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Premium Member The White Cliffs of Dover

Vera Lynn's, "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Keeps streaming through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over!
'Tis a poignant reminder of sad and cheerless days during World War Two,
Yet, the Cliffs themselves were a beacon of hope when things were looking blue.

What a beautiful sight for weary bomber crews returning from flak-filled skies!
Seeing those venerable Cliffs, thanking God for their safe return with joyous cries!
Brave young men would live another day to carry on the battle with wings of flight;
On the 'morrow some to live, some to die to rid the world of tyranny's blight!

Royal Air Force pilots clashed in battle o'er the Cliffs - so very few, the very brave,
Defending Britain's shores as enemy planes flew from France in wave after wave!
Alas, many forfeited their lives on The Altar of Honor defending precious liberty.
They placed national destiny above their own that their countrymen might live free.

On a clear day the Cliffs could be seen gleaming from across the Dover Straits.
'Twas surely a beacon of hope for those across the sea facing uncertain fates.
They placed their hope in God praying that their comrades from across the way,
Would come to carry the Torch of Freedom to their shores one glorious day!

The magnificent South Foreland Lighthouse above the Cliffs today stands tall,
And brave men lie in hallowed graves awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call.
And Vera Lynn's "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Yet streams through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over and over!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Until Then

Until Then
   
Dawn has arrived and I hardly knew it.
Sitting and writing, I thought right through it.
Feelings about God and the need for peace,
Obsessed my soul, brought hope; pure love released.

I wish that I could wave a magic wand.
And bring to all mankind a loving bond.
Causing the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed will be displaced.

Alas, my heart takes flight away from fate.
And binds itself to peacefulness this date.
To fantasies of kingdoms far away
Where leaders feel my thoughts and start to pray.

I dream the most miraculous of all.
Begins when they upon their knees do fall.
Then, pray to deity that rules their soul. 
And find that God by many names is called.

Then soon, love sparkles-- works its magic lull.
Evil thoughts and hatred vanish, null.
Peace and adoration upon men fall.
Oh, gift from God in heaven to us all. 

Peace upon the earth sings, knowing at last.
That only by forgiving evils past--
And putting down war arms by trusting God.
Righteous love can procure the earth we trod.

But, only man, with God can win this race.
When death by wars does retribution face.
And cause the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed have been displaced.

Around the world when evil has been ceased.
The earth will live a thousand years of peace.
Until then, sadness will greet each new dawn.
And soldiers who survive will be war’s pawn….

© Dane Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09

"missing In Action" They Claim You To Be

"Missing in Action" they claim you to be
As you fight the war for us to be free. 
We have sensed your presence, felt your pain
That you have suffered for our country's name.



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We feel you are out there, still alive;
Some of you still alive. 
Only God will ever know the tears
You have cried.




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You are somebody's father, some mother's son
That's left with just memories And feelings that are numb 
Heaven's gates will be open for you
For all the torture you had to go through.




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God rewards His angels with blessings on high
And you're in that number, and you know why.
Our eyes are now dry from shedding of tears 
But you can't dry the memories, they last through the years.




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You are our hero now gone with the past. 
You left us our freedom, it's ours at last.
No matter the cost, whatever we do
A torch will always burn for you.




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Because of you there's hope for tomorrow 
Because of you the sun will shine.
Because of your life there's hope for the future 
And there will be PEACE for all mankind.




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© November 1, 2001
Written by Ann Hart 


IN MEMORY OF THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO NEVER CAME HOME FROM WAR,,,
TO GOD BE THE GLORY
© Ann Hart  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member A Picture of War

I fought in a war a few many years ago they called it Vietnam but I called it hell. My unit 
and I were in battle it was starting to get dark and somehow the unit got separated. I 
keep walking through the jungle to find them. But out of nowhere I herd gun fire I know 
rite then I had just been ambushed I took more bullets then I could count. I know it has 
been year’s sense that night but it feels like it happened yesterday. When my unit 
found me they thought I was dead but somehow I had hung on. I had lost so much 
blood it was not a pretty sight they all thought I was going to die for sure. The pain 
was so unbearable I just wanted to die. I still hung on I am not quite sure why I really 
thought I was going to die. But God had his hands on me if it would not have been for 
the miracle God gave me I would not be telling you this story. I thank God everyday for 
saving my life that night. Because getting shot by fifteen bullets is quite a fright I should 
have died that night. But God had something better for me in his plan. After the war 
they gave me a purple heart but I must have had a heart of steal to make it through. 
My unit gave me a nickname which I carry with me now still today. They call me the 
silver bullet the brave soldier who lived.

