May peace reign under these three colours?
That the nazis fell to.' America Russia and
allied flags showing the whole world'
The same three colours, that saw us all through'
Here i invoke Christian values and vision.'
That have endured..Where these banners flew
True...As no traitor to freedom.' I lift the colours
Up too.! I stand for liberty and freedom..Now
Now what say all of you.?
A strange autumn this, with its closed fisted,
hollow fruitfulness.
Ashen drapes shroud listless maples, a sky
reluctant to color its face.
A hostile pestilence has worn out
the pith of those who still survive.
War has beat itself upon our shores,
and the dragons of earth and sky
have allied themselves
to the hidden worms.
The unripe fall far too soon.
Flying over the front lines
with the French Escadrille Lafayette
a brown and barren belt below
a strip of murdered nature and yet
during the warm months of spring and summer
seeds in the shattered ground would grow
delicate vibrant crimson flowers
in row after row after row
and in those poppy fields
that's how we remember them
all the fallen soldiers
those unforgotten gallant men
tho' Waterloo was won in a day
in a mad minute this battle was waged
while larks sang overhead in the month of May
four weeks and more it raged
before they beat the Hun had them on the run
it soon became apparent to the allied commanders
it's a long way from the playing fields of Eton
to the poppy fields of Flanders
“With patience and perseverance
We can win the hardiest race.”- By author
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Patience and Perseverance
On the journey of life when we embark
Let patience allied with perseverance
Be the lighthouse, our path to lit with spark
And permeate our spirit with endurance;
When wilful whirling winds waft down our soul
Let us not yield to dark clouds of despair
But forge ahead steadfast towards our goal
Without a single shaggy seam of scare;
Let`s not try the hilltop at once to clinch
As we may tumble down a dizzy slope
But, move forward step by step, inch by inch
With patience and perseverance to cope;
With patience we earn the Lord`s divine grace,
With perseverance we win the tough race.
Now for the long flight home feeling lost in present roam
Reliving our past days, weeks, my minds in wanting comb
Her smile, her charm, her look of warm, inviting adorn
We walked, we talked, but we never baulked our future born
Now eight thousand miles from each other, but, just yesterday
We joked, we laughed, we kissed, we cried, our us, in display
No sooner back, our paths grew strong, another flight booked
Her parents I meet, our paster we seek, yea, we're hooked
Forested walks, and more we talked, her family we're graced
Near future plans, to be adorned, two families soon embraced
Rizal statue, countryside, amidst its lush, two hearts beside
Balai Gloria's wish, two blessings futures bliss, we're now allied
Once again, against our grain, Manila bound, our hearts ground
Knowing that soon we'll be as one, soon to share sacred sounds
I'm standing on the external, Ninoy - Manila, waving blind goodbye
She never turned, turnaround, me too, we're too emotional in cry
X
A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n a t o.) With
The agreement n a t o would not move one inch further east.' Now they are the enemy again.? Although they are;
A free market country with a Christian ethos.' It all looks
Rather suspect to me.' Against such observations drawn from
History.'
I’ve lived up
till now
with my thumb
in life’s eye
In reckless
abandon
I shucked
and I jived
No virgin
was safe
no harlot
denied
The wages
of sin
my fortune
— allied
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Have you ever tried to light up the dark?
Or ever showed kindness from the heart?
What's the meaning of living a life like useless?
Ego, anger, cruelty, greed all are meaningless!
Feels like legacy had ended after your death,
A heartfelt goodbye and feelings beneath.
Have you ever tried to make a difference?
Are you worthy of your own existence?
Hats off Ratan! You lived life like Ratan!
Your friends are waiting for you to serve food!
But this time you didn't come back as all time.
Asking where that man went, who was good!
Waiting! Waiting! Waiting! Gone by the time.
Hats off Ratan! You lived life like Ratan!
What living looks like? I must tell your story!
What believing looks like? I replied in your name!
All my questions and you are all the answers!
You lived life like Ratan!
An inspiring, impactful, innovative life you had!
People or animals all are allied with your thread.
Thank you for letting us know how life looks like!
Travel! Teach! Ups and downs! Like a hike.
Hats off Ratan! You lived life like Ratan!
All army
Administrants
Add additional
Adrenaline addicts
Assigned always as airborne
Armored assault armies allied
Against antagonistic attack
As another act asserting action.
