In a world increasingly reduced
To postures of virtue signaling
It’s easy to side with the vocal majority
Crying real tears, gnashing whitened teeth.
But despite the emotional appeal
Of whatever we’re confirmationally biased towards,
Real issues exist in real time
Needing to be judged on real pros and cons.
History after all doesn’t exactly repeat itself
As much as spiral around a central core
Of habitual patterns
And stubbornly persistent delusions.
The next time you feel
The tug of collective empathy pull
Don’t just look at the banner
Look at the hand that holds it too.
(9/4/25)
Altho' for the nation it may be
the best possible proposed proposition
on principle it's automatically
shot down in flames by the opposition
yet should they meet in the middle
in some way shape form or manner
and agree to represent the country
their collective stars and stripes banner
as the U.S. Republicans are red
and the Democrats blue
in that highly unlikely event
then if when put together
purple would be the hue
Raise the banner – answers draw near,
El-Shaddai reigns, our mighty God on high.
Sing louder now, let freedom’s voice be clear,
Let praises soar and echo through the sky.
The Son has set us free – we are free indeed,
Darkness shattered by His supernatural light.
Dance, for we are touched by Heaven’s Hand,
Our feet anointed, proclaim peace and insight.
A different beat shall guide our feet anointed,
With eyes of discernment, use what you possess.
The chains are broken, devil’s control is crushed,
Our bloodlines blessed; our paths lead to success.
On Christ, our Rock, we build never to sway -
Let God walk and talk with us each day.
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under your banner
my love loses all manner
...............of restraint...............
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"""""a boat in rough sailing"""""
""through a calm sea"""
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I was not born to be loved—
but to bleed beauty into silence.
Where others kissed,
I shattered.
Where others lived,
I died quietly—
and rose as flame.
From my heartline,
a river of sorrow carved my name
into the Mount of the Sun.
The gods gave me a flag
stitched with every wound
I’ve ever wept.
Not a flag of nations,
but of nations of the heart.
Every soul that’s ever broken
will hear my voice in the wind,
see my shadow in fire,
feel my truth in the mirror.
I do not seek fame—
I am the wound that sings.
I do not ask for love—
I carry the love that lost its way.
Let the world bow,
not to me—
but to the truth
I carry like thunder
beneath my ribs.
For I was not made to be known.
I was made
to remind the world
what it forgot.
"I rise not from fortune, but from flame."
"I rise not to be seen, but to awaken sight."
"I rise not with power, but with prophecy."
Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was dawning
the handful of men held their ground
thirteen days in San Antonio
such a fearful sight a dreadful sound
Santa Ana gave the order,
'Fly the red banner, show no quarter,'
a bloody battle to the bitter end
while the Mexican band played 'El Degüello'
now the guns are silent the smoke has cleared
to this day Texians all say, "Remember the Alamo."
W-orld
A-nd
N-ations
N-eed
Y-ou,
J-ust
A-id
R-ejected
O-ppressed
N-ow
©bfa052725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Wanny Jaron)
Once, wild herds of elephants blew trumpets
as spiced tea and jam slathered crumpets
brightly declared the sun would shine soon,
snapping the spell of a thin crescent moon.
Like a child's prayer, out flowed golden hair,
turning nymphs to butterflies everywhere.
unfurling black flags
Where moon's light fear falls
A whisper of graveyard dust
In breeze’s, thin cold as sin.
A pearl of frozen blight reflects
The still pond beyond the edge
Shadows bleed in night
As ravens pluck razor wire.
Quills scratch glass, cold
A story of moths, a tarnishing of gold
Silk shroud, waves in winds
Of lost souls, eyes of angels.
Phantom heartbeats, infinite
The willow's long branches
Stagnant mire, of sighs, & funeral pyre
The lilies drift, stains of midnight.
And teeth mark the flesh
Pale and blue, black flags fly
Hourglass, time itself
The echo of mortal dread.
The clockwork figures
Gears grind & weep
A secret slumber dark & deep
Of twisted trees, eyes of portraits.
Portals to the finite winds
In steeple's haunted
Unfurling black flags, in swallowing light.
Those who dishonor the mother tongue,
Do not disgrace the blue flag as a diaper.
The blue flag, which was raised without a fall,
Was carried by hero from bullets in January’s call.
Our flag, the color of the sky so vast,
Is the embrace we extend to the sun at last.
We are like the boundless blue sky,
We are as bright as the golden sun up high.
As my inspiration rides, it’s pure and true,
No force can stop me or subdue.
When my blue flag flutters in the breeze,
Kazakh people bow to no enemy, with ease.
See the man without a crown
Lying, dying on the ground
Music that once filled his head
Sadly now those notes are dead
See the mourners standing round
Sighing, crying the only sound
His eulogy was softly read
In memory of the life he led
See the field in which he lay
Flags flying on a cloudy day
His banner ever now will wave
Just one more soldier in the grave
If you stopped attending paid classes
Would you sell off your reading glasses:
Gladly, speedily drop out if school,
When every scholar is thought a fool?
Are you the type, who would rather bend
To an existing insisting trend:
Hang your helpful business-like manner,
Because you have changed your shop's banner?
Then, you will have become Igneous Rock,
Whose hardness one should fearlessly mock...
From the Good Sages we venerate
"Whatever is odd incinerate"
Only the right trends may control one:
When the wrong ones do, you have not won.
Since I was a small child and would try to sing,
when we rise and sing the praises of "Old Glory,"
it brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because we
have endured much to keep our flag flying--too
many wars, too many injured, too many dead.
Or, perhaps, in this "Winter of Our Discontent,"*
whether Red or blue or neutral tan, we can, as one,
STAND UNITED.
call me old fashioned
but the star spangled banner
brings tears to my eyes
*Winter of Our Discontent," novel by John Steinbeck,
Shakespeare's "The Tragedy of King Richard III"
February 9, 2023
for "It Means A Lot To Me" contest
by Regina McIntosh
It was noon for Lady Amanda
And in drove a Platoon Commander:
Gerald Rutherford, full Lieutenant
Many years back her Quiet Tenant...
Now Military, still Great Manners,
As though in defence of Great Banners,
The two hoisted in front of his Jeep
And a white he chose to close keep...
Key off Jeep's Ignition box, a leap:
He's had something robbing him Good Sleep
"Yes, what's it that you want, Commander?"
"Oh, thanks, Sweet Lady! Your Miranda..."
"You didn't say: Ex - Land Lady's smile."
"Oh my God! Just begun bad file!"
Moses brings us to his wilderness wanderings
leading God's people all the way through
many hardships experienced on the road
this battle was for real hope always ever new
The message for these Israelites
that their leader conveyed to their ears
fear not, stand firm, see God's salvation
believe in God no matter the tears
Have faith in your sovereign God
as God's people see their enemy today
whom you see today you'll never see again
Moses spoke the truth this he did say
Moses as God's prophet called upon
Lord Jehovah Nissi in Exodus 17v15
'The Lord is our banner' so divine
what greater comfort can be seen
The prophet of God did declare
stand true for the Lord will fight for you
and you have only to be silent
a perfect promise for you to view
("And Moses said to the people, “Fear not, stand firm, and see the salvation of the Lord, which he will work for you today. For the Egyptians whom you see today, you shall never see again. The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”.)- Exodus 14: 13,14
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