Long Allegiance Poems
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(an All Poetry feat to walk in
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)
Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic
visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield at dusk, the thrum
of nature all abuzz didst feed thine
dizzily green jovial mien
unlike mean Gary Lewis
veritable innocence and naiveté
rollicked with mine lanky frame
relishing ambling into my own quietude
an infinite breadth, length and scope
of infrequently trammeled near virgin
woodland paths grown over with brambles
nonetheless a faintly trussed harbinger
marked by weatherbeaten
for sale signposts
with here and there an abandoned plow
long since given over
to rust when the pasture
seasons elapsed since
farmer(s) left unharvested
fecund fields absent
the cloven hoof,
and deprived enrichment
manure, sans ungulates
ceased sufficing healthy
free ranging bovines,
where etudes punctuated
the terribly gross fresh air,
now no longer audibly quickening,
snapchatting, nor twittering
with the last word of a bluebird
deathly silence now 'cept
the wind in the willows
whispering woebegone laments
tree tops pining to cradle
idle youthful dreamers
boughs devoid of
psalm quivering romantic songstress
clattering debris merely
delivering echoed whooshing refrains
continually disintegrating among
in a disused graveyard
prescient ken aches with nostalgia
hallucinogenic nightmare slams
irrevocably shut the door in the dark
closed for good upon the onset,
wrought genocide against
the vanishing Red man,
a ghostly scarification meaningless ritual
wrested, removed, and highjacked
from indigenous peoples
without rhyme, nor reason
as fraternities no
longer pledge allegiance.
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
In office halls, where silhouettes loom,
Beware the boss who calls you aside to manipulate,
A trap awaits, where whispers seal your destiny,
Keep colleague woes locked deep, an unspoken weight.
Security's helping hand may hold a test,
Expectation's seed, in every coin you nest,
Proximity breeds contempt, a subtle art,
One day's omission, and you're branded apart.
Close friendships forged in workplace fires,
May burn with hidden desires,
The overly friendly, a snake in disguise,
Tread carefully, lest their venom compromise.
The faith-hopping crowd, a problematic horde,
From prayer house to juju priest, their allegiance twisted,
Tattletales weave webs of deceit and anguish,
Revealing secrets, a poisonous echo.
The envious gaze, a threat to your very core,
Beauty, brains, and brawn, a target to abhor,
Jealousy's sting, a subtle, insidious creep,
Resign or beware, lest your soul seep.
The nosy, the fearful, the complainers too,
A toxic brew, best avoided, altogether,
Recorded words, a snare to entrap,
Choose wisely, lest your words come back to snap.
The friend you bring, a wolf in sheep's disguise,
May turn the tables, with cunning, compromising eyes,
The boss's liking, a subtle, hidden test,
Avoid the favored one, lest your career find no rest.
One hundred years ago in 1921
The 15th of May a new charity begun
Amalgamating charities of which there were 4
The Royal British Legion set up to aid those from the great war.
Earl Haig and Tom Lister were the founders.
Supporting those back from Flanders
1.75 million of those that returned
Had some form of disability from amputee or minds totally burned
Then there were those wives, widows daughter's and sons.
Who's Husbands, Fathers lives had succumbed
There lives taken by the enemy
The RBL emblem became the Flanders poppy
The poppy is the symbol of Rememberance
For the sacrifice of life, so peace had a chance
Every conflict since the great war
More recentely Afghanistan, Iraq, some more obscure
Korea, Malaya, Oman and The Falklands
Servicemen and women put lives in others hands
So comemerate their passing on Armistice day
11th November sit quietly and pray
Without these sacrifices in all these wars
The world would have broken that's for sure
So every year stand still and reflect
Those that died deserve your respect
Those that survived may be stood in your town
Looking sorrowful and feeling down
The best thing you can do is show your support
Words from Brigadier Marriot " Do as you ought"
Bow your head when you hear that bugle play
Stand still and watch those on parade this Rememberance Day
Someone in your family`s history
Will have been effected by a catastrophe
Join in be proud of your countries past
Hopefully all these sacrifices are finished at last
But if not, and more wars happen
Support those military men and women
The have no choice whether to stay or go
Orders are followed, allegiance they show
For Queen and country they will fight
For your freedom and human right.
