Best Blood Sweat And Tears Poems
**Dedicated to those who preceded us and gave their blood, sweat and tears, so we can have the luxuries they could not**
The wind whispers, the wind whispers ----
the wind spreads her wings,
so all can sing her lonesome tune;
An old wind blows, older names gust
and whirl and chime,
remind those unfinished pacts of days gone by,
plea they deep in the night
when the arbor grates the house...
The withered barn is grey to dark
and the yard chasing with ghosts;
whisper in wind of forgotten oaths,
to freedom in day when sun is high,
justice takes pleasure even in shadowed realms,
even the gales cease their roar and great wars die
and the end shall end anew;
What in the wind, with tethered and sleepy heads,
do they ask, do they plead
and have us do?
I wrote a poem of despair
My hearts been tossed up into the air
She wrote a limerick that was taboo
She made me laugh when I was so blue
Entering stage left was Tim
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn
It seems that we laugh or we cry
We live, we love, or we die
The three of us, holding poetic swords up high
Throughout the ages we all do fly
No subject goes unspoken
For the freedom of words we've awoken
No battle to long or too fierce
Our duels are true and unrehearsed.
Through blood, sweat and tears
A bond so strong that sweetens the years
All for one and one for all
Let us carry on and have a ball!
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
There is no place like home
I represent the black, green and gold.
Out of many, we are one people, driven to succeed
Global excellence is our only mission to achieve.
Reggae and dancehall are the rhythm and beat in our feet
Only champions are born here
Marley, Louise Bennett and Bolt are all homegrown.
With blood, sweat and tears, we work hard for our own …this is the Jamaican way.
I come from a great nation, with people of strength and determination. I am proud to call myself Jamaican.
We move to one love and drink our Jamaican white rum …this is the land we love.
The aroma of blue mountain coffee mixed in the morning air, the taste of ackee and saltfish with a little roast breadfruit are heavenly delights only a Jamaican can understand, the national dish of our homeland.
Look at our smiles we celebrate 60 years in grand style.
No matter where we are, yard or abroad with heads held high we are proud to call ourselves Jamaicans.
We celebrate Jamaica's 60 years of independence by re-igniting our greatness within all who call themselves Jamaicans.
"I am Jamaican"
Dirty Hands
My white hands are dirty
Even if I don’t realize
My burdens light like my skin
I haven’t had the same trials
The house I live in
my manicured life
The things I don’t have to think about
While oppressed brothers deal with strife
Stolen lives, blood sweat and tears
Things haven’t changed enough
over far to many years
“Jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton”
Innocent men hung from trees
We should beg for forgiveness
But it’s black men on their knees
Prison population permeated with colour
We haven’t looked out for one another
We have to rethink “Who is my brother?”
No child should be without their father
Each home should have a dad and mother
To many lives that are broken
A few black women
get a job as a token
but heaven forbid
If they’re ever outspoken
“Things are more equal”
You must be jokin
Is that some kind of White Privilege Puff you’re smokin?
Even though I’m aware
I’m not sure what to do
Still I know I can’t pretend things are equal for you
But am I truly able to face what is true
Old ways of thinking are starting to renew
I’m afraid of where we are heading to.
White power resurgence
Watch out for that person
standing next to you
Now they want to stop your vote
They say “We’re all in the same boat.”
So why do you feel fantom fingers around your throat
Your tunes are being sung backwards
While to many are left with a sour note.
More white washing
Coat upon coat.
To many are losing their hope.
Echoes in the night at Half Moon Bay
In the stillness of the night, I can still see fireflies dancing
in the shadow of firelight,
seems like they're dancing in time
with the rolling of the waves,
here in Half Moon Bay
I can still hear Grey Owls hooting,
and the loons crooning their tune
a nocturnal duet of night rangers,
calling out in the wild summer night
here in Half Moon Bay
It was 1974, we were young,
and wanted everything and more
we were eye witnesses ,to summers splendor
and participants in pleasures sweet surrender
Spending our summer days, swimming in Half Moon Bay
dancing in the sand with friends
wishing days and nights like this,
would never ever end
Listening to CCR, and Blood Sweat and Tears
I still remember those happy days,
and the echoes in the night
at Half Moon Bay...
after all these years.
John Derek Hamilton
March 28,2016
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history
A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory,
it feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag
Ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history;
blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
It feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag,
just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth
Blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
Just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth,
as long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
Sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight
As long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came
Minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight ---
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name
The Most High way, Abba Father,
your hands are full, always a-bless,
never ending- your palms of grace.
You are love…ing in a pow-er-ful way!
Hallelujahs forever born.
The light of sun, of color’s mirth.
The apt applause t’ward great I Am.
You are joy-ful, in a pow-er-ful way!
Heart’s rest, presence so calm - your wings
wrap around me, keep me so warm.
