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~It's Out There~

Green colored field 
A flower without the sun 
Wilts from distrust 
now washed away 
by the man storm


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier. 

Copyright © Ed Coet | Year Posted 2007

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My Country 'Tis of Thee

You, my homeland
Are of a beauty unrivaled
From one coast to the other
Your plains and rolling hills and pointy peaks
Cry to the heavens of freedom
Your jagged coasts and sandy keys
Offer the arms of welcome and opportunity to the world
And teem with the gifts of the oceans
Lakes and rivers and streams
Born with purity in the snow-crusted mountains
Are the lifeblood of the people
Bubbling with earth's finest bounty
And carrying the breath of all creation on their backs
From cities bulging with people
To a wilderness, untouched and untamed
You are the envy of the earth
And the bosom of liberty

I live here
     In the United States
          Yes, I'm proud
  Proud of where I live

Blessed to have been born in a place
     Where I can chase a dream
          Where I can speak my mind without fear of punishment or death
  Worship, (or not), in the way I choose

Get healthcare, schooling, and assistance in a number of ways
     Learn to drive and get a license when I reached 15
          Vote at age 18 in a democratic process
  And follow the interests I decide on, freely

These are extraordinary things
     When you think of the restrictions
          Of much of the rest of the world
  I was taught from an early age not to take these things for granted

And that many of my opportunities and rights
     Had been paid and fought for
          By the energies and lives of our people in military service
  I'm thankful for that

Whatever others may say, to me this is the greatest country 
     We are usually the first to be called upon
          When another country needs help
  And usually the first to respond, in any way we can

But we are also the largest target
     And take much of the blame for negative things that happen
          No matter where it is
  And yes, that bothers me.

There IS no perfect place, and certainly not this
     But it is a land of freedom and opportunity
          And people move here from all over the world for those reasons
  I was blessed to be born when I was -

When a kid could go for a walk and not end up on a milk carton
     But I was even MORE blessed to be born WHERE I was
          And I thank the heavens every day
  That I am an American.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018

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Red, White and Blue

He Lay Where He Had Fallen.
Enemy Fire Had Brought Him Down.
He Knew His Life Was Over,
As He Lost All Sight and Sound.

He Knew a Peaceful Sleep,
Amidst the Raging Guns of War,
But for Him the Fight Was Over.
He'd Gave His All..And More.

Oh, He Was Not Alone.
Others Have Fallen Too.
And Time Will Not Erase the Fact...
They Fell for Me and You.

We Owe These Men and Women,
For They Never Got Any Older.
We Didn't Even Know Them.
To Most of Us They Were..Unknown Soldiers.

So Rest in Honored Glory,
Each and Every One of You.
You Gave All You Had to Give...
For Freedom and the Red, White and Blue.

Connie Moore

Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013

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How About This for Veterans Day

How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.

Enlisted Term of Service (ETS) had expired
Veterans honorably left service or retired
And here a home they all have selected
Exist in society again and highly respected.

Should show them what they mean to us
Give them this one day a month to discuss
And talk about old times gone by and past
That in their many minds will last and last.

May have survived or died across an ocean
Have priest do a one day a month devotion
Who is of sound mine, body and good health
Even retired veteran with knowledge a wealth.

A 0700 meeting on 3d Monday of each month 
would be a great way to show how much we 
appreciate them like all. I am preparing this poem
out of respect for those to be recognized on this 
great Veterans Recognition Day. My dad was killed 
in an accident on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CNA-11 
now in New York Harbor. This makes me a War 
Orphan and I am also a retired veteran myself.

James Thomas Horn
Retire Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Warriors' Hymn

Lord, place Thy Hand on the yoke of those who fly,
And guide them through the vast reaches of the sky.
Bring them safely through their perilous flight,
And may they ever look to Thee as their Guiding Light.

Lord, protect the sailors who sail the treacherous seas.
Calm the roiling waters that they may cruise with ease.
May they always look to Thee as their Pilot for support,
And with Thy guiding hand, bring them safely home to port.

