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Steel Made In the USA
by Curtis , Donna
Limerick crochetes: Once Japanese couple from USA
by Wignesan, T
North America, USA
by Darnell Sr., William
Small Town USA
by Pekrul, David
The USA Has Lost its Way
by Price, Franklin
China and USA
by hansen, jan oskar
If i was president of the USA
by Harris, STANLEY
THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE USA AND THE ENGLISH PREMIER SOCCER LEAGUE
by Ashton, Darryl
So Inspired Tonight by USA People Thank you
by Flaherty, Christopher
USA Gymnastics Team
by Loo, Laura
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America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
I love Guns
Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too
Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!
Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction
And......... any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right
Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns
By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights
I am not concerned with facts
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018
These are just a few words about reality,
as Muslims struggle each day with individuality.
What is a Muslim and from whence does he come?
Like you and me, he is born into the world. because of two someone's.
Many of us grew up knowing prejudice in life,
I was gangly, naive, ever given to strife.
Raised as a Christian I never knew what it meant,
As my Muslim friend, how people could vent.
My younger years were spent playing baseball you see,
They were a team of Puerto Ricans, not one Muslim to be.
My Polish heritage was always the butt of a joke,
It was infinitely small, compared to a Muslim's yoke.
My parent's generation was prejudiced in mind,
To Blacks, and Jews, Hindus, Muslims, Hispanics and people of all kind.
I, being naive, never even recognized the strife,
to which these peoples had been subjected to in life.
From experience I learned to treat each person individually,
slowly finding out that that was how they treated me.
Oh, I can say I've met both good and bad,
and the underlying theme is all so sad.
For it seems that we put labels to people like cans of beans,
stick them on a shelf, never tasting their means.
But once you open that can and taste the fare,
you may very well find yourself going back there.
We have our share of detractors in this world of our choice,
but Muslims are not the ones against whom we should give voice.
They are as decent, hard working, and loving as you or me.
They only want what is best for their family.
I pray to my Christian God for Muslims though they know it not,
because they are people that He has not forgot.
Words between man and God are private you see,
that is what connects man to his Deity.
But in every society there is always some remark made aloud,
about how this group or that group has no right to be allowed.
What, I wonder, gives them the right to speak that thought?
Unless it was the freedoms for which this country fought.
And I am sure that the Muslims fought with us too,
so they could have an American dream or two.
So, I think I'll stay in my own naive little way,
and keep those prejudices well at bay.
I won't care whether the next person is Red or Yellow, Black or White,
I won't care if he's Hindu or Christian, Jewish or Zen on sight.
Yes, I'll like the next Muslim I see,
I'm going to smile at them, and I bet they smile back at me!
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2017
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014
In Galilee, his voice was heard.
In Nazareth, he rested his spirit.
Cana is where he was first miraculous.
In Galilee, the crowds were like a flock of sheep.
But his crucifixion in Judea defeated their image.
My beloved Jesus knew his faith.
At the last supper, he told his disciples about his last days.
Oh Lord of greatness
How they hung you on the cross
Arms stretched to the limit
Not mindful (of it) at all.
The people of Galilee embraced your ministry.
In Judea, they crowded to witness your crucifixion.
Your mother cried out but
She knew that you were seeking your crown.
In Heaven, you reside.
You were raised from the dead.
Lord Jesus, you will meet your disciples once again.
Your resurrection was angelical.
An angel appeared to your disciples.
They were informed of your forgoing.
In Galilee, as promised, they would see you once more.
The prophecy of the birth of Christ is destiny that forfeited his life.
Penned March 20, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
Under cumulus clouds, grew cauliflowers.
He planted them with love because I adorn them when they were harvested to the table of healthy man, my husband; sons; and brothers.
All were vegetable farmers of California.
We woman loved cooking for them.
They say there never was a better meal than this one every time we cooked.
That was each day of the yield.
Spirits were high as hell.
The profits were insurmountable.
They increased each year.
The sunshine brightly and this eased our fears.
We became wealthy and retired well.
Our children went off into the world.
Both sons became Attorneys of Law.
Penned on October 30, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
~Veteran's Day Tribute~
It's Veteran's day
Today we honour all the
Living military veterans
For they do
And their sacrifice
We're so proud of all
American Veterans from all wars
They keep us safe, free.
Dorian Petersen Potter
~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
AN AURORA ALOUETTE - RAIN DOGS
the morning dewdrops
the sap on the trees
the wind blowing pleasingly
a stroll I will take
a joyous promenade
with my umbrella and cane.
rain oh rain will show
dawn is to enjoy.
gloomy not, away I go
pouring cats and dogs.
dulcetly I sing “Rain Dogs.”
