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The castle didn't stand because their household
stood because of him.
The castle didn't stand because he called them
"my family", instead of "my subjects".
The castle stood because he cared about what
they said, felt or thought.
Generations after the King was gone,
the patriotic citizens still protect the castle.
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I hear the sound of gun shot
and music.
Patriotic music
Doom and gloom music
It's Memorial Day
My husband is glued
to the TV watching
because his father was
blown off three ships
More gloom and Doom music
The dog and I are curled up,
in the recliner,
trying to not listen to
the gunshots.
or the gloom and doom music.
It filters in anyway
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I do not know?
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As I sit in this dark silence,I remember the landscapes of the sky that were once veiled by a song of gratefulness, I used to dream of journeying with the moon and sailing in a field of sunflowers,
But I'm now floating in debris of slain voices, My eyes carry burdens of broken visions,death hangs on heavens wishes that use to be christened prayers
From this deep audacity a routine has taken form.
Openhandness has been cut from the very body that freedom recruited,
Patriotic traitors struggle with inferiority,
What equal boundaries permit bloodshed to replace peace instead of compassion ?
Is there justice for all ?
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The ones who survived their wars put on their uniforms to march
We gather at the bandstand under the Memorial Day arch
The fallen somehow know, and are there in spirit force
One leads us in patriotic songs, there is one lone white horse.
We are reverent and polite as we listen to the stories of old.
Shared with us by men who were brave, daring and bold.
They once told us stories about Europe and World War Two.
But those men are gone now, so Viet Nam and Gulf War will do.
We applaud and tell them “thank you for serving” the best that we can.
Memorial Day is the time to bring out lemonade a carnival man.
Picnics and laughter. We enjoy sweet May in the warm, nurturing sun.
Do we remember that many brave men and women will never again have this kind of fun?
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We the proud Indians,
belong to different religions;
We are from different regions;
We speak diverse languages;
We follow various traditions since ages;
We perform rituals varied;
Still we stand United
Because, Diversity is our strength
We fight over languages,
We fight for our territory,
Our ideologies and beliefs vary,
We argue, we shout, we fight;
But when it comes to our country
We always stand United
Because, deep inside
We know Diversity is our strength
When our traditions clash,
Our patriotic emotions flash;
Because we believe, Diversity is our strength,
That spreads our fame across length and breadth
No matter who we are;
No matter where we are;
A single word Unites Us
'INDIA' - It's not a name but an emotion
Wish you all a very HaPpY REPUBLIC Day...
Jan -26-2023
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I remember Memorial Days from long, long ago
In the mountains, there was still a chance of snow,
But we took our flowers to the old cemetery
Where we honored the dead, lauded our military,
It was the time of the year for families to gather
Kinfolk came from far and near despite the weather,
Generally, high school bands played patriotic songs
And picnic baskets were a buffet for the throngs,
I remember playing games amid the old tombstones
While drinking sodas and munching on sweet scones,
It was the beginning of summer, school was over
We searched through the grass for a four-leaf clover,
We left the cemetery awash in beautiful flowers
The monuments all shining like marble towers.
When the long day was over, we felt mighty good
All tuckered out, but bellies were filled with food.
Written May 29, 2022
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In Memory of the soldiers brought home
on 2 June 2016
They Came Home Today
by Robert (Bob) Moore
They are finally coming home today
those, who were left behind
to a different country,
and to a different time
the one they left was patriotic,
Aussie and True Blue
but now, you could be in strife
if the Aussie Flag you flew
They gave their lives, while fighting for,
a dream we’ve long forgot
and in a far and distant land
a lonely grave their lot
But now these warriors have returned
to their own pleasant land
just hope that we remember
the reason they took their stand
So you and I could live with freedom
and have peace in our lives each day
a country well worth dying for
in a land so far away
And if they could but look around
I wonder what they’d see
is this why they fought and died
and the future they thought would be
Lest We Forget
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In 1989 I rode the duty train with covered windows across the East German countryside, forewarned not to look outside. I arrived in that island of freedom, which was surrounded by oppression, tyranny, and more tank divisions than NATO had in all their armies combined. Kids were hammering pieces off the Wall and giving them to tourists; I pocketed a few a boy gave me. Passing through Checkpoint Charlie, I saw my first live Russian soldiers, guarding their monuments from what they referred to as the Great Patriotic War. Their goosestep style of marching was slower than the Nazis from forty-five years before, but just as menacing in its precision--perhaps even more so, with that arrogant hesitation when their boots reached the highest point. Before seeing East Berlin, communism and socialism were just words with an uneasy threat implied....but afterwards
The Wall had come down,
But the Russians were still there.
