Best States Poems
Lower the flags to half mast,
America the Beautiful has been gutted,
Its word emptied of all meaning,
There is no jubilant throng singing,
“Glory, glory Hallelujah!”
Our nation’s heroes rise
From their earthen graves enraged
And cry out to the heavens,
“Have our cruel deaths been in vain?!”
Their ghosts march en masse
On the nation’s capital to haunt
Those who have betrayed our nation
In the Chamber of the Senate.
Abraham Lincoln holds his head in his hands,
And weeps bitterly for his nation.
All he endured to protect the Union from traitors
Has been destroyed in a single vote.
Our Founding Fathers who had sacrificed all
Watch in horror as the orange faced buffoon
Mounts the steps of the Capital with
The beloved Constitution of the United States
Attached to the bottom of his shoe
Like used toilet paper.
Tomorrow morning in newspapers
Throughout the nation the obituary is written,
“The United States of America,
Born on July 4, 1776, died on February 5, 2020
In the Senate, Washington D.C.
Our justice system is far from perfect, but it is what we’ve got
Just because you break the law, doesn’t mean you deserve to die or get shot
This is the United States of America, we are not a third world nation
If you don’t live here, then we are not interested in your negative summation
We have good cops and bad cops, good black and white and bad
We also have our fair share of good fathers and deadbeat dads
Evil is not dictated by a uniform, or the color of your skin
We know exactly where we are at and where we have been
We are the strongest on this planet, second only to God
So, if you have a big mouth, keep it shut and be careful of how you trod
We have our way of doing things that may or may not make much sense
But we will get the job done, whether its Biden and Kamala or Trump and Pence
We are Americans, you better recognize
You can choose to be our enemy, or one of our allies
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Oh land of the free
And home of the brave, where are you?
Where is the torch that hearkens
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free?
When did freedom of religion
Become acceptance of
Only one religion?
When did freedom of speech only exist
When the listener and speaker agreed?
Why are we intolerant of extremists abroad,
But blindly follow extremists we call left or right?
When did news become fake news when it
Stated things that the listener did not like?
When did peaceful protests get vilified
And intimidation get glorified?
When did public servants
Stop serving the public?
When will equal justice truly be equal
despite race, culture, religion, and gender?
Is America, the beautiful
Truly beautiful
When we close our minds
And close our hearts?
Can we be proud to be American
And hate anyone unlike ourselves?
We argue over building
Physical walls,
But ignore
The spiritual walls and
The emotional walls
That we build
To silences differences.
My country, tis of thee,
My sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I plead.
Love your neighbor as yourself,
Forgive others as you were forgiven,
Clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, and humility,
For that is what will make America
Great again.
The Constitution
Words on paper,
Written by people of another time.
Written by people to protect “the people”.
Individuals that fought for;
their families,
their homes,
their towns,
their cities,
their states,
their new country!
America.
The land of the free!
The men and women that fought and paid in blood,
for their rights…
Do not change a word.
No! Not one.
Freedom they wish to steal.
Freedom they disguise and use to their advantage.
Our own laws against us.
Our own desire to accept and tolerate…
A weapon to stab us in the heart.
They are Our rights, not theirs.
It is Our lives not theirs.
It is Our families,
It is Our homes,
It is Our towns,
It is Our states,
It is Our COUNTRY!
America.
South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)
Caravans comprising multitudinous
peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated
by North America
an irresistible source,
which tug felt
nearly all the way round
webbed wide world beckoning
for waves of humanity
figuratively donned as spawning fish,
toward which currently dimming
beacon of democracy flickr
Trump might extinguish
though tis quite heart
breaking to experience
vicariously as one collective soul,
these desperate folks
ambitious to seek asylum,
(and eventual citizenship),
while this "FAKE" president
invents many a...holy SMOKES
outrageous, nefarious, and malicious
dagger o type cruel barbed wire
accusing, condemning, and emasculating,
(I could continue),
but ye dear reader would tire
unless individuals
affected by xenophobia
countenance same stance
as Commander in Chief,
or contrariwise some
like minded
thinkers, rack coon sitter
the migrant situation dire,
would effectively serve me
as preaching to
the Unitarian choir,
yet any sensate
person must admit
tis quite upsetting, lamenting,
and agonizing to witness
hordes of persons treated like
some pestilential
eyesore dagnabbit,
yes this chap can
endlessly spout flibbertigibbet,
though thee crux of my opinion,
inspires a poem express
sing supportive emotions
particularly acknowledging,
how these masses (thousands)
of vulnerable individuals
show true grit,
nonetheless yours truly,
would be hard pressed
for an immediate
humane solution to corral
this extensive kit
and caboodle, though this generic guy
with a poetic knack
shakes his noggin
watching armed flack
delivered from border patrol agents/
United States military, lack
restraint, and who outright attack
trespassers at point
blank range that pack,
a deadly (Judge Judy ish
huss) punch smack
king young ones
upside the head forcing
everyone to backtrack
to their homeland of
persecution by crack
headed gang members, which thugs
violently land a deadly whack!
California
other Florida
both have their beaches
plenty of sunshine
one have more quakes though
shorelines are nice
deep sea fishing
lots of swimming
even diving
Surfing too
bring your pole
fish a bit
party
on beach
beer
REST IN PEACE, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
YOUR LEADERS FAIL THIS GREAT NATION.
THE FAILURE OF TRUTH HAS ERODED YOUR FOUNDATION.
YOUR BORDERS ARE BEING INFILTRATED.
YOUR LEADERS ARE PLAYING POLITICS WITH YOUR PROTECTION.
REST IN PEACE, UNCLE SAM, YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS TREATMENT.
THERE IS A CURRENT OF TRUTH AND JUSTICE IN THIS GREAT LAND.