Penned on August 31, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
They came from "farawayland"
to arms held open wide
welcomed without question by the "Man"
The starving and the homeless
can't begin to understand this
how could someone even do this to their clan
We try to feed and clothe them
give health and shelter freely
and we're just talking legal citizens
The influx of the immmigrants
and the millions of illegals
that have crossed our borders who knows even when
There are no jobs to give them
our health care's straining badly
some diseases that they bring could devastate
They try their best to hide here
while staying in the shadows
by scamming us they jeopardize our fate
Bleeding hearts help hide them
treated better than our Veterans
they snicker and they tell us that we're cruel
As our President stands proudly
ensuring he will protect them
America knows he plays us for the fool.....
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2016
They're getting old now.
They congregate only a few blocks south of where I live.
40 to 50 years ago they were in Vietnam.
Among the homeless they usually move slower,
The weariness of age and of other things,
of drug use and alcohol,
lost loves and families,
bent and broken paths.
You hear about the "thousand yard stare,"
where blank verse and silence show they're not actively seeing,
though now most of the immediate trauma is gone,
they are just lives forever changed,
eyes both hardened and softened,
former aspects compromised,
the hand of war still upon them.
My family had a big house in Youngstown, Ohio,
with a room rented to a nice young guy named Dale.
It was cool because he would throw the football
with me and my brothers, and talk to us.
He had short hair and a little bit of acne.
In 1967 he went to Vietnam, killed within a week.
They tell stories of night patrols, moving through water,
streams rivers rain, mud and sodden clothes,
100 degrees in the shade, bugs, infection, panic,
running through the jungle firing their M-16 behind them,
of the Vietnamese people suffering, the dead lying along the road.
Arriving in-country, the heat blasting you
when you get off the plane, you are told
look left, look right, and then that one of the two men
you just saw will not return.
Our country was then conflicted, and it was harder coming home,
even though the orange fires and the smoke were far away,
you lost a limb and they didn't appreciate it.
There were a lot of booby-traps set,
by the enemy, by the bureaucracy, by the times.
I wasn't old enough to go and I'm not sorry.
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
When it comes to Black slavery
Black people see the White people as the enemy,
The Black were owned by the White.
True fact but not completely right.
Black men were sold as slaves to White men,
By powerful Black men who knew slavery would happen.
The lower level of Black African society
were owned by the powerful Black African bully.
The powerful Black African men rounded up the poor,
then sold those Black African men who were transported across the seashore.
It was the White men of Britain that made the slave trade illegal.
Britain was given the responsibility of policing the oceans which was vital
as it prevented Slade traders from transporting Black people.
Britain also made slavery illegal forcing others too as it was powerful.
The irony is the poor slaves got to go to America,
While those that sold them stayed in Africa.
The slaves now live with the chance of opportunity.
While those that sold them live in poverty.
It was not right for the White to own the Black
but that has changed now and there is no going back.
People should celebrate the changes made through history,
use the stories educationally and not a reason to blame thee,
who were not part of the lesson that created changes,
because no matter our race, our ancestors were all slaves through the ages.
Black sold Black to White,
White sold Black to White,
and White freed Black from White.
Find a history book and you will find I'm right.
P.s the term "African American" is divisive in itself, as well as inaccurate, have you ever heard of an African Australian? People were emigrating all over the world at the same time as people were emigrating to America but only in America do you divide in this way, maybe think about ending it I say.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
Our college professor was waxing excitedly
in the bored classroom: “Our mass media
—America's great Fourth Estate—is an
unconquerable force for good in the world
with an unrivaled power to tell the truth!”
A dejected classmate interjected: “Yes,
but a force that's dirty and evil,” stirring
up a commotion in the hushed classroom.
Indeed, wasn't it our mass media which
destroyed a hapless President Carter?
Turned Sarah Palin into a ridiculed pariah?
Ignored Ralph Nader and Bernie Sanders?
Now our news media are demonizing Trump,
calling him a “hater” and “Putin's puppet”
in an anti-Trump orgy of vilification.
Our mass media feed the world with
a few crumbs of truth and half-truth—
along with countless tons of deceptions,
lies and truly Goebbelsian propaganda.
Isn't it our news media which are
brainwashing us that our Constitution
supposedly guarantees every Sunni Muslim
around the world an automatic and
unimpeded entry into America? Or that
Americans who support Trump are
"racists," "xenophobes," "sexists,"
"Islamophobes" and "homophobes"?
Our news media are a mighty force to
be reckoned with, but they are a force
that is corrupt, crooked, and dirty!
They lie, cheat, and twist the truth—
but they are usually so proud of it.
