, let us nobly work
so our blood and sweat may not fall to scrap,
veins swollen yet act by act we don't fall to smirk.
Freeing a flood of effort through thorns of gaps
though greedy compatriots act like monsters,
their eyes open wide but gone blindfolded by lies
some struggles and shout, aiming to conquer
bracing away from forms of guns and bribes.
Slaves are we but we're brave enough to replace
those crashing obstacles with lace of grace!
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4:29 pm; December 12, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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America is not a free Buffet

America is not a Free Buffet
Loch David Crane, M. Ed.
Border Patrol Auxiliary
22 September 2008

America is not a free buffet
for benefit of those from far away.
We have our borders, customs, laws, and rules
securing our posterity from fools,
criminals, diseased people, and those
who mean us harm and carry bombs.
Malaria and leprosy are brought
by the undocumented who aren't caught.
The dumb, the desperate, or the diseased,
those lacking skills and schooling from "back home,"
all feel entitled through our fence to roam.
They break in here, and that's why we're displeased.
	But those who choose to come here legally
	have done it right,   deserving to be free.

Copyright © Loch David Crane | Year Posted 2014

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Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 

I'd fought a hundred battles 
       through the ages past and new 
I'd been a lowly foot soldier 
       But at times commanded too. 
I was a witness of Arab mothers 
       Fleeing cities under-siege ; 
A new age liberator, 
       The commander of the third. 
I had served with Ceasar's legion; 
       The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. 
When Arthur was in his Kingship, 
I was a captain of the knights 
A horseman tough and skillful 
       Of medieval cavalier; 
But ages had transformed me 
       to dash with iron wheels 
The only time I meet MacArthur 
       Was in the salient of St. Mehiel 
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful 
       To the guns and bursting shell. 
Oh well take a look at Monty 
       Too slow for his advance 
He didn't expect me to take Palermo 
       or Mesina to my plan 
 I was reproved of my harshness, 
       They knew not that I was somber too 
I cared not of my language 
       As long as my point would get through 
I'd mixed my words with profanities 
       That my orders surely stick 
My men would always remember every word 
       While they're in the battle field 
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards 
       They have no place on this earth 
I sent them to the frontlines 
       That no more they would breed 
 Those swivel chair commanders 
       Discounted my two days time 
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued 
       Before his dog tag stops to chime. 
So my men made it to Dunkirk 
       To the delight of McAuliffe 
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis 
       but "nutz" was all he said. 
I was cut off of supplies and fuel 
       For Market Garden's sake 
But after pissing the flowing River 
       I held the Fuhrer's nest 
So soon another war was ended 
       Mine enemies had lost 
The iron carver claimed the glory 
       And relieved me from my post.   

Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013

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My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!

{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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My Heart beats faster when I touch my Gun

My Heart beats faster when I touch my Gun
Loch David Crane, 
Border Patrol Auxiliary
26 January  2010

We track illegal aliens in the snow.
It's easy to see where their booties go.
But "huddled masses yearning to breathe free"
should wait in line and come here legally.
Your thievery dishonors those who came
here legally, but have Latino names.
If you, like others, waited patiently
we'd welcome you "from sea to shining sea."
"Observe, report, direct" and document:
these lawful practices are our intent.
On nights like this, lit brightly by the Moon,
I monitor the freqs from our comms room.
	My heart beats faster when I touch my gun:
	it's in the holster empty, safety on.

(freqs are frequencies on the radio in the Communications center.)

Copyright © Loch David Crane | Year Posted 2014

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Veteran's Day

It's called, "The Greatest Story Ever Told,"
A virgin's child fulfilling prophecy
The Son of God who died for you and me
The Bible tells, "to save our sinful souls."

Another story just not quite as old
The struggle of a people to be free
Some fought and died for our democracy
These freedoms we enjoy, the debt that's owed

And yet we draw on faith to give us hope
Conveniently we worship as we please
Just thankful that one day is all it costs
So we can get back to our slipp'ry slope
Our veterans gave us this life of ease
They died for us, just not hung from a cross

    by Daniel Turner
dedicated to all United States Veterans

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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We Will Not Comply

We Will Not Comply

I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.

It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.

We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.

Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Bharathidasan's Pulikku nAy enta mUlai, Translated by T Wignesan

Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of his already posted). Born in Pondicherry – a French enclave in Tamil Nadu - he solded a lasting friendship with Bharathiyar during the 1910s when the latter sought refuge there from the British Adminstration as a political agitator.  For more details, check my article at 

For Tamils, Tamil is their mother-tongue, we said 
For Tamils, Tamilakam is their motherland, we said 

In Tamil Nadu what might the stranger yet seek to wreak? 
From the pouncing tiger where might the dog refuge seek? 
Drowsily withering subjection Tamils have known - enmity 
Won’t it be reduced to nought the day they wake up?

The ill-intentions of those in the North, their bones
Might crushed be given the might of the Tamil people. 
Let each in his own land freely make his home - let
The coveting of another’s land be crushed with force! 

Let a carefree existence the whole world envelope! 
Raised hands should good works accomplish before rest! 
There was a time the world cowed to the Tamil people - then 
Did the Tamils think of setting up their own colonial rule? 

Arrogate the right to property over other peoples’s goods 
Were there those amongst us who wrought thus back then


Pulikku nAy enta mUlai! 
tamilarkkut tamilE tAymoli enrOm 
tamilakam tamilarkkut tayakam enrOm 
tamil nAttil ayalark kini enna vElai? 
tAvum pulikkoru nAy enta mUlai? 
tUnkiya tuntu tamilarkal munpu - pakai 
tulakum anrO elunta pinpu? 
tinku purikinra vatakkarin enpu 
sitaintitac ceytitum tamilarin vanpu 
avanavan nAttil avanavan vAlka - mar 
rayal nAttaic curantutal atiyOtu vilka! 
tuvalata vAlkkai ulakellam sulka! 
tUkkiya kaikal aramnokkit tAlka! 
tamilanuk kulakam nAtunkiyatuntu - ankut 
tannatci niruvita enniyatunta? 
tamatE enru pirar porul kontu 
tamvala enniyOr enkular pantu! 

Some reflections (abridged here) on the above poem with respect to the Tamil classical literary corpus: 
     Classical Tamil literature of the Cankam period, around the 2nd to the 5th century A.D., and the post-Cankam epic and religious compositions up to about the 10th century or so is handed down to us in strict prosodical structures and clothed in literary conventions whose canon was already laid down in the ancient treatise on linguistics, prosody, and poetics: Tolkappiyam, according to conservative estimations, as early as the 3rd century B.C. The reason for this is evident. Until the printing press was implanted at Tranquebar, a little to the south of Pondicherry, when Father Beschi, an Italian Catholic missionary who wrote and translated from the Tamil into Latin, in the early 17th century, all of Tamil literature was written down and preserved in perishable palm-leaf manuscripts whose longevity was limited to between two to three hundred years, depending on the quality of their conservation. As such, almost all of pre-nineteenth century Tamil writing was committed to memory, and learning by rote constituted the essential mental exercise for the very young in age. 
      The colonial European “enemy” of the past set aside, he then takes on, in the following quatrain, the indigenous northern Indian Aryan as the “enemy” who may be construed as forming part of the Brahmin minority - though infinitely powerful caste - in Tamil Nadu. 
     The final quatrain then holds up the Tamil glorious mediaeval past as an example of conquerors who were unwilling to play the colonial master. Paratitasan, of course, is here refering to the great Tamil Cola kings: Rajaraja I (985-v.1014) and his son, Rajendra I (1012 - 1044), and Rajendra Kulottunga Cola I (v.1070-1120), whose army and naval forces conquered Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia, and the lands leading up to the Ganges River at Benares from the Southern Peninsula and the Deccan, after having defeated the Calukyas of the northwestern Deccan with their army of nine-hundred thousand soldiers and followers.[Sastri:1984, 140- 341] 
     Let us next look at the prosodic organization of the poem. At first glance, the rhyme scheme: end-rhymes or iyaipu, is as follows: aa bb cddd efff ghii. If we put aside the taniccol or separate word common in Tamil prosody in c, e, and g, there is only h which detracts from the almost perfect scheme of rhymes. But then, in actual fact, barring the taniccol, all the end rhymes are perfect: aa bb cccc dddd eeee (cf. the transliteration). The only ending, in the fourteenth line, which appears to deviate from the norm is actually made up of tuntu and a, the latter being an interrogative particle. Further, excluding the first couplet which is a mere statement of fact preceding the body of the poem, somewhat like an epigrammatic quotation, the three quatrains with the second couplet placed at the end could make for a Shakespearean sonnet. 
     Tamil poetry still places much store by alliteration or monai, a poetical device which enjoyed much appreciation in all forms of mediaeval poetry. The first three words of the first two lines, the first two of the fifth, the first and third of the ninth - are all appropriate examples. 
    Another basic requirement of Tamil prosody is the initial rhyme or etukai which falls on the second syllable of the first word, repeated in successive words or lines. The first couplet is a perfect example of initial rhymes. Others may be found in the last two lines, and so forth. 
The above excerpts are taken from a chapter in my book on Tamils and their literary achievements. T. Wignesan. Rama and Ravana at the Altar of Hanuman: on Tamils, Tamil Literature and Tamil Culture.  Chennai: Institute of Asian Studies, 2006 & Allahabad:, 2008, 750p..

