Patriotic Journey Poems

To those
who gave up everything
they knew, they lived, they loved,
To give me
my Today
my American day:

Were that small
leaking stinking wooden ship
sailing today
bound for America,

And they be
crowded...

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One Nation Under God

From sea to shining sea, 
manifest destiny. 
Every American third grader,
from 1960 and before, 
could recite all the most important facts, 
and...

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Democratic America 
And conservative Britain
That’s the way it should be 
Democratic America 
And conservative Britain
That should be the exact order of things
The new world was...

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The Journey

I take you places, here and there, 
Some you do not want to go…to. 
It is better than being from. 
So I keep taking...

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Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat

particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly...

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Welcome back as I hear my past present
Oration I'd thought I'd never hear again
Reacting hopefully patriotic for it never leaves
Longing, such longing, to dismiss the...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and...

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A journey of 1000 miles begins with one step,
This journey is great but also carries some regret,
All hope is not lost for the people that...

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His musings in paper and ink
have led him to the dungeons. Rusty
iron bars, smell of rats,
and cold wars surround him.
His people see through their leaders,
like...

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An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of...

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They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then...

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What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to...

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One more alien... an extra terrestrial. Bloody foreigners....

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Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to...

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h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no...

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