Lost in history.
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A freedom is an epic.
Indian’s freedom is a splendid superior spectacle.
The common idea of million minds
And the common battle for billion hearts.
More than trillion cones turned to craft few patriotic arts.
The voice of millions of hearts
and the general target of billions of long darts,
Is to sizzle, stride and strike on British rule.
The Indian soldiers are much more than the most as massive
To collapse the fire fences and even set to die hard as leopard and be impressive.
Freedom fighters and soldiers work pronounces worth and delights
And their prodigy proves they are stubborn from dooms day till twilight.
The freedom they gained for us is a conflicting combustion.
Freedom is a noble construction.
Freedom is a hearty creation
Freedom is a worthy cognition.
Mahatma's values on peace and Nehru’s principles
made India Globalized, Modernized and Civilised.
Freedom is what we all should be proud of and lend our hand for nations progress.
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WISHES FOR THE BLOOD
She wishes of becoming a patriotic leader;
She wishes of making the world a better place;
She wishes of speaking justice for all;
She wishes of stretching hands to the orphans and others;
O! Suddenly, you destroyed her wishes with blood and misery.
Don't you think she can be your sister?
Don't you think she can be your mother?
Through her, all nations were named,
As through Adam, all animals have distinction.
See how you infringed on her right,
And turned her wishes for the blood.
See how you modest her integrity and leave her in mess;
Don't you know your appetite is another child failure!
You gushed her in pains,
Pulled pillow to her mouth and stole her virginity;
Knowing you can bear her,
You fool her with a teddy bear.
Woe to your reaction!
Your casket shall be a prison,
As chains shall seize your spirit forever.
Girls are the next future leaders';
Say no to rape and don't encourage!
If you observed such, please report to the nearest Police station.
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Sunshine rose earlier today, season of warmer weather
Rain and sun tempo touching soil and earth,
Vernal equinox weeks ago bring time of growth and renewal
Spring alive plants, flowers, trees, and live birth.
Life breathing into lungs and soul March, April, and May
Plants revive and people do too, Saint Patrick’s Day green
Shamrock pretty clover, tender and fair, a better indication
Groundhog Day may be getting it right as Punxsutawney Phil no shadow seen.
Laughter for fun in popular legend brings a bit of spice in life
Springtime bright yellow, red, orange, blue, and violet,
Enjoying spring showers on porch sipping pink lemonade
Early planting and harvesting spring crops, grateful to pile it.
Easter arrives in a beam of morning light
Christians rejoice everywhere deep gratitude,
Touching human souls tears stream down cheeks
Love gives peace, and we live the golden rule in attitude.
New life pauses for Memorial Day
Members of the Armed Forces killed in war,
Never to be forgotten, freedom and life they granted
Infusing patriotic loyalty, and patriotism roar forever more.
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The Upper Valley Community Band gathered in Norwich, VT to play,
For the annual Memorial Day Parade to commemorate the day.
Band members piled on the truck and wagon in anticipation,
Readying stands and music with enthusiastic exhilaration.
I crowded in with my flute and stand,
Eager to get the parade going with the community band.
We played patriotic songs as we rolled down the street.
Our little band seemed to make the Memorial Day Parade complete.
Winding our way through town, we were quite the sight,
As we performed national songs to the crowd’s delight.
Some people just listened, and some sang along.
For Memorial Day, this is where we all belonged.
We stopped at the cemetery, and the crowd was quiet,
As a band member played “Taps” to reverent silence.
Afterwards, I brought my flute up to my lips to play,
But the tears flooding my eyes got in the way.
We remember the fallen soldiers in this country on Memorial Day.
Think of the ones that paid the ultimate sacrifice as you pray.
We honor the men and women that have died for this great nation,
And take this day to remember their lives in celebration.
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Earth's health
is robust eco-democratic wealth,
I said
repeatedly
to the growing,
maturing Democracy Works advocate.
The occupying Advocate responds,
Resonant democratic resilience
is an economic
and political climate
of healthiest wealth,
like Mom
and her ApplePie economy
and vanilla chocolate brown Cake
not yet eaten
into total
lifeless
oblivion.
I stop repeating myself,
to listen better,
more democratically
investing smarter.
