To God..Through Jesus, by the Holy Spirit
Next to 'other Christians' so the world might;
Be healed.'
Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get
An old man once said:
Freedom isn’t free
As a child, I grew up,
never understanding those words.
As an adult, I learned,
the tree of freedom is watered with blood.
I thought we had paid enough.
But as trees wither without water,
so does freedom without its tribute.
As such I hoped,
we could pay with sweat and duty.
But once again-we choose red...
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr., USA (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved (May 25, 2025).
To thank,
To calculate,
To obey,
Unspoken rules,
Even if no one will see
Or appreciate it,
Is a duty of
A good citizen.
"If in being there is no duty, duty would be not being."
The God residing in the sky,
Looks at us with pity,
But then he is helpless,
Against our cruelty's tall and strong fortress.
I can see her in pain,
But her cries are all in vain,
The grief in her heart,
Has stuck herself to the pillar of grief.
The children who provided you the joy of being a parent,
Are thrown into orphanages due to lack of money,
The dog and the cat which took care of you,
Is shunned and thrown away after a certain age- by YOU!
The hen which gives you eggs and the cow-milk, also gets killed,
By none else but you,
And the food made out of them makes your stomach filled,
Yet they serve you and that is true.
The fruit providing and spring bringing flowers and trees are cut,
I wonder what gave you that gut?
Even the holy one has his eyes shut,
And after all this-one day our bodies also turn into mud.
We follow that which we do not know
is rationally plausible
or analytically
verifiably true
For the dutiful
dare we call it
implicit
ardent
faith
Medal Of Honor Day
March 25,2025
today is a day for heroes
a time to salute the bravest
the ones who went beyond the call
put life and limb on the line
for their comrades and country
let us give thanks
for those Army, Air Force, Navy, Marine
and Coast Guard veterans who
have earned the right to
wear
The Congressional Medal of Honor
DUTY - an oblige - obliterated by id & ignored
The one who cries without tears, without a sound—
That’s a father.
The one who wears the cracks of his children’s fate
Like bangles on his own wrist—
That’s a father.
New shoes enter the house,
But his soles are worn down to nothing—
That’s a father.
The one who dreams through others' eyes,
And carries those dreams in his heart—
That’s a father.
It’s true, a mother holds us for nine months in her womb,
But the one who carries us in his mind for nine months—
That’s a father.
A father is a protector,
A father is a meal on the table,
A father is the one who loses to his own children
Just to make them smile—
That’s a father.
A father does everything, but never says—
And when we finally understand his worth,
By then, he’s already gone far away...
march sunrays glitter
the snow recedes
and the faeries
stir from their long sleep
much to do
a kiss here
a kiss there
nature awakens
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The savings could social work buy
Yet Defund Police we won't try
That plan seemed too rash
But Trump’s agent Kash
Would trash and defund FBI
A Believers Duty
Miracle Man
10/21/2024
From the words of Jesus we dare not budge,
though our feet are slipping on we trudge.
Many time’s we listen, not lending an ear,
we ignore his solutions while living in fear.
How do we explain the message we’re sending,
If we read God’s word and appear condescending.
Our failure to witness comes at extreme cost,
when we fail in our duty a soul may die lost.
Speak the word
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