Lord, protect the soldier with Thy mighty sword midst the battle.
Give him strength to press on despite the muskets' rattle.
Hear his fervent supplication for Thy protection from all harm,
And provide him with courage as he leans on Thy eternal arm.

Lord, shield the brave marine as he storms the dangerous strand.
Strengthen him with fortitude and provide Thy protective hand.
Surround him with Thy angels as he strives to overcome the foe.
Bring him safely through the conflict and upon him honor bestow.

Lord, bless and provide comfort to his family, for they also serve.
Until that day they are one again, give them hope and steady nerve.
Hear their prayers O' Lord, for the safe return of heroes dear,
And from their trust, hope and faith in Thee, may they never veer.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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I feel African in every Vein

I feel African in every vein
the arteries pulsate with love
this continent is so dear to me

I feel African in every breath
the challenges the world paints
I see not but beautiful Africa

All Africans here and far away
join me to hold Africa together
no piece should go to the winds

The unity of the land of Africa
the resources of the land of Africa
are gifts no humans brought here

Patriots of Africa come hold hands
this land you owe loving service
dust off yourselves to build Africa

Old Africa where is your wisdom?
come out of your boxes and unite
the world is vibrant, lets wake up

I feel African in every vein
Africa my sweet-heart duty calls

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

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Veterans Are People


I fought in the trenches of World War I
In the foxholes of World War II
I was in the Korean Conflict
And the rice paddies of Vietnam too

I've been to Afghanistan
Kuwait and Iraq
Spent long months away from home
I've been to hell and back

But the stars and stripes will forever wave
In honor of those who went to their grave
To ensure that America will always be
The home of the brave and the land of the free

The bells of freedom will continue to ring
All across the USA
And it can be said, without a doubt
Our veterans paved the way

24 August 2018

For the contest sponsored by July Morning

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011

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The Pirates of Wales

The Challenge

  The Milford Haven Harbor shielded Wales
from pirates making merchant ships their prey.
Her ports have cradled many from the gales
and swaddled sailors as her pirates play.
  The Irish and the Celtic Sea are veils
for pirate rogues compelled to have their say.
Upon the waves each plunderer assails;
thus seeking out each subjugated stray.
  So vile... the "Deft", Wales earnestly dispels,
has pilfered one too many in the fray.
Her Prince is made to suffer from the rails
of those who find his seas in disarray.

    For those in question who shall own the sea,
      shall soon be answered by his soverignty.

The Chase

  The "Sprix" (Spree) is of the finest that avails
to always keep those pirate ships at bay.
Her pedigree for sailing soon prevails
when cries call out for Sprix to save the day.
  As savage winds enrage her mighty sails,
all full ahead, she parts her harbor stay.
Her ballast stones hold true through rising swells;
no finer souls have e’er put under way.
  Her foe, the Deft, holds many scoundrel tales;
this pirate ship that quickly darts away
with loot from docile ships whom swiftness pales
and for their meekness certainly shall pay.

    But as for spoils, new gains are not to be,
      for on this day the Deft shall meet the Sprix.

The Fight

  On guard, they meet... but soon the sea rebels.
They tack and jibe in time to death’s ballet
and once in range they send their cannon shells
to find their targets in the last foray.
  The cresting breaks resound the bellowed wails
from angry grinding waves and thrashing spray.
The Deft is doomed and soon her rigging fails;
a starboard roll would be her last display.
  The mighty Sprix rang eight the count in bells
to praise her latest heroes in dismay.
She sank below to join her pirate quells
and moored her carcass to the bottom’s quay.

    We sculpt the hero heart in effigy
      but heroes gain no mercy from the sea.

