Long 4th of july Poems
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I love the sounds and smells that the fireworks create
and the way they make the nights sky so bright
Spraying and spewing out the fiery confetti
Pouring out its colorful, sparkling light
It brings such awe and joy to all
To see such a beautiful display
After waiting anxiously for it to come
All throughout the summer July day
Although you seem to keep busy enough
Having fun with family and friends
Parades, pools, and barbecues all day
And then fireworks when the daytime ends
Our independence day is a day to honor
Those who fight for us to be free
And to give thanks for the freedoms
We have each day in this land of liberty.
We celebrate our countries independence
With brilliant fireworks in the sky
This day comes each and every year
Celebrated on the 4th of July
6/29/2021
Intends to be the best,
acts like owner of the world,
fights for the USA
loves the history of American music
is entitled to be a roadster
passionate with nature
carry out cucarachas with reservation
vibrates with sports
intrudes on foreign affairs
polemics racial issues
celebrates 4th of july with pride
has fun with regional accents
carves pumpkins like no one
tends to be a bit arrogant
rejoices with fireworks
should assist poorer countries further
praises and appreciates peanut butter
frolic in football badly
plays basketball admirably
knows that everyone wants
to come to America ... !
Ps for the sake of poetry, i must say that
I LOVE AMERICA !
Poetry is watching the sail boats go drifting by
on Port Gardiner's Bay.
Poetry is the happy laughter of children playing
at Forrest Park
Poetry is free out door music concerts
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching free outdoor summer's
movies at Box car park
after dark.
Poetry is watching people walking family pets
at the Everett's Marina.
Poetry is watching harbor seals,
and the ducks. Not to mention,
our friendly neighborhood seagulls.
Poetry is the Schack's artistic Colby's Avenue's
walk. Seeing and watching
the local artisans at their trade.
Poetry is downtown Colby Avenue's antique
car show and display. Hearing local
Elvis Presley's imitator dancing
and singing our blues away.
Poetry is the Everett's Farmer's Markets.
Local singers perform, and the food vendors
are there. People are working at and
displaying their wears. On Colby Avenue and
adjacent streets.
Poetry is watching the 4th of July parade,
and fire works display at Legion's Park
after dark.
Poetry is the Forrest's park animal farm,
animals and chickens, pigs and goats
and horses too. Don't forget the
rabbits and other live stock too!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 22, 2020
Like Black-Cats popping on the 4th of July,
shots broke the peace of the Spring afternoon.
Within an instant chaos erupted,
women screaming, people running in every direction,
bodies lying motionless on the ground.
This small Texas town had become like a battlefield.
Another mass shooting
in a small peaceful community
of a supposedly civilized nation.
Eight innocent people, minding their business,
doing what we all do with our families,
instantly became statistics
in an ever growing list of victims.
These events are seemingly becoming the norm,
happening more and more frequently.
Has our civilized society become so desensitized to violence?
Is this something we must live with for the rest of our lives?
When will this chaos ever end?
...or is this just the beginning of the end?
May 7, 2023
To the victims of the Allen, Texas mass shooting,
my thoughts and prayers are with you and your families.
Abraham Lincoln saw it happening and tried to stop it…a nation getting out of hand
he knew a house divided against itself would not be strong enough to stand…
Today we are a country divided..no longer are we whole
America…which was once a melting pot…has somehow lost her soul
Our country was founded on the concept of freedom; it is at our core...our very heart.
yet this freedom…to be different…pushes us further and further apart.
Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Protestants, yes to guns, no to guns, Straights and Gays.
Black and White, Rich and Poor--we’ve allowed our differences to lead the way.
This in itself is not a problem, our differences make America a more interesting place
The problem arises when our differences…we fail to embrace.
And when I as an American think living in the land of the brave and the free
means accepting as Americans only those who think and act like me.
I use to feel on the 4th of July…we could put our differences aside
and for one day…one moment…become a country unified.
But I no longer feel that way…for even on the 4th of July we’re not a country unified
we remain a country divided…the gap has grown too wide.
I used to love the 4th of July…as fireworks lit up the sky
when I thought of what this day meant…tears would fill my eyes
During this year’s celebration it was Abraham Lincoln’s words I was recalling
and the tears I wiped were for a house divided…and a country that is falling.
But I cling with hope to other words Mr. Lincoln said
knowing freedom would be filled with lows…and highs
He said:
I am not concerned that you have fallen…
I’m concerned that you arise.
ONE HELL OF A THING TODAY: MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
No more white-hooded lynchings of us.
Today, it’s the ice-cold severing of our rights:-
The red POTUS is making America great again:
Mocking JUNETEENTH; praising 4Th OF JULY.