The longing for beloved, like a moth longing for flame,
extinguishing it's own fire, admiring it's own pain,
with the bejeweled beauty of stars and moonlight
I find you engulfed in the scent of my unforgiving plight.
The damage your absence did has never been aided,
the scars I have been carrying have never faded.
Your body might be aligned with roses and dust
but I'm still holding onto the blade of proses and lust.
The deeper it cut, the better it turn me into pieces,
for a poor, vulnerable, tortured soul, only left in traces.
Since centuries, conspiracies against you have allied with dove,
agony, misery, calvary, woe, curse, they say, but I opt for love.
Four-score years ago, the youth of Allied Armies stormed Normandy's shore;
Men in the December of their years returned today recalling the gore of war.
They wept at comrades graves who freely gave their all on that crimson strand;
Heros reaped by the Scythe of Death to ensure that freedom would yet stand.
Old men wept as the dulcet notes of Taps was played,
And rendered smart salutes as Old Glory was displayed!
Many of the veterans leaned on canes to guide their stride;
Others in wheel-chairs were helped by guides to ease their ride.
Gnarled hands that once held the fearsome weapons of war,
Beckon for peace that we shall know war nevermore!
Upon the plain above Omaha Beach lie 9000 buddies they mourn,
Who await Gabriel's clarion bugle call on that Triumphant Morn!
The glistening sand that once was stained by a hero's blood,
Is now cleansed by the ebb and flow of decades of tidal flood.
The beach that once resounded with the cannon's roar,
Now trembles with the booming surf rushing to the shore!
The hardships these gallant men suffered, we shall never know;
So much, so very much, to this Great Generation we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Back on the beaches of Normandy
The old men are assembled there
On walking sticks or Zimmer frames
Some confined to their wheelchair,
This diminishing band of heroes,
Survivors from eighty years before
Who by ship, parachute and glider
Were transported to the horror of war.
Now sitting with a quiet dignity to
Remember the beginning of the end
The blood, pain, swear and tears
The loss of comrade and friend.
For many maybe the last chance
To visit those beaches again
This slowly dwindling band
Of valiant and proud old men.
They are there to receive tribute
For the sacrifice so many made,
To appear before a grateful world
On this their maybe last Parade.
Many years ago a promise spoken
Which has been faithfully met
For your suffering and sacrifice
We pledge again we’ll not forget.
6th June 1944 nearly 160 thousand allied troops landed on the beaches at Normandy to start the beginning of the end of WW2 in Europe. The largest Naval invasion in history.
In addition more landed by glider and parachute.
D-Day had begun.
Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley I’d agree,
I have this last briquette in camera folder,
on the day it was eventually disposed of,
an ahh moment if there ever was one,
Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm hearth,
with my sister Jay’s wondrous glowing orb,
how she giggled so infectiously at will,
as intense vivid red flames leaped,
deep down inside we knew this couldn’t last,
a rubicon of sorts had now been crossed,
one final soiled clump of history,
that would resonate deep into late life mists,
our family clustered gaping in amazement,
at momentary flight of era toss on film,
an eternally preserved instant fetish,
some poignant flashback a capsule
Colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light,
impressively, true blue male hue, in spite
of the female shadows in a brown hue,
yet, it's the white margin, brilliant sky blue
the wing topper real showroom stopper,
BLUE STEEL ... VICTOR/VICTORIA ... partner.
A kin to Euro, "The hills are ALLIED ...,"
to well TORN in the Eastern CURTAIN side,
the species mate truly RUSSIA WITH LOVE.
Pupae flights May through October ... speak of,
open spaces, fallow ground, sunny slopes,
while within day's light, wings open and scopes
bound to tall grass, midst others -- falls in threats,
one of nature's pleasant, worthwhile assets.
'Twas a tawdry affair that trifles pittance fare,
A Qualified Judge.
~0~
Allied With Grudge.
~0~
Pride Did Smudge.
~0~
Backslide By Nudge.
~0~
Denied To Rejudge.
~0~
Teary-Eyed No Budge.
~0~
"FORGIVENESS"
"Implied?" ... "Theorized!"
"Her fate has already been decided ..."
"... and what of me ...?"
"Your fate will be defined."
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