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016
A SOILDERS THOUGHTS
I cannot sleep tonight
rarely can I sleep in the day
My grip is tight and my eyes alert
so you can have a safe place to lay;
There are eyes that watch my every move
eyes of fiery red
Hoping to catch me slip an inch
hoping to see me dead;
From door to door I knock real hard
hoping that they will let let me in
My life in constant danger
as I search for these ruthless men;
Everyone speaks the same
for it's I who's in a foreign land
The only difference between right and wrong
is when they raise up their evil hand;
I realize that I am not on vacation
as I stare deep into their mirror
I realize that I have a job to do
And that is to fight against this terror....
Copyright © Edward Hill | Year Posted 2010
My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful,
me not always with fervor,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They come into our country in deceit,
striking blows against the innocent.
They take lives that are not theirs to take.
We have gone to protect the faultless.
Now they come to murder the blameless.
Returning our goodness with vileness.
Allow Satan to punish their immorality.
When they are judged, let the verdict be guilty.
Let their punishment match the grief they have stirred.
Widow's black for all the curs.
I praise my God Yahweh,
for he is in my heart always.
Let us not seek retaliation,
but let my Lord be our retribution.
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Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2014
"Franklin, why do you want such a fat, ugly bird?
Are you getting senile, or just being absurd?"
"Clearly, Mr. Adams, you are not being a friend.
My dove, not the turkey, will win in the end.
Though Franklin's turkey may be our most native bird,
your eagle, as well, will not be the final word.
A sign of Peace is what we need,
to show other nations of what we heed."
"Are you nuts, Thomas, for saying such?
Only my turkey can represent what we need so much!"
"Have both of you gone so daft in the head,
not to see that my eagle should be the one instead?
It has power and majesty that our nation new,
can be ascribed to the birds advocated by you.
We want Peace, but must remember this war,
so how can we petition a dove to complete this chore?
As for the turkey, I know the pride it shows,
but I just can't get over that thing on its nose.
So my Eagle is the one without a ruse,
and the best bird for the Congress to choose.
It can show our intent for Peace with an olive branch,
is native as the turkey, with a prideful stance.
Freedom will come and be represented by
my Eagle's unlimited flight in the sky.
Ever watchful for both Peace and War,
and without the turkey's nasal sore."
"We both know, Thomas, that Adams is correct.
His bird is beyond the circumspect."
"Yes, Franklin, I have always known
that my dove and your turkey would not have flown."
"Then are we agreed, gentlemen, that we three as one,
my Eagle is the bird that has hatched and won?"
Just thinking about this conversation made me weak,
especially when I had to give it a tweak.
But the Eagle has represented us well,
both in Peace and War, as history will tell.
I have obviously voted with Adams on his choice,
It has given our country a singular voice.
It is strong, majestic, and watchful to be sure,
and stood the test of time with great enure.
One more thing I'll say about the symbol we branded,
What would we have thought if Armstrong had said, " The Turkey has landed"?
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
Our shadows hold many secrets,
If our walls could talk,
they'd choose silence.
Shades of promises broken
And shades theft and violence.
Heavy hands one day will tend
To the graves of fools,
Pray for them
Then blanket them,
With viverant noxious blooms.
Notorious names now
Censored by blood, tears
And among them one day
Sadly, will be the names of us.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
My Facebook friends,
They are those I describe as universal family.
For, some bring inspiration to what I write
As they motivate what I do daily,
The good ones are like the sugary sprite.
My Facebook friends,
Show concern to what’s on your mind status.
That’s due to their responsible commentary
It determines the vital point of focus,
Obviously, that becomes secondary.
My Facebook friends,
Mostly, live in their countries of the continent.
But, they’re often seen on the social media
Some don’t have enough but they’re content,
I guess, they do like to read as well the Wikipedia.
My Facebook friends,
Bring to bear, some life’s emotions.
In view of what I read on their page-wall
It may be due to some hurts and frustrations,
However, the religious ones make firm decision not to fall.
My Facebook friends,
Make options to block and remove.
Thus, those they later describe as predator
Above all, there are those to share love,
When it comes to the ones they closely monitor.
My Facebook friends,
Have what it takes when it comes to support.
Therefore, the essence of this global village
Some get involve and engage in terms of good report,
With gender equality and positive mindset we can manage.
Copyright © Ike Boat | Year Posted 2017
~The Red The White And The Blue~
(Free Flow Style)
Let's all stand by the red
The white and the blue,
There she stands in all her
And in all her colors so
She may be burnt and by some
People torn apart
But there she still stands
very, very proud,
In the houses, in the buildings
Always untouched in the wind
And in the hearts of the brave
The proud and the free,
She's much loved by me and
All of us
That believe in her cause and
So she will always stand in
Our hearts, no matter what,
In all her radiant colors of
Red, white and blue....