I'm still eco-politically listening
with growing hope
for 20/20 sensing,
noticing green new deal inclusive celebrations,
planning together,
budgeting cooperative
GoFundMe political parties,
multicultural liturgies,
songs with ego/eco-motions,
cooperative Fullerian Zeroistic ownership,
integral bicameral ego/eco-political co-investment
In warm
co-passionate
non-violent listening
speaking
acting
playing for and with win/win
globally patriotic
positive energy
democracy intention,
Earth's robust compassionate opportunities
To recall internal/external healthy
green and blue and red climates
of/for
resilient democratic wealth
In global cultures
out local climates
and not not in-between
non-violent
co-passioned mediations.
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I intended to say
when I was young
each day felt too slowly incremental
toward my generation's time in Earth's wiser sun,
But my ancient extended hand
keeps writing "exponential"
while incremental
paradox climates of Boomer
boring catastrophic dominance
over shadows summer's equinox of burning
toxic sun.
I pretend to hope and think
I
and my generation
and my local community
could,
and even should,
invite Earth's incremental exception,
a golden holiday
within sad degenerative climate history.
But my ancient retreading feet
keep reaching for an internal climate of acceptance
where no exception
could ever think or feel
interdependently left against right
relation.
Incremental eco-unlogical exceptions
to sacred business as everyday win/win left usual
in maturing might is more right
for youth's wealthy individuation,
Where exponential future acceptance
invites positive climate deviance
in right's past transgenerative roots,
meditative communal branches,
healthy flowering fluent seeds
of communication
Slowly emerging
through incremental wealth exceptions
to disempowering climates
introducing global experiential eco-village acceptance
for Earth's most patriotic health empowerment.
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Longing for the answers.. it's a mystery
Why would you leave and let me go
It's hard enough without a you and me
But it's killing me inside not to know
Every moment is a prison without end
When the verdict was rendered I wasn't there
Shackled to the memories of how good it'd been
Living in this limbo leads to despair
Was it something I said or did
Is there another love in your heart
How did we get to this place
Where you'd decide to rip it all apart
Every moment is a prison without end
When the verdict was rendered I wasn't there
Shackled to the memories of how good it'd been
Living in this limbo leads to despair
You were my lover, you were my best friend
I close my eyes you're still everywhere
Are we forever over or can we be again
Girl, living in this limbo leads to despair
You wanted freedom
An Independence Day
Left me in this prison
Nothing more to say
Forever locked away
Forever locked away
Forever locked away
Longing for the answers.. it's a mystery
Why would you leave and let me go
It's hard enough without a you and me
But it's killing me inside not to know
Every moment is a prison without end
When the verdict was rendered I wasn't there
Shackled to the memories of how good it'd been
Living in this limbo leads to despair
You were my lover, you were my best friend
I close my eyes you're still everywhere
Are we forever over or can we be again
Girl, living in this limbo leads to despair
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to play off of today being Independence Day, but write something unexpected. A break up song as opposed to something patriotic or political.
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I fear
my dear
I know nothing of deep states
for red revolutionary thunder
but deep digital information systems,
statically atomic
as seen transcendently outside
perceiving choices,
Earth-patriotic
NonZero Souled voices
are either All
or Nothing leftbrain messages,
monopolizing all claims
to reasonable
and seasonable
Health and Safety InFormation
While AnaLogical
1/0 numerological
biological
ecological
multilogical
polycultural outside/inside
organic ecosystemic integrity
Plasticity
creolization
transubstantiation of polyphonic in/ex-flowation,
processive
progressive bilateral waves
in and out toward fractal
and octaved bicameral reiterative circling
cycling sensory-neurological
Recycling
spiral daytime seasons of
nighttime revolutions,
living outside time
between dying inside nighttime,
egotime
in ecosystemic YangOutside Space/Yinside poly-theological Time
Win/Win regenerative
Positive/Negative ego/eco-reflections
on public health and safety optimization
Inhaling/Exhaled
synaptic climax/aptic outflowation
complexly metaphorical
ecological/theological polypathically binomials
emerging dipolar co-arising
Both/And bilateral not-not curiously heuristic messages
of BiCamerally CoPassionate In/ExCarnation
Back through pre-historic
EarthTribal
DNA-regenerative
Win/Win neurological ReMEME EarthTribe herstory
of cooperative left hemisphere empowerment
and green feminist older-integral
indigenously eco/theo-felt
right hemisphere 1/0 binary boundary-balancing enlightenment.
