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Presidents Truman, Kennedy, Regan, Biden
Sparing a turkey from a Thanksgiving table. The presidential Turkey Pardon
Massachusetts
is a truly historic state.
Indigenous people lived there for
over ten thousand years before it was
colonized by the English in the 17th century.
The 17th century brought a mass migration
of Puritan immigrants into the area
while the subsequent centuries
brought new waves of
immigrants.
Abraham Lincoln’s
son Tad got upset when
he found out someone was going to kill
the live turkey brought for the presidential
family’s Christmas dinner. Eventually Tad’s plea was admitted,
and the turkey’s life spared. Abraham Lincoln made
Thanksgiving an official
U.S. holiday in
1863.
A decade later
Rhode Island poultry dealer
Horace Vose starts sending Thanksgiving
and Christmas turkeys to the first families. Vose was the
White House’s unofficial turkey provider for more than
40 years after that first turkey to President
Ulysses S. Grant, but by 1914, Americans
from around the country were
sending live turkeys for
the holidays.
William Bradford’s
journal was discovered and published
by Sarah Josepha Hale, a magazine editor.
Hale was so taken with the story of that first Thanksgiving,
that she lobbied five U.S. presidents to make it a federal holiday.
Abraham Lincoln declared Thanksgiving an official U.S. holiday,
an act he saw as a step toward reuniting the
fractured country after the Civil War.
He put it on the calendar for
the last Thursday
of November.
1941
December,
Franklin D. Roosevelt
changed Thanksgiving to the fourth
Thursday in November to avoid confusion
where there is a fifth Thursday in
November.
People
often incorrectly
date the official pardoning ceremony
back to 1947 with Harry Truman, a myth
that stems from the fact that the National Turkey Federation
which runs the modern presidential turkey pardon
ceremonies sent a president a turkey for the
first time that year. Truman
didn’t spare that bird’s life
he ate it.
~Pennsylvania Panic~
He was shot, and could have been dead.
I saw the red blood running down his head.
I only could think of his tall and handsome son of eighteen.
Whose emotions were anything but joyous nor mystically serene.
I was alive when both Kennedys were kiiled.
I saw the floor upon which RFK’s crimson
blood had spilled.
Yes and I thought of the late Martin Luther
King, was killed but his dream, a American star that thrilled!
This is a great country and we refuse to be undone.
True Americans know it is so and was not formed for a short run.
This Judaeo- Christian Republic’s dome shines high in DC on a hill!
To forever serve…America’s law-abiding ones!
7/25/2024 poem 3
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is an insecere cancer which won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put out on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.
And other’s children won’t have a Christmas
They won’t have any presents by a tree
They won’t even have a tree at all
They’ll feel lucky if they get to eat.
This is American reality today
People are living on the streets
People who could never have imagined
That this is where that they would be.
They look at themselves in the mirror
And wonder where did they go wrong
They live in this great country
How long can this go on?
These are highly educated people
With their Masters and Phds
Why is there no work for them?
There is no place for them to work
How is it that this can be?
And then there are the other ones
Who just want to work for an honest wage
And there is no work for them as well
No chance of employment at any place.
The weeks and months have been turned into years by now
They’ve long since lost track of how many days.
There has to be a solution
For our country to get back to where it’s been
Something is going to have to give
For all Americans to live as men.
We didn’t ask to live like a bunch of animals
To be begging for food on the streets
We deserve to have some dignity
We should be able to work for what we need.
So damn all those who have caused this financial mess
Those who have injured all those of us with pride
Let them live with the devil until eternity ends
It’ll be a fitting punishment for what they’ve done to others in this life.
God bless all of those who are fighting every day just to survive
Who now don’t even have enough to eat
God bless their defenseless children
Who continue to struggle and live in need.
One has to continue to believe in goodness
That those who do the right thing will somehow win
And that American Prosperity and Industry
Will return to our country once again.
Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.
(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
662.
The 2nd Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
Our American Heritage
For 3 decades of American colonization
Much from the Americans was gained by our nation
From government & economy to society & culture
We became Americanized even in language & literature
In government, we adopted a system called “democracy”
A form of governing done by many
We were granted freedom of speech & expression
In public offices there was Filipinization
In economy, we had free trade with the United States
Modes of transportation & communication were in increasing rates
Products of agriculture & manufacture developed drastically
Industries & factories were brought all over the country
In society & culture, came the Protestant religion
There was progress in health, social services & education
In language & literature, English became a hit
American food, clothing, media & technology became our favorite
This is the 2nd Period of American Era – Our American Heritage
It became our fad & penchant until the present age
They brought us here the blessings of prosperity
God through them had drawn the Philippines towards modernity.
-05/21/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
While out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
despite without doubt...
if closing distance
(to reach rental abode)
beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle
transmitting excretory code
set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,
and wooded make shift commode
and essentially for naught negating
toddler toilet training, sans
getting potty trained undone
via my tushy ready to explode
and blast immense solid waste byproduct
(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
thus a marathon race against time
found immediate readiness to pull off roadside
to access make shift water closet
generating image firmly in pooping mode
grabbing hold of a tree trunk
(a mini rocky horror picture show, -
this analogy included for no particular reason
other than as a non-sequitur)
and also to convey, how I tried
to allay distractions
while painful contractions flowed
(perhaps approximating woman
on verge of giving birth)
but...no matter, aye could envision,
an ever increasing heavy m*****f****** load
hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
this chap abandoned
prior simultaneous evacuation plan
starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk
(nonetheless, thy darting darting
anguish, futile lizard like lookout,
a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush
even for a measly Georgian bush
quickened nsync with rectal spasms
visual scouting industrialized
where backhoes didst crush
once a time sacred happy hunting grounds
of native Americans, now royally flush
with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,
where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush
puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush
a doo doo about nothing) except sprint
ting to the verizon with a void push
immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush
peopling infrastructure affixing
urbanization with lamb basted,
and sigh lance warrior whoosh!