Solihull Sonnets

Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2018

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Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart 
A long history of native people in harmony 
With lush wildlife and four seasons

Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids 
And eagles soar great heights

Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers 
That run wide from coast to coast

Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges 
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers

Submitted on August 21, 2018 for contest MY COUNTRY 'TIS OF THEE WITH FORM INVENTED IN MY COUNTRY sponsored by BRAHN BAILEY

and on August 25, 2018, for contest MOST COMMENTS RECEIVED POEM 2018 sponsored by JULY MORNING

Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018

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An Unshakable Identity

hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising though there are bastard judases in every dozen the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing the buckles of our identity we will never loosen no matter how the invader tries strategizing or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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No Chain, No Charm

In Unison-
~No Chain, No Charm~

United we own
Firm, full of finest goodies-
Our ground of freedom.

United we stand
Firm from failure and horror-
On the ground of strength.

United we pray
Faithfully with open mind-
Our bliss is assured.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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A Divided Nation

Confined in one boundary, living together showing different reactions in changing weather. Stabbing each other, hoping to reach same destiny creating a stumbling block as the way, what an Irony. Loving outsiders in possession of a different gene to the point patriotism withers and becomes lean. It is time for one side to enjoy the rain then the other sits and curses in envious pain. Hatred and marginalization then becomes the trendy skill compressing the mind, even to the point to kill. Nepotism and bigotry are fertilized to cause so much evil interaction between distant compatriots liable to be far from civil. One nation, one people, if this family can together not see then for humanity sake, let everyone simply be. Separation entices, building up the end enemies of each other, yet can attempt a mend. Seeing through the binoculars of what lies tomorrow love, patience and unity, there’s a need to borrow. Diversity is a blessing, like departments of a college one can function as the nutrient, the others as the roughage.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Here's A Toast To You America

Here's a toast to you America on this glorious Fourth of July!
May the grand old flag, the emblem of our nation, ever wave on high!
As we toast your birthday, may we always keep in mind,
That you're the grandest nation ever established by humankind!

Here's to the stalwart patriots who endured the Revolution,
And to the resolute framers of our precious Constitution!
Here's to all those courageous founders to whom so much is owed,
For creating our cherished liberties that we may remain unbowed!

Here's a toast to 'Honest Abe' who with steadfast resolve,
Triumphed over opposition that a united nation might evolve!
A toast to the pioneers as onward they relentlessly pressed,
To tame your virgin lands in their fearless westward quest!

Here's a toast to every soldier who has served this great nation,
For each has earned the title of 'The Greatest Generation!'
Here's to the common man who with skill and noble aspirations,
Helped you attain the title of 'The Greatest Of All Nations!'

A toast for welcoming to your shores the oppressed and weak.
You are a beacon of hope for this world and for that you are unique!
We honor you America and will hold high the red, white and blue.
Here's a toast to you America!  May God's grace ever shine on you!

Robert L. Hinshaw, USAF, CMSgt, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

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In This Land

                              In This Land

In this land there is a mighty voice that can
sing a mighty song.

Often it is a song of I don’t belong and all sort
of other things that are wrong.

This mighty voice can herald itself in the
grateful praise of being strong.

All while asking what else is to be spawn in a
struggle to do no wrong.

Should it be we shall live in all eternal
knowing wrong being strong.

It is God’s place to be so strong and
to know all wrong.

So it is in praise to him we should knell as we
spawn our grateful song.

There is one more thing in his Love
eternal song

We all belong.

Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2015

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American Pride

Americans are proud people
bringing peace to every steeple
causing wars they will not do
destroying enemies for their due
eating fast foods they will 
forgetting all the thrill
God’s a tricky subject for some
having faith but no one will come
Indians have lost their lands
jackpot slots replace their sands
Kamikazes hit us hard
no one held a winning card
military keeps us safe
nuclear threat is unsafe
open arms policy long gone
Policing neighbors? Should be done
quit pollution always a goal
recovery is in my skull
science against religion
we’re better than a pigeon
understanding is the key
I hope we’ll always be free
war should never be the answer
with many falling to Cancer
youngsters keep growing up quickly
with parents becoming sickly
hold on to that American pride
we’ll take on challenges with stride

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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trust the system

footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind 
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Tattered Flag

The other day I sat beneath a sycamore tree on the court house lawn.
Old Glory fluttered in the breeze and to my eyes it was drawn.
It was tattered and frayed, I assumed, by the storms of many seasons,
But as I mused upon its state, could it have been caused by other reasons?