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet 12 - A prayer for my people

Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears

Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes

Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways

Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2014

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long live India,long live you

soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you

world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars

long live India,long live you

terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike

long live India,long live you

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015

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Live and Lets Live

You run, I run, each one in his own pace no need for a rift, one man to his lane when I run into you to hit your face then life gets a red eye and goes insane your way of life may be full of grace that does not mean you hang us on a crane if I like I can look and embrace but let me be if I see as mundane you want a law for all of us sir you ban me to dine in a cool bar b’cos you want to lead and be a star? I may bare wood, rice or even broom in your view they are not the best and doom don’t dare on men’s ways or else hate will loom

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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i'm going outside today
out where the blood and riots lay
out to the streets of chant and stand
out where the people make demands

young men, young women, elders too
take a stand against taboo
and tell these leaders of corruption
we're gonna make a resurrection

and demand change and better ways
i'm gonna go outside today
and see if living can take a turn
as young teach old what can be learned

i'm going outside today
coming home or going home, i cannot say

© Goode Guy 2014-02-21

Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2014

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I am Staying

I’m Staying!
Steve L. Siegel
August, 2015

What if we did have an authority of our own? 
All across America and our native lands, 
Were we choose to place our hats and call home, 
Nine-eleven brought us tears to my and your lands. 
We all cried as smoke rose up from the towers, 
This nation watched as the ash and smoke rose up, 
Taking dreams away in a wink of a few hours, 
It was time for our own country to wake-up. 
On this sad day, we felt we stood all alone. 
In one day we stood arm too arm as brothers, 
Ready to fight for our nation's own birthstone. 
Now we'll get to see if this be our own luster. 
Because, I'm staying till the fight has been won!

Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2015

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Legend of the Unknown

Tender smile fumes, the vanished touch of yore
Against midnight scream, passion in folklore
Tether thy gaily words. Not a tear loss
Arise ye heads, looked thence before at toss.
Silence posit as means for foe deceit.
Norm thath mandate knees ‘till poseur forfeit;
Smash across bloody, unknown one gallant
Niggle on trust which n’vr malevolent.

Flee and austere, meek wolves escape shameless,
Fight outside pride, hope tributes when helpless.
Oh! Might destroy peace nurtured humble eye;
Obscure fate hung after teary goodbye.

Untold misery haunts. Short lived supper
Unfold all plots. We died unseen pauper.

Copyright © Elijah Uchiha-Chara | Year Posted 2013

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I love my Country

                  I love my Country                            English Sonnet                                 

                                I live in India, the state West Bengal
                                On North, standing Himalayan Ranges
                                On South thrashes, restless Bay of Bengal.
                                My home town on river strands of Ganges.

                                Bengal honored by world recognition,
                                Poet Tagore crowned as Universal,
                                Vivekananda on global mission,
                                Scientist J.C. Bose, International. 
                                Nature blesses with moderate climate
                                Culture and Education flourish best.
                                Peace-compassion are motto of the state.
                                Bold truthful honesty is the asset.

                          ‘What Bengal thinks today’: Indians know,
                           Whole India is sure to think tomorrow.

                Sonnet about country where you live Contest by Silent One
  Third Place

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2017

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Your own computer, where they should not go,
'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell
All sacred are the words they should not know,
Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell.

The scum of life know secrets to the lock,
They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte.
And troubled nights, not sleeping like a rock
You'll laugh it off, as just imagined plight.

But know you well, conspiracies they thrive,
from cyberspace, they bring you false alarm,
Intimidation keeps their cause alive
Their snooping's meant to bring you naught but harm.

