Best United 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
United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor
I
do not
cry,
this pain
soul deep stings the weeping heart
burns so very
intensely
the memories
the perished and
heartfelt sweetness
of Love's cherished
truths,'
the precious moments
the cool breeze,
the heights of adore
the feverish touch
of your lips
our nights of lovemaking
and sweetest morns
of my waking
with you,
your tangled blonde
hair and sultry lips
and that dawn's
ravishing smiles
upon our dynamic
new love, upon
our dynamite kisses
and our just being
we two.....
the truth
the passion,
heated waves
in our ocean where passion
burns so
very brightly
and its heart beats
for us, in tune with life
singing
to our two hearts
wedded, asking
only
each other
and begging
for more
days
and nights
welded
together
as
united souls
with
appetites
for love
and hungry
forever
for each
other
darling
you and I
stand
against the pains
of this dark
and bleak world
with nights
of sweet ardor
and days
of purest delights
wedded
hearts, spirits and
sensual minds
together,
you and I......
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
romantic and true\
sensual and tingly
for of hope
and raging love!
God pours in His best ingredients
Combining hope, faith and love
With grace, peace and promise
For joy that will forever praise Him
God flows through the one who knows
His love abides in the heart and soul
Piercing the darkness with a tender light
Who whispers in silence, inspiration
Insight that invites the believer to see…
Through His mercy there will forever be
Strength and beauty, forever purity…
In the human spirit, where there is truly
Wonder that can’t be seen, but only felt
By the one who believes in the Savior
Who poured out His spirit inside each of us,
The souls who know that His love is alive
Abiding, like a gentle fire, … burning away
All the doubt and despair, the darkness
That might feel like a cloud hanging down
Over the spirit who knows that, with Him,
There is a promise that forever dances
To the music of belief that never wavers
Conviction that is always honest and trust
In the One who created us to grow
Through the unending devotion that shines
Through every tender mercy, in the spirit
Who knows that His light shines bright inside
Where the human spirit is designed to unite
With the Holy Spirit, the abiding touch
From a Savior who loves so very much
He actually came down and died for us!
The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
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September 18, 2022
Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas. The dry stone walling lay sporadic, lost,
decaying in time and memory, the hardy moorland sheep
stumbled from blade to blade, in the breeze they used the
walls as shade. Golden plovers dipped and dived the call
of pee weet pee weet echoed in the stillness, the Peregrine
hovered with silent wings and sunlit eye. Those fingers of
light walked the hillside highlighting the chalk outcrops
on craggy reaches as if new laden snow. Black pools of
peaty water dot themselves borne of winters starkness,
it is a beauty that holds both eye and heart, a picture
painted for the soul. A place where all blends and the
crofter wears no watch only the sun and moon to follow
and the footsteps of the rambler sleeps in the fragrance
of the heather.
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.
I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same
So grab a drink, have one of my fags
The girls and boys in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret it, of course
Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be
Am I the jester or the king?
This kingdom is my everything
Live long, all hail, up against the wall
The king is wearing nothing at all
If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
The English, Locals and Arabs!
Jews, Africans and Chinese!
Gather to the aroma of the herbs,
And to relish the Indian Cuisine!
Vending stalls have lined the route,
As the natives and tourists wander in,
Flanked by cycles, bikes and touts,
Amidst the music and the din.
This mela of colours and clothing,
Will make a rainbow look white,
travellers in town need updating,
And wear colours that are bright!
It is dusk, and it is getting dark,
the street lights are coming on,
Be warned of strangers in the park!
Hide your wallet, or they will be gone!
Watch the trash, the puddles at feet,
And the stray dogs at your shin,
At every shop a smiling greet,
“Try our food! Please step in!”
Unique, unique is this ensemble,
On the streets of sweet Mumbai,
Where petty human irks crumble,
In the stream of gastronomic joy!
See the Mexican laugh with the Texan,
Over the Goan seafood platter,
Even the Arab and Jew have taken,
A place at the table together!
The leaders at the United Nations,
Who have failed to make a deal,
Must learn from this congregation,
How problems are solved at a meal!
UN policies, treaties at the table,
Have had no effect on peace,
But sandy Juhu is ever so stable,
For people eat and mix with ease!