Your lullaby - a smile and hug.
You are so peace-ful, in a pow-er-ful way!
Til last minute, you cajoled them.
Ones that made it - happy and free.
Seeds’ elated…none belated.
You are so pa-tient, in a powerful way!
Milk and honey, sweeter the vine.
Filling coffer, eternal goods.
Every breath sets the table.
You are so ki-i-nd, in a pow-er-ful way!
Mercy, forgiveness, of His blood,
His heart a-glow in Father’s glance.
We wear Christ’s righteousness - a gift.
You are so goo-oo-ood, in a pow-er-ful way!
Your eye on our time and our space.
Each hair on our heads, you’ve counted,
and the cost was all worth it, Lord.
You are faith-ful, in a pow-er-ful way!
The palms of your hands were hammered.
Your heart was broken, your crown pierced.
Blood, sweat and tears in flawless pain.
You are gent-le, in a pow-er-ful way!
We are selfish, greedy, flesh-born.
Out for ourselves, but you O Lord
stretched out on the cross, gave your all.
You’re self re-strained, in a pow-er-ful way!
12/2/2022
Now the works of the flesh are obvious…But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.*
Proclaiming the word:
I belong to Jesus Christ.
My flesh is crucified
with its passions and pleasures
I keep in step with the Spirit,
not conceited
not provoking
not envying*
*Galatians 5 CSB
Prayer
open door to heaven - devil’s descent at such prospects
teeth and claws - the nails on the cross
light seeps through Christ’s wounds - more sheep gather
angels take notice - boldness of blood, sweat and tears
angels and demons - double-edged sword slashes perversity
prayer’s perspicacity - heaven wins
Boys grown to men
Bullets dogged to defend
Born with a strength
Their lives are of an unknown length
Left with a rage
With each and every letter they turn a page
Of another day of blood, sweat and tears
Which they will try to forget over the years
Hoping to be heroes of war
They wish to be so much more
To earn the praise of their fathers
The respect of others
Prisoners of America ego
Fighting feuds of long ago
A cult of government reign
For each and every death it is our lord that feels the pain
So many young souls that will be forsaken
And moments of time that will taken
Their is only one choice
To be answered with a hero's voice
A clear roll of the dice
An ultimate sacrifice
Of ones own life
* you will be missed
We love it, we laud it, we honor its name.
We want to protect it, this country of ours.
Our forefathers bought it with blood, sweat and tears.
They left it with words we must never forget.
Simple men served it and saved it for us,
And folks for its honor are willing to die.
They've come in great numbers from all of the world,
To states melded together, one nation to be.
Her skirts are voluminous, lengthy her reach.
She's gathered us here in harmonious way.
Our love gives her riches and wealth ever more,
Filling her corners, West, East, North and South.
As we teach our children of her worth and beauty,
America must always be loved by us all.
HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS
Can you hear his heartbeat?
Lay your ear to his chest
His onesie wet with your tears
You wipe them with your hair
Do you hear salvation’s coo?
With eyes that sparkle when they look at you
With a smile that lights up the room
Profound words that created you
Do you answer when he cries?
Pick up your cross and follow him
Remember the childhood wounds
Blood sweat and tears that oozed
Do you kneel down?
With shepherds and kings
With an earthly mother and father
Honoring the king of kings
Open earth’s yellowing album
See the crimson velvet of Santa Claus
Fancy white fur hems, and a jolly laugh
But before you hear those jingle jolly bells
A humble man with a long white beard
Closes his eyes, kneels at a crib
Lauds the one who makes all things possible
11/29/2016
America The Great
I love this great country, may she stay the course
We’re protected by God and American brute force
Her life-giving blood is for you and me
She holds many wonders, from sea to shining sea
Through blood, sweat and tears, she’ll weather all time
We are still very young, but forever in our prime
Our people are diverse, an enduring breed
Blessed by God, every color and creed
10/29/21
Blood, sweat and tears
Through Christ Jesus, we can conquer our fears
Through His death, we can discover a new breath of life
His life was put under the knife
This was to give us new life
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Death could not hold him
A new family was born and grows forevermore
He is the cure to our deceitful heart
He did His Part and
He will be praised Forevermore
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Paid in fulfil to bring us back to him
Some say don't fear while others fret
On all of the happenings
We've struck a match to our past
"Now the house we've built is burning"
Our forefathers built with blood, sweat, and tears
The foundation we have here
Well into two hundred years
"What lessons are we learning"
The contract in which they wrote down
Constitutes sacred ground
Flick the Bic and burn it down
"Not worried over who we're hurting"
Generations yet to come
What will we be teaching them
That hard work makes great kindling
"Does anyone else find that disturbing"
Overtime it was bound to run its course
Now we know why Miss Liberty carries a torch
We tossed a molotov cocktail onto our own front porch
"Now the house we've built is burning