Best Dedicationmen Poems
Thine eyes lay witness to a beauty so divine.
To which a clamorous heart dare not whisper the thoughts upon my mind.
Dormant senses spring fourth to life from a taste that’s bitter yet sweet.
For plush gardens of Eden now bellow in envy from the fruit derived of this tree.
Through desolate deserts, which stifled men walk, has it the strength to bare life.
To enrich our souls through the course of the day, which leads to more blissful nights.
It’s because of this fact that gods among men become timid as sheep in the night.
And the sheep of a man to protect such a treasure, would willingly give his life.
Addicted at birth, we cry out of thirst for a taste we never forget.
With a constant lure from an item so pure, we indulge with no regrets.
Of all of life’s lessons from the beginning of time, it will always be know forever.
Not even a God, amongst men on earth can resist a woman’s nectar.
""If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on';
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!""
- by Rudyard Kipling
"Whom shall I send! Who will go for us?" was His fervent plea.
Isaiah quickly responded, "Here am I, my Lord, send me!"
From the genesis of this great nation, patriots brave and bold,
Have said, "Here am I, send me!" as did that prophet of old!
Ordinary men thought it their solemn duty and obligation,
To defy tyranny and create a free and independent nation.
They left their plows to take up arms and fight for liberty.
As one they voiced in firm determination, "Here am I, send me!"
Men in Union Blue struggled with resolute purpose and resolve,
To ensure that a peaceful and united nation might again evolve.
"Her am I, send me!" they cried as their land was torn asunder,
They bore the strife 'midst slashing steel and the cannons' thunder!
Some were "volunteered" to serve and protect freedoms held dear
In battles beyond our shores, but their resolve was very clear.
"Here am I, send me!" their battle cry, storming alien strands,
To establish brotherhood for the suppressed in foreign lands!
Today, gallant men and women yet heed their nation's call,
Answering, "Here am I, send me!" with no hesitation at all.
For a time the solace of hearth and family they must forego.
So much, so very much to these courageous souls we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A sweet reality, The cowboy image
A laborer wore what he could get
ready- to - wear,
would make city men quit
hand me downs
and second hand clothes
discarded garments
by men who stuck up their nose,
in a ranch or range
they'd stay the same
so Still, so proud,
this typical cowboy
could easily fit in with a crowd
but their sense of self dignity
kept them off the ground
where as city men
always fell down,
filled to the brim
in honesty
a cowboy
suits were for the rich
and poor hearted
the origins of the cowboy
was never truly started,
for in my mind
this wonderful man
so moral and true
has to be a dream
This cavalry issued
every silent night
where he fights to stay awake
while city men turn out the lights
The cowboy needed to know how to ride,
rope, saddle, and bronc'
then they had to use their bare hands
like a real man to build shelter
for the animals in which they keep
then as the sun rises
the cowboy catches sleep