My left hemisphere mind speaks
in atomic-digital Truth analogies
what my right hemisphere body feels
in wave-spiraling
flowing Beauty metaphor.
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End of May has come again
Thinking about pushing the button to send
Containing a message stating destruction
But we know how to rebuild with construction
Before summer’s relaxing heat
Let US ponder who we beat
They nicknamed US super powers
Not adolescent immature cowards
As they plant poppy seed flowers
Watching US develop sky scraper towers
Haunting military ghosts lurk around
In a patriotic town
Advising invisible thoughts
To fellow living comrades who also fought
Names on the wall are inscribed
Remembering soldiers who lost when they tried
Belongings sent back home
After dying alone
Service to their homeland was the rhetoric tone
A triangle flag seems to be the tribute
Responding to action following the order to shoot
Strategized in a room filled with uniforms and business suits
There are sounds from a flute
Hearing it the power players clap saying “that is cute”
A symbolic artistic way
Reminding them that there are other ways
To handle the method of making them pay
Mismanagement is never spoken as an issue
Despite families mourn using tissues
Horns play taps
For those who fell into deadly traps
As for the professional white collar
Focused on the bottom line and dollar
Reports headline Memorial Day 2020
Maturing adults depositing trust in God written on their money
Trading currency makes cents
Especially when weighing the Pounds with the Pences
Standing tall proclaiming no tears here
Spending time talking and spreading cheer
Can be the way to take this break
To honor what is at stake
Due to those who have the need to be a fake
While others go to another wake
Storming the beaches in June
Resting in peace inside bunkers and dunes
Is very rude
Unless you want a suntan and swim in an ocean to stay cool
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WORLD WAR 1 ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER
(AMERICAN VERSION)
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Patriotic songs give us reason to cheer
Except when “over there” is over here
Living underground is no place to cherish
Cause in this place , you could easily perish
You huddle in the trenches each day at dawn
Then over the top at the sound of the horn
The chatter of machine gun fire spills cross the plain
Your companions are dropping screaming with pain
You move rapidly as your pulse races
Only a fool would cross open spaces
After the charge there are agonizing cries
From wounded men slowly losing their lives
Unarmed medics venture into the strife
Feeling for pulses searching for life
Commanders gave orders for this type of fray
We need to get back what we lost yesterday
And so it goes swapping land for men’s lives
With this kind of lunacy no one survives
Neither side will consider the others petition
They’d rather continue this senseless attrition
Riddled with bullets then dumped in a trench
No time to collect name tags too odorous the stench
This young life extinguished ahead of its time
His uniform tarnished and covered with lime
A senseless deployment of each nations best
The reward for their bravery is eternal rest
Later that day when they call the roll
Few will be there maybe no one at all
Back home they’ll read his name in the square
Some will be crying in utter despair
Wwi (2) amer. Ver.
The government boasts of daily achievement
But in many a home there is only bereavement
Gallantry and sacrifice was well worth the price
Cause on November eleventh all will be nice
An equitable armistice will truly insure
That no further carnage the world must endure
Mission accomplished medals galore
Cause we fought the war “to end all war
The generals all flush with their new found fame
Were eating their truffles and drinking champagne
The lonely soldier still in one piece (so it seems)
Trudged through the mud seeking relief
The war was over a time to rejoice
Yet in his soul an unanswered voice
The pain and the fright he had to sustain
The horrors of war were sure to remain
Then on that day when his life closes
Put a flag on his coffin and scatter some roses
They’ll praise his service to the land of the free
Award him a medal granted posthumously
Death and destruction will happen no more
Cause he fought the war “ to end all war”
apsumo de vita
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What is your earliest memory
of sacred birdsong voices?
How is this memory
the same and different than
your internal intimate Sacred EarthMother's Song?
Of sacred gospel and secular gossip
differentiating WinWin GoodNews
from WinLose we could go either way
more discerning and hesitant strains,
and LoseLose siren screeches,
slaps,
rapes,
domestic tensions,
secular depressions
diminishing keys of synaptic revolutionary anthems
against all WinWin possible sacred resolutions.
Gospel prayers to restore well-sung justice
over LeftBrain Yang v. Yin
punishing suppression
polyphonic of sustained successful YangEgo Voices
without YinCoOperative EcoHarmonic
healthy-wealth birdsong harmonic memories
External WinWin dissonantly seeded voices
of internal LoseLose spirits matriarchal--
YangLeft cawing and nest-stealing
against inside Yin SacredVoices for Integrity
internally harmonic
Ego YangBird pathological
through ecotherapeutic nested health-wealth climates
notnot pathological within
as yin-squared light
without within
Without raising your hand
to ask
if I can ask
your family and neighbors
an unraised hand question
about my birdsong memories.