After all, it saw action in the Revolutionary War to create a new nation,
And suffered shot and shell in The War of 1812 ending foreign domination.
It flew over the Alamo and was drenched by the blood of courageous squads,
Who sacrificed their lives for independence, aware that they were against all odds.

Old Glory was unfurled for action in the Civil War in many a furious battle,
Mutilated by cannon fire and time and time again by the muskets rattle.
It was ripped by rifle fire as the Rough Riders charged up San Juan Hill.
To look upon it at their front must have given the Riders a comforting thrill!

It was torn asunder in the bloody trenches of France in World War One.
Though battered and torn it was held high at the battles cease for laurels won!
As its charred remnants were hoisted over Iwo Jima's blood soaked strand,
It unfurled to the cheers and tears of brave men who took a gallant stand!

Though the Korean and Vietnam conflicts and subsequent Desert Affair,
Took their toll on the old flag, it yet waves majestically with dignity and flair.
Though it has been spit upon and trampled on it still remains unfurled,
As a symbol of hope and a beacon of light for humankind about the world!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2016

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Row by row for miles it seems
   perfectly aligned, the white stones rise
Stoic symbols of brave men and women
   a sight that brings tears to our eyes

In irony, a bald eagle rests
   atop a single grave marker
He seems to know that each life snuffed
   leaves our world a bit darker

Changing of the guard
   at the tomb of an unknown warrior
Precise, rigid, respectful
   performed with utmost honor

Who's buried there?
   Fathers, husbands, even wives
This tomb represents all lost in action 
   as they gave their lives 

On the far side of Arlington
   an eternal flame is still aglow
For an assassinated president
   JFK - another war hero

You cannot visit the cemetery
   without shedding tears
For the noble and brave young soldiers
   whose sacrifices secured our years

Yes, years, decades, centuries
   of feeling safe on U.S. shores
Came with the hefty price
   countless casualties of wars

As sunset darkens their resting place
    let’s raise our eyes to the sky
Praying our troops return safely
    and, in peace, the eagle will fly 

July 12, 2014   
*Dedicated to all of the men and women who have preserved our freedom.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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On Election night, twentysixteen
I saw a strange and surreal scene
I looked cross the great harbor at Lady Liberty that night
And I knew right away, something wasn’t right
I saw Lady Liberty and she was crying
Because the America she loved, now was dying

She once welcomed millions to this golden shore
But now they ‘re not welcome here anymore
I thought of Ellis Island, where they once came through the doors
Millions of feet crossing the Great Hall’s floors

They brought their hopes, they brought their dreams 
They brought their plans, they brought their schemes
They brought their laughter, they brought their tears
They brought their love and they brought their fears

They came with their families or came alone
Some names we know, but most unknown

They joined the huddled masses already here
The marginalized, the forgotten, the second-class tier
The wretched refuse that made this land great
Yet met with derision, scorn and hate

the First Peoples of this Mother Earth
forced off the land of their ancestors birth
forced to flee, run and hide
one step ahead of the Genocide

those that suffered from old Jim Crow
pleading for rights, met with a NO
When they were polite and asked with a Please
They were met with a Noose thrown over the trees

Many worked hard and were met with success
Their children grew up to be America’s best
Many here now forget where they came
Their immigrant ancestor, can’t remember the name
Can’t remember the ancestor that came here by boat
Can’t remember the issues or the last vote

Once we were great but that’s in the past
Don’t blame us that it didn’t last
Our country is changing from sea to sea
Too many people not like me

The only way is to take it back
go out and stop them, go on the attack
The others are the people that caused our pain
Push them all out,  again we will gain

So he vowed an America, that’s once again great
To get there, he said, America must hate
Hate those others that are not like us
Put them again on the back of the bus
America first! and thats not all
protect ourselves, lets build a wall
We can bring back the greatness of a past day
All we have to do is chant U-S-A