For him, peace has been deemed as damaging oppression;
And must be put to rest with power-mongering war.
All Zeus-like forms of governing legislation have been iced out.
And new Satanic-like legislative amendments have returned hell on earth.
And the years of slavery that made America great for ancestral power mongers,
Has now been replaced by oppressive, power-mongering political injustice.
Just look at today’s White House Garden of Evil:
Therein, hangs a devilish, hellavah, red snake:-
I hear arguments getting set off time and time again...
I'm stuck in the lion's den
This big guy needs to chill out
Commotion...echoes...
I hear fireworks boom - (besides, it's almost 4th of July!)
Disputes should be dropp'd for good!
I shouldn't be the one talking though!
I need you now, Oh Lord of Accord . . .
Way more than anything on Earth -
You give me mere mirth
I need your support
To dismiss Y-YESTERDAY'S gahhrief
How much am I worth, God? Naught?
Am I your priceless tool or not?
Don't leave me to rot...
I must ch-chill out - I almost forgot!
Give me a rea-reason
To o-overcome the world of w-woe's weight on me
I can't carry this heavy load on my shoulders anymore
Put my mind at ease and help me to chillax for a time
Kick back and let a-accord seep through you - that would be so sublime
The waves of e-emotions are targeting me, shooting me down with glares and
frowns...
Friends come and go...I'm down in the dumps...th-th-this world is so corrupt and i-
it's like a scary ride with loops, ups, downs, and spirals.. . . ...... .. . ..
Every season, new friends appear and then disappear
All of the sudden, I'm tasting the fretful fire of fear
Oh...awkward moments - I MUST HAVE SELF-CONTROL AND PATIENCE...to slowly
drift away from this enchanting, yet deceiving trance - I m-must pull up my pants
I need to seek repentance and CHILL OUT...throughout this circumstance...and just
d-d-dance...
There's times when I need to breathe in and out
Breathe in and out without a breath of doubt
Let me see the light at the end of the cave
I'm in grave...grave danger...I m-must be b-brave
There was no alcoholics in my family,
but there was some heavy drinking on weekends.
Personally, I kicked the habit at a very young age.
Prohibition was repealed, but not in our home county.
I was to learn later that our county was an alcohol dry county,
but the county next to ours was a very wet one, and it always
spilled into our county and made it as wet as wet could be. If for
some reason an adequate supply did not flow, there was always plenty
of 'home made stills'. I was always an inquisitive little lad and wondered
what all the fuss was about when it came to alcoholic beverages. It seemed
to make people joyful, smiley, and happy. So at around 5 or 6 years of age, I decided to take a sip of whisky, but I knew that I would have a very bad day if I got caught. There was plenty in the refrigerator and the coast was clear. It was now or never, and my venture into the world of alcohol became both 'a now and a never'. I took one drink and an internal combustion lit up within me like a fire cracker on the 4th of July. I don't know if AA existed when I was 5, but I did not need anybody's program to fix me. I both started and stopped drinking at the same time, nevermore a drink except for Holy Communion.
120520PSCtest, Story From Your Childhood Poetry Contest, L Milton Hankins
I remember we were
Just out getting brunch
Driving through the city
Being young and dumb
I wanna take you somewhere
Bring you somewhere
That lights up just like
The nights of the 4th of July
I wanna keep things straight
Cause I’m not too sure
If we’d work out together
I just wanna stay as friends
But I wanna go all the way
I wanna see fireworks
Explode between the of us
As we get closer
I’m also scared of losing you
Not sure if we see eye to eye
You’re the best thing to happen to me
And I’m not ready to lose it
Maybe I’ll take the chance
The chance to be with you
For once, I want to come home and rest:
It felt like my heart's beating out of my chest.
The work week was grueling, that's for sure:
Absolute silence is my only cure.
Instead of expecting peace and quiet,
I'm hearing a lot of noise and riots.
Some people don't have any decency left;
They play their music till they're almost deaf.
It gets worse on the 4th of July;
After 1 a.m., the fireworks still fly.
And don't get me started on people with phones:
The voices are louder than their ringtones.
Construction jackhammer, dogs barking,
People arguing over double parking:
Motorcycle engines, car and truck horns;
Nothing is worse than a tired man scorned.
I can't deal with this racket anymore!
So I bought a megaphone from the $10 store.
I began to use it and here's what I said:
"Listen up, y'all! I'm lying in my bed.
You're giving me a headache from the noises you make,
And that is a very costly mistake.
There'll be consequences if I hear another peep:
Now shut up and let me get some sleep!"