Underdogs are today’s true heroes
defeating impossible odds they surpass wild expectations
~ proof dreams do come true
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I tell the same old stories
She still laughs at them
They have been polished
Somewhat embellished
Yet are true at their core
For memory entwines in truth
Capturing moments in a moment
Raises the curtain on a vision
Shared, relived, in an encore
Laughter’s tears together again
As I tell the stories I am the hero
Sharing the exploits of a life
The sensuous passion of a love
Imbedded in a moment’s now
Rescuing a time thought lost
Betsy Ross sewed the US flag with ease
Fellow countrymen were more or less pleased
A Scotsman stole her design
His wife sewed something so fine
Flags doubling as kilts ~ Waving in the breeze
The sun rose that September morn, brightly dim.
The moon waned with tears in the shadow of Muhammad.
Stars scarred by footprints, heavy,
as Allah made the descent,
wings seared from the heat of hate,
hitching rides on freedom flights,
Almighty power clothed butchery of innocents.
What idol worship can move the soul to cogitate
that crumbling skyscrapers thrust so deep
would anesthetize a slumbering giant?
Awaken, arise like the billowing dust permeating blue sky,
ascending to heaven with supplication men dare pray
in places children dare not.
Dawn’s chaste early light reconciles blue-crimson white
with the Ancient of Days’ incarnate flow,
cleansing all unrighteousness,
providing hope of our salvation.
Revenge is Mine.
Justice is ours.
Godspeed.
Let’s roll.
Copyright © 2001 by Mickey Grubb
I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.
When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.
Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.
And I whispered—
“God, even if we lose our lives for the nation,
be with our families.
Give them hearts of stone,
so they will never regret
the prayers they made for us.”
we are the authors of our life's opus
every scene and every chapter
we hold the pen as we record
history dreams and ambitions
stepping into the shoes of the hero
our integrity and pride on the line
one day we'll sign off on that final page
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.
You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.
Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried
And I too tried and cried.
Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Do not Fear, will not fade away at these dawns waving crimson flag
Before burns out last owen that fumes above my homeland
It is my nation's star that will shine forever
Its mine, its my nation's however
Do not wrinkle up your visage dear coy crescent, I'll be sacrificed
To my hero race smile once, what is this severity this wrath
Then will not be just for you our bloods that poured out
Deserves independence my nation who is worshipper of God
Written by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
Translation Honor Su
Life goes out but faith will not from this body
Heads may be cut but Islam will not from this land
A holy town of Quran you are at your starboard crescent
Mountains and rocks all cry out freedom and word of testament
Did not sell himself for a few bucks to a few predatories
Shielded his chest to dishonests that are coming by F-16s
Did not give his liberty his sovereignity his future
Left his mother his father and his lover
Left his wealth but hasn't left his homeland
There it is real army real soldier
Inside it private every patriot
Went out at 15th July and showed heroism
It is impossible not to show him admirism
Walked on tanks shielded himself to bullets
As long as don't let country be given away to zionists
Today Gülen is death and coup plotters are at jail trap
USA's forty yeared project in one night has gone to trash
Turks has showed how Muslims are to America's stepsons and CIA
The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
breakfast
greeting their portraits
dinner reservations
toast speeches stirring
late-night confabs
heroic gazes
mythic legends
tuck us in bed
Hats off to Robin Hood
for the poor always doing good
Maid Marian all but stole his heart
which did upset the apple cart
On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock,
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left my hand to reach space
My head became a Crater by double pace
The stone lives in my head since then
He was first where the headache begin!
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
count grains
fought won
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