The lamp beside the golden door
Doesn’t seem so bright anymore

It sounds so simple, but it’s really so Grand
An idea we once used to build this land
E Pluribus Unum, Out of Many, One
An idea that that’s Sinking with the Setting Sun

By John Gordon

Copyright © John Gordon | Year Posted 2016

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I    In the rich brown earth, a deeper pain conceals
N   Not just the myth, of war on foreign fields
D   Death's toll and the greater cost reveals
E   Each life, each loss, that paves our freedom trail
P   Pride reminds us of the sacrifice
E   Each mother's  tears should not be theirs alone 
N   Nations  rich in history's reward 
D   Demand that freedom is the final word !
E   Every heart  must keep the names alive
N   Never let the guard down or the pride
C   Choose to honor all who fought and died
E   Exercising freedom's gifts, which is our Godly right !

7/17/15  Acrostic Contest "Celebrate Independence"  Sponsored By Kim Merryman

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Memorial Day

Most of us play, our lives like a game
Both ends of our candle, consumed by the flame
Choosing a curtain, buying a vowel
Planning tomorrow, forsaking the now
In days gone by, not so long ago
We were dreaming of spring, through icy windows
Fields of green clover, budding trees and daffodils
Cooling homemade cobblers, on open window sills
Walking barefoot in the yard, after warm morning showers
Lost in our daydreams of sweet smelling flowers

Now June awaits, with anticipating brides
Spring has sprung, as we hear distant tides
Our minds look ahead, to tropical destinations
Free time with loved ones, on family vacations
Camping, hiking, perhaps water skiing
Traveling far away, for some casual sight seeing
While we're relaxing, with minds elsewhere
Spending today, on tomorrow's big dare
In the hot summer sun, we'll think of the snow
Taking for granted, the time that we blow

For Americans, tomorrow is Memorial Day
Religious or not, we should all stop and pray
For all the people, who gave their lives
At home and abroad, for their sacrifice
Fighting and dying, for the time that we waste
Ask God to love them and show them His grace
Pray for their families, for the love they lost
Paying the price, with the ultimate cost
Think of the fallen, lost in their prime
Be thankful for them and keep them in mind

 an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Veteran's Day Tribute - Hotan

~Veteran's Day Tribute~ (Hotan) It's Veteran's day Today we honour all the Living military veterans For they do Today remember Their bravery And their sacrifice We're so proud of all American Veterans from all wars They keep us safe, free. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2015
November.11.2015 ~Authors Notes: ~On November, 11, 2015... here in the USA, we celebrate "Veteran's Day" Please remember and pay honor to all our American men and women in the Military, the Air force, the Navy etc...from the very long past, to the present and future generations. They sacrifice a lot and some have sacrificed it all ...they give it all they have... and too many have given it their all....their own very lives. Please support all our American troops in any way you can not just this day, today, but everyday.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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The Bleeding Sky

There’s a line of flapping, red-starred flags,
they wag their rags, as dogs wag their tails,
when the master’s home;

and the summer wind  taunts their linen
crease;  then takes them on a merry jaunt,
a widow’s pooch, in heat.

And up above the red-devilled street, a
dipping, flipping, swift-filled, livid high;

counts flags, dogs and masters, sighing 
swifts and bleeding sky.

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

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If I were the President

If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be my senate
and their satisfaction my template.

If I were the president
all sectors will be cycled with excellence
all human needs will be met with kindness.

If I were the president
cremation of human disasters fully executed
our mentality will be built in love.

If I were the president
good ideas, I’ll romance
into reality, I’ll convert.

If I were the president
life will be a comfort zone
with every compatriot a beneficiary.

If I were the president,
the simple flow of Life would be applied;
basic made basic, luxury made luxury.

If I were the president
health, mobility, literacy and justice
would be rights, not privileges.
This third world I see
would be transformed to the first, I dream of,
so God……… Make me the president that we need.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015