Let these vendors in Mumbai, Juhu,
Take the lead in creating the peace,
Let their Chai make you go Yoohoo,
And hatred in the world will cease!!
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
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!
Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now.
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.
Heading toward a communal meadow of unsuspecting villagers.
Children running out to greet them, recognizing them immediately.
They carry slop buckets of left overs, to entice the dragons to stay.
“What dragons?” the adults lament. Not being able to see them now.
It is the annual spring and release day. Always on March fifth.
In honor of the Grand Plume Matriarch Grandma Dragon
Who one hundred years ago had the foresight to see what was what.
She realized that dragon slayers would continue if dragons kept consuming humans.
In the middle of the night, she approached one of the few adults
Left in the world, who still believed in dragons – My great grandma, Marguerite.
Marguerite was surrounded by faeries, dancing and singing at the time.
She stopped in mid-dance when she saw Matriarch Grandma Dragon staring.
“I was terrified,” Great Grandma Marguerite told me thirty years later.
“I had heard of dragons, but I had not seen them since I was a child. It was scary.”
These two wise women of different species, religions, and belief systems,
Discussed the possible merging of dragons and humans in a peace covenant.
“Not a big deal,” my best dragon friend Michelle said to me,
“Letting go of human tasting. Have you ever tasted human?”
I truthfully admitted that I had not, so she shared this tidbit…
“Flavor of squirrel, squid, and skunk,” she said. “Not tasty.”
We linked arms and went to school, where we had a great time.
Yes, humans are allowed to attend school now.
It is not only dragons who can get an education.
Progress by two wise and wonderful women – dragon and human.
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.
Life is somehow like doing a project,
It cannot automatically succeed
Except some kindness divines to aid,
That needs to move the Holy spirits
We cannot do so for any miracles
So turned to recruit the like-minded,
Self-help we must do, with keys to the heart
Open up spaces for everyone,
Acknowledge being a part of the United,
The blueprint of lives likes a jigsaw picture
We must be united to make life better
I can bear it no longer, I turn off the TV.
Must we be subjected to such agony?
I search in the garden for the peace that I had,
Before being informed that the world had gone mad.
Even here in my refuge, the horror remains.
It has spread from the city to mountains and plains.
I can't stay away, I turn back to the news.
We'll not be defeated, we've too much to lose.
Our leaders are speaking to put us at ease.
"We're not swept off our feet, only brought to our knees."
I am told of the good folks who work without rest.
Tragedy unites them, they're giving their best.
Policemen and firemen gave their own lives.
To help the trapped victims. Heroism survives.
It seems the brave passengers on the doomed plane,
Fought with their captors, the evil insane.
The target untouched, our first victory.
They died with the demons, but helped keep us free.
Tears roll down my cheeks, but my heart fills with pride
For those searching the ruins and those who have died.
Gone our small differences, we are all one,
Determined to finish the task we've begun.
It was not of our making, but we'll answer the call.
The tables will turn, we will run with the ball.
We who live in a free world will never give in
And those who would bind us shall die for their sin.
When our nation calls us, we'll march to the beat
Of a drum that proclaims we'll not bow to defeat.
With right on our side, all attackers beware
We will find you and track you right into your lair.
Won 3rd place
There is unrest everywhere, everyday.
Look around and really see,
the high price that we pay.
for the right to be free.
But in this land we call home.
The unrest is right next door.
Conflict that no one wants to own.
None taking responsibility anymore.
We elect politicians, that we shouldn't,
staying within party lines.
Knowing full well, they wouldn't
stand up for what is right at anytime.
We spend so much time hating each other.
It must be easier than trying to get along.
Does anyone remember, brother to brother?
Or is the belief that once was all wrong?
There are struggles we all have to face.
Of course, some more than others.
We all are here, in the same place.
Why not reach out to help another?
Is it so hard to understand, that we are in this together?
That we all may believe in the same thing?
This country was built on dreams of forever.
Maintaining this standard no matter what tomorrow brings.
These forever words " united we stand"
Were written a long time ago.
Facing the world together, hand in hand.
The foundation, from which we would grow.
Somewhere, along the road we have traveled,
we have lost sight of what was so clear.
Let us believe again, before it all comes unraveled.
We must stand together, protecting what we hold so dear.