There are many of us who say we had nothing to do with the theft of land out from under the Natives who were here before us…that we didn’t break any promises, we didn’t lie or steal or kill in a massive land-takeover bid….
There are many of us who say we feel no shame, we take no responsibility for those actions…that was something our ancestors did.
There are many of us who say we’ve never enslaved another person…we’ve never mistreated, abused or caused another person woe…
There are many of us who say we feel no shame, we take no responsibility…that was our ancestors…and that was a long, long time ago.
But there are some of us who still see the impact of our ancestors…who see the destruction and devastation that has lingered long after the flood…
who know as long as there is still one person feeling their effects…
there will be a heaviness in our heart
and shame running through our blood.
The Living Dream
It began with a Chinese jeep selling cheaply
I told Elon Musk not to get me, Tesla
But he didn't answer my message
I went to bed early, forgoing my usual
Two glasses of red wine
I had a stern warning from my brother's
Youngest, if I were addicted to wine
I could buy tablets at the pharmacy
Polite as I am, I didn't tell him to off
At 87, I do as I please.
What can one say
of a man who spends the best years
of his life, going from cafe to cafe eating
a vast amount of cream cakes.
Suddenly I was a ladies' man, sired
12 children and died at 104, at
last a folk hero
Later, Elon Musk knocked on my door
Someone had broken into his bank
He had his money stolen, and he likes to sit
in the evenings
counting, one million, two million, three
It took eighteen trucks
Since he was always kind enough to let
I publish poems on his X
and ensuring I had five readers a week
I let him sleep on the sofa in the living room
Told me people were out to kill him and
Trump, Trump, I could understand, but Elon!
More knocking on the door, in the hall
8 of Elon's bodyguards, he hadn't paid them
They could not be loyal without money
Elon got up from the sofa and promised to pay
them on Monday, with that, the men in
Dark suits and sunglasses were left
Behind by Elon
With them, he wore an ill-fitting T-shirt
making him look working class
Elon told me that Netanyho had fled
In Israel, people had found him a criminal
I found that less than likely
He was hiding in the basement of the
new ballroom, at the West Wing in
the White House
To save money, Trump had used migrant
untrained workers, the floor collapsed
And that was the end of Netanyho
Free from his nightmare, Trump became
mild-mannered caring for all Americans
His new manners were disliked by Elon, who
saw in Trump a fellow humorist they liked
to tell each other dormitory jokes
Then it was 8 in the morning, time to get up
we the people just who do they mean by we.you me them because if they mean
me this is what we would do. we would stop this war and stop it now we would
bring are soldiers home.we would stop this pointless killing we would levee Iraq
alone. we would drill for oil right here at home yes we would bring our gas
prices down.we would stop making excuses we would turn this country around.
affordable housing would be nice.we would bring our people in from the cold.let
them know there not alone. we would make sure every american family had a
nice home of there own. yes my fellow Americans if i where only we. we would
restore your hopes your dreams and your happiness we would give back the
american dream. a home food healthcare clean clothes on your back. now i ask
you my fellow Americans is that to much to ask. in the land of opportunity we
need to take it back.now here comes the truth my friends and you better take
some notes we the people means them.and they hurt us the most.they look for
ways to drive prices up on everything we need. they try there best to keep us
down to take away are dream. we have to keep gas so high threes no other way
that is what they tell us. and then they smile and say we have to drive the prices
up. threes nothing we can do they look us right in the eye and lie to me and you.
and that seems to be OK.i think its time that we the people try to take a stand.they
lie cheat and steal from us each and every day. they make everything sky high
and give them selves a raise.a hundred and fifty thousand a year man how they
must struggle.take take take more more more that is what they do.they
make themselves above the law they think they got it made but sooner or later we
all must die and god will sort us out we the people will rule in heaven and they
will burn in hell.COPYRIGHT GLEN PUGH 2016.
Men and women in blue,
I write this in honor of you.
How you can even leave your
husband or wife?
When a bullet from organized
madmen might take your life?
I have no such courage!
Don't Americans understand?
You are there for their safety!
All of you would aid us right
away, you are not Johnny-
come-latelys.
The anarchists destroying each
wonderful city.
Children die early, a huge crime
and a shameful pity.
Not one professional sports star
ever mentions the innocents' names?
But oh, my, they refuse to play when
a criminal dies, a humungous shame.
The message is very clear to me.
Anarchists, sports stars, take the
knee joyfully to criminal brutality.
My life really does matter to me.
Wake up, Social workers cannot
protect me nor you from cruelty!
America becoming Venezuela,eh,
or worse, Cuba Two?
The blame is in the hands of
those throwing rocks and I loudly
shout " Shame on each of you."
I am no fool,this nation a tapestry
of many nationalities and colors.
You want no peace nor justice!
Just laws your way, total anarchy
And disorder, my brothers!
Martin Luther King, a mensch,
In his grave must be turning!
When watching you loot,burn
and steal....
It has me more than worried,
with my stomach churning!
How dare you burn the Flag of
this country so grand?
As in the Middle East, they
should chop off your hands!
Perhaps both feet, too.
As all decent laws in the USA,
and people's you so ignorantly
eschew!
I have no answers, save this!
Get people out of office who do
support these thugs.
They need far more than a slap
on the wrist.
Arrest them, jail time for sure.
Behind bars they belong, all
these rabid, hate America thugs!
September 4, 2020
2:15pm PST