If you've uneasy feeling someone's there
Then know you well, they're with us ev'rywhere.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Hope is anticipation 
Hope is feeling to get something 
Hope is patience to have any good opportunity 
In hard times hope is the only thing which gives enthusiasm to cope up with 
Hope is the ray of god's ecstasy 
Hope is the possibility in the rare case 
Hope is desire 
We just have to keep it so that it can't die too soon 
Don't baffle around to get it you just have to keep it inside your heart 
Hope is redemption 
Hope is remorse 
Hope is everything 
You just don't have to give up

Copyright © Elinora Brook | Year Posted 2016

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Amazing India

Amazing India
I am from India, where the Taj rests,
We heartily welcome all our guests.
Worshiping Mother Nature is our greatest trait,
We are the world's largest democratic state.
When the world is looking forward for a vision,
ISRO is there with its impossible mission.
We are famous not only for our players,
But authors, poets, dancers and actors.
India is the land of Dreams and Opportunities,
Of Traditions, Miracle and dazzling Beauties
India has all the colors of the rainbow
Festivals, fun, love and respect have easy flow.
Military our strength, Tricolor our pride,
Our constitution we cordially abide.

Date: 06/11/2017
Third place win in the Contest: Sonnet about where you live - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2017

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The Real Heroes

Many fight for this so we are not forced to
Their blood, sweat, and tears all to defend us
Now we must thank them for all that they do
Even the most simple things like riding a bus 

Some people take for granted all their work
We roam free because they allow us to 
We are blind as to why we must not lurk
in the shadows trying to make it through

We do not know who the real heroes are 
It is not the everyday person
rather those who are not close but afar
those who left their spouses, daughter, and son

Be thankful for the soldiers we have here 
and always mind those that needed a bier

Copyright © Cory Davis | Year Posted 2017

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glow india,glow you

everybody says,india is being attacked by seperatists
stay beautiful,generating india gravity waves
green revolution,white revolution,blue revolution,india revolution
re-resource civil india,re-resource civil india,re-resource civil india

glow india,glow you

everybody says india is being attacked from across borders
stay beautiful,generating india soldier-wand waves
re-future military india,re-future nilitary india,re-future military india

glow india,glow you

everybody says,india is being attacked by aliens
stay beautiful,generating soul balancing waves
reach for sky-ceiling

glow india,glow you

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2016

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The true Patriot's laughter

The True Patriot’s laughter

When he opens his mouth to laugh
Displaying his precise dental order
He laughs like Angels in divine abode
Preparing to bring rainfall to the earth

When the patriot laughs in the morning
The clouds descend slowly and listen		
Then open their pipes as Angels sing 
In the morning all is cool, quiet and wet

The words of a patriot to the nation 
Bring cool breeze to bored creatures
Leaves that listen sway with peace
Like tadpoles souls of men swim in joy

And when the patriot kicks the bucket
He does so with sweet silent laughter
Humans, animals, insects, trees, shadows
Mourn his departure and celebrate his life

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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not we the indians

high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when working,one-man army
during holidays,solo wanderer
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when peace,no-rain like ban
during war,nuke like destruction
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when commited,magic like colonising
during rest,magic like relinquishing world
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2017

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india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
arab spring revolution
china tiananmen square uprising
russia perestroika collapse
world's most time-tested country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
grainery-rich country india
spacecraft country india
missile country india
world's most etopian country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts
earth offers india gravity
sky offers india space
people offer india resources
world's most populous country india
india first,india lasts
india first,india lasts

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2017

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Naija sonnet 013

Naijiria our papa land,
where you dey go?
everybody don move finish go jand
yesterday Emeka self go play lotto
whether luck go shine; make him join the band.

Our leaders self no dey help matter
Na only their pocket them know
We hope say this new one go differ
and him bar: him no go set low.

Raise your hands up Naijirians
make una embrace this change.
him no be una saviour;
but make una give am una support,
so that him go fit create that rapport

Copyright © olise egbune | Year Posted 2017

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The Castles of Princes

To that waving angry sea sand,
In that twilight hours for cattle,
The 'Princes of Time' built Castles.
Some said ,"mine's better". "Mine" ,one said.
Under the sky of dawn winter ,
They raised flags to limit the sky.
Turned up, turned side, stayed quick - I saw.
I hate their *roses, red though.
I hate their shrilling song of "My".
They built, they played, they fought, they marred,
Unto the twilight - nearing dark.
These Princes though very little,
Unto the twilight - nearing dark,
At the shore, they built SAND Castles.

*Roses = lips

Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017