Flying higher and very proud
In all the hearts of the brave
And the free,
And all the Ones that we love
And defend Liberty.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016
This small island civilization,
its empire was the largest creation
with the widest trade connection.
There are mixed views of our colonization.
Many modern countries exist because of the British,
many justifiably say our actions were brutish.
Some have hate for us but at the same time cherish,
a widespread view of us creates an overembellish.
If the French had won the Battle of Waterloo
slavery of Afrikaans would have continued.
We went the distance with Hitler in World War Two,
we stood on our own, alone, Europe was consumed.
We stopped the slave trade and ended slavery,
we embraced the need for diversity,
we did what all were trying to do in history
so evil and good make up our legacy.
Some say that we ruined Indian culture
by installing our own counterculture,
but we actually created the structure
of the largest economy upon our departure.
We united over 1000 Indian languages
of divided tribes with age old grudges,
with centuries of war and ambushes,
our presence turned minorities into masses.
So Indian culture was our creation
along with over 50 nations,
who had operated in separation
with their own disruptive situations.
The Rule of Law and Justice For All,
the Political to the Football,
our revolutionary age of the Industrial.
our revolutionary wars were evolutional.
Building an empire was common
with brute force and invasion.
Installations of our operations
that shape current reputations.
Overlooking the others empires not so far and wide,
their mistreatment of locals and theft is put aside.
The fact there is evil in our past can't be denied
but all others were evil and all were most unkind.
The largest empire could have been French or Russian,
the Russians operate with cruel aggression,
the French Republic suggests a lack of compassion,
all empires and countries have had transgression.
Compare the places that Britain created
with nearby places that are situated.
Look at the economy of Gibraltar
it is better than Spanish cities by far.
The wealth and living standards of the Falklands compared with Argentina,
the powerhouse that is Hong Kong compared with China,
the collapse of independent India and success in Australia.
Our rebel relative the USA,
our ways were the foundation of their ways.
Created South Korea the third generation
all because of this island nation.
Outdoing all Europe and the rest,
creating the world we call the West,
time and again we have passed the test.
Of all the civilizations Great Britain is the best.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
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Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017
"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splendor, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart of the South."
My memories are endless.
Copyright © Edna Carroll | Year Posted 2015
America, I'm on the outside looking in
so a fresh perspective I can offer, shall I begin?
Firstly this is for each and every one of you,
there is no hierarchy, no person of more or less value.
You're all humans and you all survive,
gender and race aside you're all alive.
Whether gay or lesbian or even bi,
who like to give everything a try.
Whether you pray,
or don't, read what I say.
You're all Americans at this time
reading each word of my rhyme.
All people are created equal,
they say society is to blame.
They make out it's that simple,
why people don't stay the same.
So we see the continuous sequel
of white power, wealth and fame.
But society is shaped by people,
with unfair rules to the game.
People are the reason,
It's human treason,
not the leaders of the nation.
Lincoln freed the black slaves of America,
a white man who paid the price in the theatre.
JFK ended the segregation one day,
within a day he was made to pay.
"What can you do for your country?"
Each take your share of responsibility,
if you all share it evenly
then none are seen differently.
Now the equal people have been set up to become the greatest generation,
an opportunity to make history by creating the age of the "Great Integration".
A period of future history that tells of exceeding expectation,
when different races from different places created a united nation.
If divide is your only foresight
and nothing will ever make all unite.
Then can I bring 9/11 to mind,
on that day each and everyone of you walked with the same stride
together with nearly all of mankind.
United under the stars and stripes, you all stood on the same side.
You an American with American pride
saw your own kind attacked by those from the outside.
The American dream denied to the thousands who died.
As those towers came tumbling down each of you felt the hurt inside.
You comforted one another as tears fell from eyes.
Forget conspiracies, focus, your fellow Americans lost their lives.
On 9/11 there was no divide,
if you deny you lie.
Whatever you say
you can not stray
or get away
from the fact all united on that day.
History is a story
it is not your reality.
It teaches mistakes through events
that can be used now to prevent
a repeat of mistreatment
so no one is treated different.
So like on 9/11 that fateful day
every single one of you will feel the same way.
It is the responsibility of the people
to make society equal.
Nothing is more vital
if you are to unite all.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017
I wrote this poem back in 2004, as the U.S. could not find any weapon of mass destruction in Iraq.
The Oil The Call
The Oil The Thirst
Blood Runs First
Oil For Goal
The Oil The Gush
The Oil The Light
Blood Runs Bright
Oil For Us
The Oily Church Claims
In Juice we Trust
And Oil Is Our New Mantra
Bring Grief To Them
Iraq we'll Crush
And Oil Bless America
Rating to be advised
Coming soon at a gas station near you
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2017
My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands
One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away
I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day
Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when
This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red
Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind
I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P
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