The Eternal War

The vile speaks

"You think you can defeat me?
I shall never be destroyed
If you send warriors
I shall rend them limb from limb
If you send wizards
I shall reflect their magics unto them
And watch as they writhe in the torment you meant for me
Neither your priests nor their prayers can prevail
Your god has no power over me

I am every lie
I am every vengeful thought
I am the temptation you cannot resist
You are doomed by your own humanity
And will forever be my slaves"



Humanity’s response

"We are free already
Saved by the very humanity you condemn
Our god provides more than you could ever offer
Seeking only justice we need no lies to reveal your evil

You may strike down the faithful
But to no avail, for they are already saved
Each wizard shall be reborn eternally throughout this age of war
Each warrior you destroy shall return amongst the angelic host
To oppose you more strongly from the next life than ever they could in this
Each act of destruction only serves to make us stronger
You will never win"

Please Break the Addictions

Please Break The Addictions
(Eleventh Power)

I'm crying out Lord please break these addictions
They are certainly tearing my heart apart
They're taking children out of jurisdictions
Oh how this agony pull at my poor heart
It causes them to break all of their restrictions
The choices that they're making are not even smart
I'm crying Oh God can these strongholds be broken
So much discussion is being spoken
Oh God I need you to hear my earnest plea
For I see the enemy attacking me
These here addictions certainly need to flee



*(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty
through God to the pulling down of strongholds..II Corinthians 10:4


Forth of July

Laughter floating on the warm summer breeze.
Hotdogs and hamburgers sizzling on the grill.
Families and friends gather all at their ease.
A nation is born out of sheer will.
Perceived in liberty and in God they trust. 
The struggle for freedom was more than a fight.
It was people standing up for what was just.
Under God they stood and fought in His light.
For all the right reasons this nation now stands.
We celebrate it all with fireworks in the sky.
Flying the flag proudly hoping the world understands
that freedom still rings on the Forth of July.

Devil's Emprisonment

Smearing live cells, with those of the dead
As fires rage higher within,
Hold up a hand to cover your eyes
Lest your soul be scarred by sin.

We shovel the dead, two at a time
To their first installment of hell,
As flames tear hungrily through their body
Their charred souls are left to dwell.

You can hear them screeching as doors close
Engulfing their corpses in flames,
Clawing for the chance of salvation
These iron walls echo their pain.

When all is done, I stand for a while
Fearing to touch hundreds of lives,
They echo to me remorseful despair
For soldiers who fed them lies.

My mind gone blank, I see no more
Whilst dark ashes bleed in the room,
Out of this portal their ruins do rush
To warn the blind of their doom.

I breathe it in, a cloud of cinders
They scramble to get in my lungs,
For I am the slayer of my own
Let the devils scrape out my tongue.

Time only waits so long, my friend
His razor claws beckons round the bend
I now know too much, the demons shall send
And this incarceration is too my end.


*This was a poem created by a promt word CREMATORIUM, and as I tend to write in darkness,
I chose to write about perhaps the biggest known crematorium, used to burn millions in
Nazi camps. Now my knowledge is not completely sound, but I recall from my history lessons
that the final cruelty towards their victims [Jewish in particular] was to burn their
bodies. This meant no Jewish prisoner could be reunited with God in their community nor
their loved one's eyes, as they believe a body is needed for God to find and welcome them.
The Nazi's used prisoners to help "sweep up" the remains, until the prisoners began to see
too much and they then killed them as well, although obviously evidence was leaked out and
this is why we know today. This poem is written in the POV of a prisoner, i know it is
extremely unlikely they were made to actually burn the bodies, but it fitted better. Sorry
if I offend anyone with this and thank you for reading.*
© Holly King  Create an image from this poem.

The Supreme Deity

I am Zeus the supreme deity
of the Greeks and Romans, who show their loyalty;
and they honor me and worship me
in glorious temples built expecially for me...
and they abound from Asia to Sicily! 


Nobody can suppress the chant of the Muses...
that I am the only God of the sky,
and thunder and lightning I fling with fierceness
to those defying me with an envious eye;
victory was mine when I fought the mighty Titans! 


In Greece and Italy, you find
sculptures and slaters with my ram-horned
and aurel-wreathed head;
my worshippers see in me a god and friend, 
and they invoke me with an honorific sound!


I am Zeus the supreme deity,
and I ride my golden chariot pulled by four horses
that gladly and speedly obey me;
and through forests and grasslands they take me
to Mount Olympus to oversee my entire universe!

Ice Burge

Ice Burge And The Warning

What is life
memories fade away
like youth and the things of the day
talent, skills, and lessons learned
the heat of a flame that burns
poetic passions
and thoughts discerned
time and days to live and learn
who and what to serve
the Jews serve God by remembering his days
yet I fear very few 
are familiar with his ways
and don't you think it's kind of funny
look at how much they love their money
those who expect extras for free
when your already working for them
cheap cheap cheap 
will never leave you a tip
but they'll push or guilt you for a discount
even if your already pissed
those who learn to serve Mammon
sail upon deep and dangerous waters
in their mighty yet sinking ships

It is a warning
for I fear that another Hitler will rise
or worse
the anti-Christ
the son of God was a Jew
and don't you ever wonder
who and what are you
can you see the world through eyes like these
the Sabbath a sign between God and his own
yet the world rests with the beast
and he just might sink his teeth into you
on his next holy day feast

it is a warning
a warning to the children of God
and to the world
and to all of those who become filled with greed
you cannot love God and Mammon
God's true children are humble and meek
you cannot be his child
with out a heart full of love and charity

possession oppression possession oppression
war a demonic feast
and the world will surely destroy herself
I just pray she does not destroy you or me
I offend all for all offend God
who lives without sin
every woman and every man
needs to earnestly repent
and can you see what time it is
the monster sits upon his high mountain
and the world worships him
growing in power and saying, "I am Christian"
all the while teaching the world to sin
and who on this earth is your faithful friend
may the word of the Lord haunt you
until the bitter end
© Mark Beal  Create an image from this poem.

