Best Salute Poems
W afting wonder world-wide
A stonishing, astounding artistry
R apier-like Rennaisance rhymes
R enascent, radiant resonance
I ndigo inkwells of incense
O mniscient, omnipotent originality
R evered, redoubtable Romantic
Fly to Heaven on poetic wings
My friend, Our friend
Winged Warrior
gun salute~
in every fold of the flag
his sacrifices
She's only 12 1/2 years old as I recall
Adult minded who walks before the crawl
How did she join us and we not figure out
Her mind is not a kid but adult throughout
She calls herself "the Literature Lover"
Flowing through Soup we soon discover
Her name might well be misconstrued
She's smart, bright and cunningly shrewd
So BE AWARE all YOU poets so BOLD
The Kid's not a novice at 12 years old
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Good Luck to all of us we're gonna need it!
Salute to a Man of Mud with an Unblemished Heart
Rommel E. Gabitan
Clouds of mud cover his forsaken face
His hair showing strands of entangled complexities
His arms are covered with stingy memories
With all the world’s judgmental presumptions
He wanders in the corners of our fallen castles
Filled with hatred,, ignorance and neglect of men
We hear not his voice but deep in his heart
He is shouting “Hey, have mercy on me!”
We dream of Cinderellas and Prince Charmings
But this Man of Grease has nothing to cherish
Except finding tranquility and serenity of mind
In the midst of emptiness, yet he resembles a smile!
Woe to you people wearing clothes of pretention
Glittering with false gold and silver of indignation
You eat chocolates of sugar coated bitterness
Yet you spit sour drops of your putrid arrogance
He is a man swarmed with grease, mud and flies
He eats the leftovers of our bountiful banquets
But I say to you, he eats with dignity and cleanliness
For his heart is pure and sincere, despite his ugliness
Not party, but character defines a president
popularity fades quickly
achievements reign longer
Presidents Eisenhower to Reagan
succession of seven World War II veterans
George H.W. Bush the last
Men of service earned respect
brought dignity to the office
true leaders
Family man without scandal
even-tempered fisherman
like Apostles Peter, Andrew, James and John
Clean Air Act
Americans with Disabilities Act
Bush saw as his greatest accomplishments
Approval rating of 91 percent
after winning Desert Storm
admiration proved fleeting
Americans “read his lips”
felt betrayed when taxes were raised
president side-swiped by economic downturn
From Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar,”
“The evil that men do lives on;
the good is oft interred with their bones
so let it be with Caesar…”
so not let it be with George H.W. Bush
remember him kindly
as I always will
*Not for a contest
You are King of the Hill!
A full eight years done with teachers in a private school!
You are not foul-mouthed nor spoiled.
Everyone you meet, thinks the world of you, nobody recoils!
You are not going to an ordinary high school,
Where you have to apologize for being white nor step down
academically, too.
Nor will you study the destruction
of the American flag or be taught new, faux, history.
Nor is your sex a mystery, you know you are, a boy, to which I
I am ever grateful, there is no mystery!
An immense star in Little League you proved to be!
Not only for the a ball you throw at 80 miles per hour, we see.
But your amicability and friendships with many,as welcome as
fresh, Spring flowers be.
You will be no moron, Grandson, in a nutty high school.
But one of the best and brightest!
Why?
You only honor and play by God's rules.
The Bible, being your life's tool!
I miss that little boy I once held in my arms.
That's the blessing of being a Nana, who still feels your warmth..
The most blessed~experiencing her grandsons's Linfinite charms.
With all my respect and love, dearest Edward!
Nana Pangie
~Thank you for coming into my life~
It’s at centre of the table
The drink to Absent Friend
Standing there untouched
Until the meeting’s end.
The first round tipped to it
In a solemn, silent salute
In the standing tradition
Of paying our tribute.
Some fell in action,
Some fell to the booze,
Some by their own hand,
Some you win, some you lose.
We don’t make any judgement,
Don’t ask any reason why,
Just thinking that, so easily,
Could have been you or I.
We each have our Absent Friend
And we drink to them one and all,
Just for that moment bring each
Back to mind in silent recall.
No matter how long the meeting
Each ends in the same way
With The Absent Friends Drink,
Untouched, being poured away
Twas a lovely day in May.
A red-haired Grandmother, with her daughter and
grandchild strolled the soft, still grass.
Under a large pine tree, she unwrapped a beautiful pot of flowers.
In the center~ a flag waved softly in the gentle, Midwest winds.
They proceeded to a marble headstone with a gentle walk.
Not one of them had the need to talk.
Kneeling at the headstone~ she placed her head upon it.
