Best Liberty Poems
Ariel eyes gaze towards sapphire seas.
Mermaids have no purpose in aquariums.
Yet so many struggle to escape shallow streams.
Sitting upon sandy shores,
depth of her emotions, reflect moonlight,
gently caressing welcoming waves.
Yearning to float free -
to wash away her worries,
her mind is like a constellation of stars,
hiding behind misty vapors.
Spiritual sounds summon her home.
Melodies of mystical nymphs,
liberate her supernal soul,
as an infinite power dwells within her.
As sand castles wash away,
Sea Urchins wash upon the shore,
craving to be beside her.
Sapphire seas cast a spell.
Dimness of the horizons clear,
permitting stars to illuminate into her eyes -
like a millions pearls placed inside
the chambers of her Oyster heart.
Letting go, each splash erases the past,
cleansing her mind, releasing subliminal chains,
swimming in depths, most would drown.
Her spirit once stranded upon barren land,
now bathes within oceans, not known to man.
Silent One
26 December 2018
Broken pencils-
but not broken spirits
pink and sparkles spout
above liberty statue
cloud tauts happiness
fireworks all around applaud
hands clap on soil and sea
the swirl of nations,
a landing party of dreams...
but some from afar
drag chains as if dead, rowing
amidst the cotton
the white plant—has thorns—
placed on Jesus saving crown.
sowed on plantations —
a reaping of civil war
continues today.
plumes of red and black
fume over the green lady;
a gift from the past.
stripes upon the flag’s backside.
hands raised beg for forgiveness
7/3/2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(4)any theme any form Poetry Contest
John 19:1-3 Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe and went up to him again and again, saying, “Hail, king of the Jews!” And they struck them in the face.
dawn meeting of minds
sharing facts in orange mist
espionage days
for the good of all
like roses in the green hall
make the hours brighter
joy and liberty
underneath the singing birds
misty dreams of morn
They all have their guns
Aimed at the face of freedom
There's nowhere to run.
"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern,
poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence...”
--John F. Kennedy
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Soldiers of our armed forces,
Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores,
Light the way like liberty blazing torches
They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces,
urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors,
Soldiers of our armed forces
Now Send home change of addresses,
stories, photos, emails, strange places,
Light the way like iron cut by torches
Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises,
brows sweating, under helmet gushes,
Soldiers of our armed forces
Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches,
thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights,
Light the way like laser torches
Loved ones wear yellow broaches,
anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles,
Soldiers of our armed forces,
Light the way like liberty blazing torches.
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/23/2010
All Rights Reserved.
The majestic Statue of Liberty has stood with dignity for many years.
She has been a Beacon of Hope for the hopeless seeking new frontiers.
She weeps with joy welcoming new immigrants to her shores.
Alas, she weeps tears of sorrow seeing young soldiers off to wars.
How she must weep tonight seeing young children racing for her border,
Seeking sanctuary from nations that seemingly lack a sense of order.
She weeps seeing the disregard of the Constitution by inept politicians,
And their deceitful attempts to destroy our God-given rights and traditions.
How Miss Liberty must weep seeing the way her heroic veterans are treated,
Many lonely, ignored and dying from the scars of wars left untreated.
In this land of plenty she weeps seeing the hungry and dispossessed,
Their hopes now dashed in what was once the pursuit of a noble quest.
She has weathered the many vicissitudes of America with a pensive sigh,
Yet, thank God, with tenacity she still holds The Torch of Freedom high!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.
It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.
Reverently, the price we pay is not derived from ensuing wealth.
The red blood of freedom travels naturally in our veins—immutable!
Freedom has been ordained from creation in the lives of all people.
Liberty runs from heart to heart, inspires from soul to soul—sours like an eagle!
It’s linking parents to children, brother to sister, displaying courage.
Generations standing on the shoulders of generations—a fighting refuge!
The price we pay for our freedom and liberty—will never be free!
Historical accounts tried; produced no detailed cost—"It’s a sacred decree!”
The price paid has clearly left budgets—fragmented and unbalanced,
Red poppies blooming in the fields of courageous remembrance!
It has triggered aching souls, caused running nostrils, and weeping eyes.
Ladies wearing dark veils, and men black suits—great spirits that never die!
Uplifting hand and heads under the moon and sparkling stars at night.
Courage inspiring life in delight to continue the fight without—fright nor flight!.
Many look forward to more significant liberating inspiration to come.
Brilliantly embracing the shining new embolden golden rays of the rising sun.
Such a priceless premium runs in our veins and precious arteries.
The price paid for liberty and freedom is entrenched in our hearts naturally!
Have an awesome day, don't forget to pray, stay encouraged, inspired, ingenious, resilient, mindful, enlightened, and blessed always!
Happy July 4th to America's 244th Independence Day Celebration. "Still Leading The Way." Always Count Your Blessings!
© His Excellency, Ambassador, Professor, Honorable, Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. USA. (Epulaeryu Master)!
I once behaved. Followed all the rules. Understood what was "normal". My parents taught this, teachers demanded this, principals enforced this. Ministers expected it, society reinforced it, friends tested it, professors challenged it.