To My Fallen Soldiers

To my brothers and sisters in arms, who laid down there life to protect my family from harm!
To my fallen soldiers who had no choice but cross that line, you may be gone but your
spirit will never be left behind!
To my fallen soldiers family that's waiting for them to come back home, God has called
them to heaven, but He said He would never leave you alone!
To my fallen solders that had to leave this earth, your bodies may be placed under neigh
the dirt but your love we will cherish for what it is worth!
To my fallen soldiers that have been taking out of light, God said you are now His grading
angels so please protect us with all of your might.
To my fallen soldiers who laid down their life for the red white and blue, God gave His
only Son, so there isn't anything that He won't see you through!
Amen and Amen
By: Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III

Of Gods and Soldiers

A walk so brazen
A walk so bold
A walk so true
A walk so broken
A walk so cold
A walk with you

Godless heathens who pray to the heavens
For parlay, forgiveness, recourse
Prayers
To see parties, happiness and of course
Families and children whose moments they will treasure forever 
If a part of them must be lost to the devil's players
Then never will time never be spent ever
With the ones they hold close, and together
With the loved ones they treasure

Violence of action is cruelty
Violence of words is freedom
But in my opinion truely,
The two are for the most part even
Treason is treason with pen, voice or sword
For a God or plant, animal or man
For all men, the gods have a plan
For all men, godly laws are sworn

A soldier's life in battle
Is a sacrifice in honor
Not of country nor government
Not of a mother or a daughter
A sacrifice in honor 
Of a great and sacred covenant
Bonds between men and gods
Are evident, relevant

Though the truth may be hidden in smoke and mirror
Or Cloak and dagger
Or behind Shield and spear
Courage and fear
Will connect gods with men forever
The courage to do what in your heart is right
To sacrifice your very life
To give your spirit to a god
Who you may not believe in
If such a god exists, he believes in you
In this I am believing
Of this, I know is true
© Cody Leigh  Create an image from this poem.

Where From Here

Where from Here

How would we find light by embracing the dark
All the hate and fear men seem to embark

We know this in our hearts but still raise our sword
Gods given a peaceful loving world that we should always move toward

The world we create is from a sick and broken mind
If our egos don’t soften it will be the end of mankind

Eons of hate passed down through the ages
Taught to our children given rise to unknown rages

If we look to God we can break the bonds of this fear
And finally live as one and joyfully see clear

For life is meant to work and this is Gods plan
For there has been love in our hearts since all life began

It’s not letting God in but it’s letting Him out
For he is part of us all and you can’t live in doubt

The pulse of the universe lives in every beating heart
This loving creation that we all are apart

So lets put all else aside and make peace our dream
And rise up to faith and become one with the unseen

Copyright 2011                          4/1/2011

It's Time To Come Home

I dreamt last night you were coming home, feeling extremely excited for I am tired of 
always being alone. I couldn't wait what a great surprise for I hoped it would not be 
too late. It's been a long time since I saw you last do you remember when? I 
watched you walk away with the hope I would one day see you again. I couldn't 
believe you were going overseas to fight a war with the unknown to a place of 
uncertainty where nothing but hurt and sadness is sown. As I would daily worry 
about hearing news you might be gone, I prayed God would somehow keep you 
strong. Oh I am so happy you are finally coming home, hopefully to stay. I don't 
want to live another minute with the distance that keeps us away. Oh God please 
don't tell me I've awoken and this is nothing but a dream, but I guess the reality is 
my son is in the war waging his life sitting front line on his team. Why, oh why did 
this have to be a dream?

One Soldiers View

Keening mothers holding children charred

Black or sometimes white

depending on the nature of

or the time spent in the flame

I suppose we're each and every one to blame

Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright

These days I look forward to the night

bless the fading light

when it's easier not to see

and much more comfortable for me

In the daylight I have learned to turn my back

to the ululating ladies dressed in black

Who scream their grief and prayers  for vengeance

to an unseen entity

A God with whom I choose to disagree

Can this cancer known as man

ever learn how not to kill 

will we ever drink our fill

of all the baby blood we spill

For now Our predatory passion won't be still

whether good or evil both

we watch the children burn

And as far as the babies are concerned

If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?

There's at least a million who are more than glad to die

Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high

their reward a paradise of sensual delights

Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.

Here we are east and west

Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother

Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other

We provoke our God to shame

when we feed the very flame that we should smother.

I guess one bad turn deserves another.

I just heard both of our Gods cry

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