Telling her husband, his family was all here for a visit.
Assuring him that they missed and loved him.
She then spoke....angelically:
" Brian, thank you for keeping our country so wonderfully free!
But alas at breakfast now, it's only me!
Brian, my Airman and eagle of my soul.
I miss your dark eyes that sparkled like anthracite coal."
She kissed the headstone as if herway to say,
She would be back soon~another day!
May 30, 2020
7:30am PST
Poem# 1,306
For those who lost their lives in battle.
Their photo still rests upon the mantel.
They gave their lives, to fight for freedom.
They gave their lives, with spirit and wisdom.
Army boots and bags.Navy Seals and rags.
Air Force wings and badges.Marine Corps
boots and buttons.Helmets of steal which
truly toughen.Toughen the fighting men who
wish to be free.Remembering the lives we
lost for freedom.Remembering the days
we had to dig in.While fighting the wars on
land and sea.Defending our flag, for the
right to be free.A twenty one gun salute, for
all our brave men.Who battled at war, until
the very end..
Veteran's Day Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2013..
All rights reserved
We salute every soldier who’s
served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
and appreciation!
We salute each member
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
efforts and resources!
We salute the many who
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…
If not for people like YOU!
We salute every son and
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
country is meant for!
We salute the officers who’ve
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!
And our love from within!
We salute our veterans!
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
land, air and sea!
Offering prayer to the
Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
Commander-in-Chief!
As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
love, hope and cheer!
May God bless them in
all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
today and forever!!
By Jim Pemberton
This Memorial Day…
We salute every soldier who’s
served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
and appreciation!
We salute each member
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
efforts and resources!
We salute the many who
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…
If not for people like YOU!
We salute every son and
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
country is meant for!
We salute the officers who’ve
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!
And our love from within!
We salute our veterans!
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
land, air and sea!
Offering prayer to the
Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
Commander-in-Chief!
As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
love, hope and cheer…
May God bless them in
all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
today and forever!!
By Jim Pemberton 05/21/10
Brass handles, polished,
Purple satin, heavenly,
Perfect wedding suit,
National flag neatly draped.
I salute thee, soldier mine!
~ 25 May 2016~
My soul filled with pride and my eyes misted as the parade passed in review.
'Twas the annual hometown Veterans Day Parade that I was privileged to view.
Veterans, young and old marched behind the flag that they vowed to defend.
They sacrificed so much to uphold the liberties we enjoy in this land!
A Medal of Honor recipient served as Marshal for the parade.
Lively music provided by the local high school band was played.
An honor guard led the procession with Old Glory held high.
Old veterans along the street saluted with a proud tear in their eye!
There were survivors from the December 1941 Pearl Harbor Affair.
No doubt this day recalled memories of comrades who yet lie sleeping there.
Grizzled heroes of The Battle of the Bulge marched proudly with resolute stride.
Wearers of the Purple Heart rode aboard a float with heads held high with pride!
A company of Korean War vets marched representing the war in which they served.
Viet Nam vets received long overdue plaudits from the crowd they so well deserved.
Young men and women still on active duty, some barely out of their teens,
Represented the Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Air Force and United States Marines!
Those gnarled hands that once held the terrible weapons of war,
Now beckoned for peace that we shall know war no more.
The hardships they suffered for liberty's sake we shall never know.
So much, so very much to each of these brave men and women we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
My mother’s brother lies in a grave in Normandy
If he had lived I would have known him as Uncle Stanley
I recall his oval framed picture hanging on Grandma’s wall
Uncle Stanley so youthfully dressed in army attire proud and tall
Stanley’s eyes seem the same as my Uncle Jimmy’s to me
I always imagined Stanley’s voice whenever Uncle Jimmy was with me you see
Most all the men of my mother’s family
Served in their country’s greatest hour of need proudly
My Uncle Jack became a prisoner of war while fighting in Europe
All through my life only once did I ever hear him tell the others of it
Uncle Leonard flew across the English Channel in a flying fortress
I remember him crying when he told my father about this
Uncle J.T. was wounded somewhere in the country of France
I recall him using a cane and joking about never being able to dance
Uncle Ted entered the Great War two years late
He worked in supply – far from the front lines of deadly hate
Uncle Lloyd who is the only brother left alive to this day
Will serve his country yet again on this Memorial Day
As always he will proudly adorn his Marine dress blue on Monday
To lead the city’s festive military parade
I will hoist my country’s flag in my front yard
Sing our National Anthem loudly and hard
I have been so blessed by my mother’s brothers who did so give sacrifice
That I this day am afforded such a rich and wonderful life
Norfolk waterways
are full of navy vessels
God bless the navy