Remember them is all I say.
For your Tommorow they gave their today
Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads), I have no real voice (vote), and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be. I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?) and when it comes to loving America, I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.
I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.
We won't address the multitude of old problems in this new age.. we'll just unleash a marquetry of half-truths to dispute the proven until unreasoned arguments reach their paranoid fullness.
The real world is alarming enough - let's just push that away and ignore it - while we're at it let's s1ut shame the poor, the old, the sick, the unemployed, the hungry and the hand of mercy.
I realize America was never one moral atom bonded for better.. but those anvils that forged us appear neglected or forsaken. I'm afraid what's happening now, what we're seeing and hearing now, is a symphony of erosion - that by the time I have any say at all, the middle class will be gone - America turned slum - where even the voice of despair will be turned traitor.
We'll only be able to see our greatness in museum souvenir shops where nothing is affordable, and everything is made elsewhere.
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This was one of the short essays in my Yale application. I post it now as an election classic =]
Does your workplace make you wear a uniform
Because you’re a firefighter, nurse or a cop?
Do you proudly wear your dark blue trousers
With that sexy white button up top?
Are you a chef cooking in a ridiculously tall hat,
Or a judge with an outlandish toupee,
Who gives terms of punishment out to the criminals,
Then tells the guards to take them away.
At work uniforms worn say we belong to this group,
Say allegiance, say honour and truth.
I guess that’s why the bikie gangs around town
Give logoed jackets to rambling youth.
But me, I’m simple, I wear smart casual at work,
During the day I am out of sight.
It’s when I get home, alone with my girl,
We dress in uniforms all throughout the night.
It doesn’t mean we belong, or have honour or code,
Or any real deep meaningful duty.
It means we love the implied power, the roles we can play,
Is a mental abstract form of beauty.
We proudly salute Old Glory! Our honorable national flag!
Let high our star spangled banner high and wide.
And let us pledge our allegiance to our national
sovereignty. In order for us to continue to be,
"the land of the free and the home of the brave."
"One nation under God let us always be."
So all of God's people continue to be free.
With glorious victory unto victory!
United together as one people,
throughout our land.
We will stand. But divided we will fall.
Let us come to arms and answer
our nation's call. With true liberty
and justice for all our people!
The price of freedom did not come free.
Our founding fathers and founding mothers
Paid the ultimate sacrifice to guarantee our
national sovereignty.
And the higher price of freedom and
liberty came at the ultimate cost
and did not come for free. We must
not take our freedom for granted.
Forces we face today want to
deprive our people of their
liberty, justice and freedom.
United we can defeat them.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?
should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?
long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship
why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?
does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?
nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide
what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?
when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?
why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?
accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism
should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?
doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity
shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals
a correction
Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to our inanities, kill us at night because they know what’s practice and
and according to Elon Musk, we are stupid
this was up today when the Chinese house came up with a robot that loves mankind and is politically naïve
For Elon Musk this is not a problem he has no allegiance to any country as long as his dream of Mars can become a truth
Medieval times
A time of splendour
With gallant Knights
Ladies so slender
Jousting tournaments
The ladies all squeal
Exploding of hoofs
The clash of steel
Enter the Black Knight
To a round of jeers
The Red Knight enters
To resounding cheers
First pass no foul
They try it once more
The Knight in Red
Slumps to the floor
They carry him off
And tend to his wounds
A Blue Knight appears
The ladies all swoon
The maidens favourite
Known far and wide
Lord Richard of Leeds
His lance by his side
They ready for battle
Shields are in place
Masks of armour
Covering their face
Towards each other
They gallop full speed
Lances held high
The snorting of steeds
The Black Knight falls
The hero wins out
Blue Knight celebrates
Victory in the joust
Approaching the King
Horse and rider bow
The people go wild
Allegiance they vow
Medieval times
Hail to the King
Jousting tournaments
What glory they bring
© Jack Ellison 2014