Best Mast Poems

Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? 
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be less than a slave?

Explain this measure of a hearts half beat
wind that blows yet never reaches the trees
the disfigured countenance...

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A calling that must be obeyed--
bloodied and broken he lies,
the battlefield he makes his home,
fallen like a gladiator of Rome,
hearing his brother’s last cries--
with a bullet in his heart he dies.

Oh the artist he could have made,
even Picasso would he surpass--
a gentle brush stroke brings...

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I stand tall and proud upon this ship
Never have I wavered on any trip.
If you listen you will hear me in the wind,
speaking to you again and again.
Stories of a ragging sea, 
while the fisherman worked below me.
Lightening and thunder clashed in the sky,
but I...

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billowing storm clouds
darken the morning sky --
flag at half-mast

8/24/16...

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—Agonizing Moment, the Hour of 0846 and Thereafter, 09/11/2001—
 
When Pearl Harbor sank to the bottom of water
this nation wailed for enormous pain. However, to cure the wound
we all, the men and women, the young and old, assembled under Star-Spangled Banner, took up arms, and...

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I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this
This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King
So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud?
My cloud is other than my safe...

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To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform 
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest, 
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.

And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of...

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Old Glory’s at half-mast today.

I wonder who just passed away?

Was it a hero from some battles past?

A dead leader whose influence lasts?

Were servicemen killed overseas,

Or humanitarians died fighting a disease? 

Seems most of the time I don’t know why

The Colors only at half-mast fly.

More and...

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I am changing my feelings 
About an open relationship
But I rather have it in a relationship
Because my heart tells me 
You would be worth waiting for
Even for the rest of my life
I would share every picture
 And events that passes by me
To show you what...

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SEA PAST THE MAST

For most folks I know…….. 
that which has come to pass is stowed well away in the past
They’ve cast off the shadows and shelters of their history
However my past is wedded to withering woe and the winter’s wind so blistery
Betrothed to the...

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Don't listen to the song
They'll have you thinking wrong
Just go your way
And never say
You gave in to the throng

I lift my pen to write
But cannot stand the sight
The words a mess
I did my best
But can't tell right from wrong

The thing that I must do
Is ask...

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Senseless destruction,
Fear in our hearts
Mindless confusion
A misplaced spark.
A toturous day
Under clouds of grey
Lives lost
Hearts now cold
A sense of urgency
Fears being told.
Questions arise
For which there is no answer
Lives torn apart
More in the hearafter.
More tears flow
The trail grows cold
Our minds numb
Our countries bold.
Flags at half mast
Stories to...

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With a weak bladder had taken a chance



Ended up wetting in my precious pants



When over the side something is passed



Would you possibly do it at half mast.



 



I sure could tell from the very start



Half-mast was performed by  bottom part



Sometimes may think you are...

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Dedication to our fallen four Victoria Police....

The flags are at half mast

The flags are at half mask today
For four fine officers lost in duty’s say 
In silence now we all stand
As grief for them and their families demand

At each muster we bow our heads 
For...

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Strong sentinel on high
Beneath a mountain sky;
Called by name Bristlecone.
Twisted tree all alone
With green needles so dark 
Life clings stoic and stark.
Worn wood with thin bark edge
Locked to a limestone ledge. 
Thousands of years flowed past
‘Gainst snow and wind, a mast.
No sails with which to...

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