Especially when RightBrain repressed
and matriotically suppressed
love of green sacred patriotic ecology,
and depressed LeftBrain toxic WinLose,
Either Right divine light
or LeftistWrong adolescent
WinLose speaking and listening
only in inside self-nuclear family
WinLose EitherOr fundamentalistic voices,
not recalling outside WinWin sacred birdsong
boundary experiences
or even dramatically unable to insert comparisons
within birdsong restorative remini-senses.
Now and then,
or even each religious morning and each enculturing evening,
we might healthier cooperative remember
integrating gospel songs with outdoor birdflight WinWin anthems
best sung by strange birds
in the loser back cages
of our ecoschool classrooms,
still bicamerally trying to fit WinWin birdsong in
as anti-LoseLose
ego/eco restoring polyphonic justice
Singing inside grace
green-gospel integrity
of sacred matriarchal birdsong wombs
in and outside school-based cages.
Remembering our WinWin past flight freedoms
reweaving our WinLose co-present
not really deep learning predicament
resiliently absorbing our LoseLose pathological futures
without remembering to water
our WinWin DNA with RNA past forest flight memories,
sacred paradise
born of reforesting MotherTree
Root WinEgo/WinEco natureYang with spiritYin
WinWin
restoration of birdsong's healing justice
Ego co-arising
eco co-gravitating,
breathing in left-silent birdsong
and out birdflight right again.
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9/11... In MEMORIAM.
The thousands of valuable people in an instant we lost!
Twas a most painful, national cost.
Our country won't be that loved again,
It's turned into a painful joke, in fact,almost, a sin.
We once loved one another beyond nationality, political
party, religion, vaccination status or color.
We all pulled together, wept,loved and enjoyed,each
other, as if we were valued brothers.
In fact, 9/11 became an international community:they set up
flowers and candles.
We knew our enemy and went to to exact a price, for at that
time, we had American souls with patriotic handles.
But, those who liked these murderers , called us all....
"xenophobes,"so wrongly we wers named!
Jesus and the God of the Jews, brazenly replaced by others,
from the Sharia family,came.
Sadly, if you did not love killers, our leaders, you were put to
shame!
I need not say the names of the so-called leaders,
who used this to get votes.
They fed upon us, as if "we" were the ones, who were
Unpatriotic jerks.
Many now in the halls of Congress, snicely freckle.
Taking away each freedom we have, one by one, by heck.
Their goal, is to separate our country, tobe lawless, to kill
one another, police and any ...by bullet or neck.
Most leaders in Congress and executive branches, only want
total power.
Shameless creatures,so vainly proud and tall? all.
Statues of great Americans they cheer on, as they are
removed and fall.
Women, men and children beaten and beheaded even now?
Then after twenty years of American lives lost and our
allies protection we left them one and all?
In Congress, and in all your lands, too.
Christian churches are spat upon, closed, Jews are again eaten on the streets, you look in the other direction
?America, oh, America-has plane-fulls of enemies flown
here with no identification.
We did leave the Americans and Interpreters,behind!( PSAKI LIES)
Individual Americans are going back, risking their lives!
Only the "King of Vaccination-hood" will claim it's his prize?
The years to come will be far worse.
9/11 was for this country, this once free country, the curse of
all curses..
I am not a fool! Few, if any here will comment or agree with me.
Just know, both we and our children are no longer free.
We have created a daily 9/11!
Only this time,there is zero courage and the enemy (in American dress) destroying America to get even?
It makes no sense!
Children in public schools are being taught, that 9/11 was nothing, just the
same as a car accident.
And the people who flew them into
the Twin Towers were cool and killing
thousands is a way to vent.
A more than sad 9/11 this truly is!
Especially for the upcoming children who
will be told this was a passing event.
Pretty as a prism with adult-poets in dream
land.
Hiding their hearts and heads in poetic flags
sands but will not put a patriotic quill in their
hands!
And Conservative poets, what are you doing today?
Writing limericks to get attention?
I know who you are, knock off the hiding!
Come out of your dark closets and come out with
outrage and Hope and love, a-smiling.
9/11/202l
“LET’S ROLL “
The late, Todd Bingham
9/11/2021
3AM
Stand up and honor America
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