WE ARE THE BEACON OF FREEDOM AND
WE MUST BECOME THIS OR WE WILL DIE.
THIS NATION IS STILL ALIVE!
WE THE PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER!
REST IN PEACE, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
YOU ARE BEING REBORN!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
JANUARY 2019.
A rabbit in a magic hat
The moons silvery sliver, slides behind the veil of dotted light, as the man on it, hides his face from our sight
Flowers from their stems
Leaves , which once were green and full of life, become dry, and fall off as they wither.
Snakes as they slither underground, under water, or up a tree.
Money, if you’re not cautious, nothing is ever free.
Children, who grow, and leave home
Musicians on the road, as they roam
Buildings made of brick and steel eventually will fall under the builders zeal
A star, once bright and strong, whose fuel, is now long gone, will collapse and fall in upon itself
The spiders web of lacy silk
A plate of cookies and a glass of milk
Food, once prepared and shared
CHOCOLATE, IF IM AWARE OF IT SITTING THERE !
Love, once you’ve fallen out
Grey skies, once the rain has gone
Hero’s, who, once were strong
Democracy, if we wait too long
A ring, a jewel, a television show
Our perception of these things is short lived, compared to the storied histories they’ve lived
The sun, below the horizon line, once the day is done
Soon you find a new one has just begun
A breath, once held, is soon expelled
A bird from its nest, a smile from a face.....
Nothing ever really vanishes, it just changes shape, transforms, and then moves on to another state
Energy is never lost
It just lies in wait......until, such time, as it is acted upon.
If water is life, death is ice, indeed.
The frost does not call for a long walk,
but it turns plain water into diamonds, though.
Only a month ago,
the lake had a staring contest with the sky
and apparently, the lake blinked.
You didn’t have the slightest chance, the lake:
the eternal sky always outstares
both you and me.
How nice to hear diamonds crunch underfoot!
I feel the frost is nipping my fingertips,
but the sun is already warming.
Soon our blue eyes,
yours, beautiful and elongated,
and mine, shortsighted and small,
will stare up again.
And then,
when the time of this world will come to an end,
we turn into steam and get back to the sky...
There's something comforting about this thought,
isn’t there,
my dear lake?
15.04.2019
Intensity Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
Dark clouds on the horizon the hour is quite late.
As I ponder my destiny and wonder my fate.
The foundation of my life was set in soft sand.
With no guidance from above where does one take a stand.
The pressures of life can be so unjust.
That is why he is called Savior, in our lives He is a must.
The roads that we travel sometime seem to never end.
Filled with pain and heartache around every bend.
We didn’t come with guarantees or promises of good things.
We dictate most of what our tomorrows will bring.
God sat down certain rules all men should follow and keep.
If we choose not to follow then don’t get mad at what you reap.
The baby boomers now we’re starting to learn.
To pay for the keep we must get out there and earn.
We’ve let to many things get out of control.
We’re not standing up to the task nor fulfilling our roles.
Where once there were heroes .
Have they left us forever only God knows?
We’ve gotten our self into an unusual state.
For what once was a given has been removed as of late.
We idly stand by as our lives they destroy.
Are we really that blind or are we being just coy?
It’s time we reunite and set our priorities straight.
The ReUnited States of America shall be our new fate.
Democracy and freedom they all come with a price.
When is death pretty, when is it nice?
That is why bravery and courage should be rewarded and shown.
To all our brave children and the battles they’ve known.
Give them the credit no matter the cost.
And pray for the families of the fallen and lost.
from between eyebrows, straight up to the crown
each point along the grid is our third eye
depending on realms where we wish to drown
we may choose to witness lie after lie
to indulge in awhile before we die
each reality is another dream
know oh hermit, things are not what they seem
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Hawaii and Alaska
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THE CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA SPEAK
(IN REMEMBRANCE OF CONFEDERATE SOLDIER ALBERT PORTER)
They were brainwashed by the White man.
Persuaded that slavery had ended.
However, still oppressed for twenty-some more years and when true freedom was known, therein, manifested racism.
Now, they shout the Confederate Flag yet hangs.
It needs to be brought down.
Forget the bloodshed of the Southern White man because the Union represents autonomy to all citizens.
In video-media clips, they live.
Georgia, Alabama, and South Carolina in the sixties.
In the North, everything is calm, except the riot that took place in Detroit, Michigan.
The Civil War did what for whom?
It was the White man’s blood pool.
To put the White man in colored lives that way…
To dictate what I say and not what I do…
Makes the averred fraught today's damned fools.
Now, they shout bring the Confederate Flag down from that pole.
Union White won the Civil War.
The Confederacy is forever gone.
Archive that got damned symbol.
We are the Confederate States of America.
That which demarcates the freedoms known.
We lost no more lives than the Union Army.
We receded because we were killing our own.
The Union would kill until this great nation was destroyed.
So we ask: "Why are you troubled by our flag?"
The historical era is represented equally.
The Confederate flag drapes from that extremity because we are a people that posited an economy of free will.
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Written April 16, 2016!
Mary
Mary Eliza Mahoney
birth in 1845 an American black child of former slaves daughter of Mary Jane and Charles Mahoney
at 18 showed interest in healing Humanity
in 1863 and the New England hospital for women and children headed
into the healthcare industry
has a younger sister named Ellen also wanted to become a nurse
but alas she didn't graduate
Mary train long days 16 hours
students then earn $1 to $4 an hour
Mary graduated 1879 as a registered nurse
alongside with three other colleagues as the first black woman nurse in the United States of America
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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
Sunruse: May 7th 1845 Dorchester Massachusetts
Sunset: January 4th 1926 Boston Massachusetts
Nationality: American
Alma mater: New England Hospital for Women and Children