Then, poetry became my statue of liberty.
following the rules
and behaving normally
no longer appeals
Dark denizens of the night
gathering in ill-lit backrooms
haunts of the night
They tease each other with
rouged cheeks, their mascara
their pimply breasts, shaved legs
Some are known for tantalizing
tempting striptease, revealing
hairy chests and knobby knees
Their hardened faces greeting poor
unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
run screaming off into the night
And now the Left has lumped these
misbegotten sickos of the night
in with today's 'civil rights movement'
of transgenders, kweers, and worse
too debauched to describe, to be
celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'
in our public libraries, where America introduces
her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad
Oh! Lady Liberty long may your
Torch's flame be lifted up high
Reaching to heaven's lofty skies.
The national emblem of "the land
Of the free and the home of
The brave."
Oh! Lady Liberty represents our
National sovereignty! Our
Basic freedoms of: "life, liberty
And the pursuit of happiness."
Oh! Lady Liberty represents freedom
From the shackles slavery and oppression.
The right of liberated people to govern
And represent their beloved nation.
Oh! Lady Liberty guarantees us the
Right to worship God as we please!
Hallowed be his holy name! Lest we
Neglect our hopes, thoughts, and dreams!
Oh Lady Liberty is our statue! Lifting up
High her torch to the downtrodden and
Oppressed nations. People are fighting
And dying for the basic rights to be free!
Oh! Lady Liberty is letting her torch brightly
Burning against spiritual Satanic darkness
And slavery! Lady liberty is really
Shining brightly for all the world to see!
Is our beloved Statue of Liberty!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 02, 2020
Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately, the nasturtium-clad fence is high enough. The noise is getting louder. Is it just me, or do they want again to take away and to split everything they have already taken and split once? Hydrocarbons, how sweet the smell! Oh, heavenly music of coins clinking! Perhaps, but I’ve chosen the planets motion instead of the people's movement. Violent Paris isn’t worth a mass: having fenced my paradise garden, I admire the swarthiness of girl’s skin and the whiteness of English play. Neither the close lightnings of revolution, nor the accusative case of proclamations, nor uprising, nor mutiny
nor bloody revolt
shall disturb your honey sleep
my dear nasturtiums
The greatest gift I can give to you
The gift that is shaded by hues of affection
Inspired by faith in our God above
And filled with a promise of poise
Hope that makes a way for each longing
Faith that is astride feelings so vibrant
They break through the chaos and fear
Bring light, love and laughter to cheer
The most dreary day with sunny rays
That grace each thought with promises
Of joy so free that it leaves no room
For worry, discouragement or despair
The greatest gift I can give to you
The gift that captures all my thoughts
With music breathed through a prayer
Haunting beautiful hopes with a dream
For something so special, so rare
That I can only reveal it’s glory to those
Who listen with their very hearts and souls
To the answers discovered in the One
Who gives every prayer a opportunity
A blessing to be welcomed and honored
Sanctified and exalted by everlasting grace
Love that frees the spirit to breath wisdom
The greatest gift I can give to you
Is the gift of love so alive, so bright
It breaks through the sunrise with hues
Of brilliant ideas and inspirational truths
Beckoning to the soul who wants to hope
For mercy that abides on the praises
Sent up to the One who knows our thoughts
Our dreams, our beliefs, our vision
The reason for everything we commence
Even those things we might not finish
The ones that leave us feeling so incomplete
But reveal in us a spirit of real freedom
To give God all the glory for such liberty
The greatest gift I can give to you
Is the same liberty to be the real you
Sons Of Liberty
Samuel Adams was a most wanted man
In pre American tyrannical land
In insane taxes the colonies drown
They were indentured servants to the crown
The Redcoat aggression showed no remorse
Brotherhood was formed to fight back with force
Chorus
Hail, hail, the Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail, revolution without impunity
Hail, hail, The Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail show no amiability
Smuggling wine to the secret of the coin
Enmity burned over the Boston massacre
drawn to the resistance, patriots would join
Boston Tea party struck back at the master
Hancock and Revere, they took to the gun
The Sons fought fearlessly at Lexington
Chorus
Would secretly meet at the liberty tree
fabric they torn,new nation is born
They set the stage to the road to be free
fiery inferno, for Hutchinson foe
patriot or terrorist introspective
hero's who attain patriotic objective
chorus(2)
THE DAY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY CRIED
It was September eleventh two thousand one
A day the entire world was stunned
Two unopposed aircraft entered New York City
Leaving a trail of death without pity
Like missiles they hit the renowned Twin Towers
Reducing them to rubble in a matter of hours
The pilots who flew them had a mission to follow
Choosing to die just to please allah
They cared not a whit for the lives of others
They sought the praise of their Islamic brothers
At the cost of thousands of American lives
Their loyalty to allah became their prize
The revenge of American lives is yet unended
For fear that someone may be offended
The question is asked, what would we gain
While the blight on America still remains
Now ISIS has reared its ugly head
And two American journalists are dead
So acts of terrorism can't be denied
It began when the Statue of Liberty cried
Curtis Moorman
12 September 2014