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Today is the day she will finally be married the man of her dreams
They had met two months earlier and he's fallen deeply in love with her, and asked her to marry him
He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her
And being who he is she agreed to marry him
So glowing with joy, she's feeling so wonderful
and can't wait to see her man at the altar
Even though her family was against it
-that it's too soon to get married
-that she hardly knew him
But of course she knows he's the one
He's perfectly fit and rich
And one day she will come to love him like
she once did her high school sweetheart
Except he got fat and she had to leave him
- A fat man can't work and is just unattractive
In fact she doesn't even think of him anymore
it's been two years since she dated him
Her future husband is perfectly fit, handsome and so very rich
Just her kind of man...
Clearing her head she dolled up
Slipped into her Cinderella dress and rushed out the hotel door with her only friend
She doesn't care that her family didn't come
She's never going to forgive them
She'll be very rich soon, so she really doesn't care
Smiling and giggling
She turned to her friend and said hurry open the door
Only to step into an empty dim chapel
With a big banner hanging saying
...I'm sorry you couldn't love me because I was fat and my wallet was thin!
Tears...
For contest: I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
11-25-17
Beneath the thin veil of humanity, where the heart flutters like a trapped butterfly,
Lies the stir of an ancestral cruelty, a seed deeply buried,
In the soil watered by the tears of compassion and the silent blood of struggle,
We are sculpted from the duality of nature, where claw and caress coexist,
Each breath a battle between light and darkness, between love and harshness,
In a perpetual dance of survival, where nature sings its wild anthem,
We hold hands with the beasts, learning lessons from their claws and sharp gaze,
For to live means to embrace the shadow, to accept that we are woven from contradictions,
Not to become poorer than nature, but to learn balance from the rustle of the forest,
Where each falling leaf and each bird's cry are parts of the same symphony.
We carve our path through the jungle of emotions with a heart beating in two rhythms,
Where compassion is a river flowing gently, but cruelty is the rock that breaks the waves,
And perhaps, in this imperfection, we find the truth of a full existence,
For to be only gentle would mean to lose ourselves in the mire of passivity,
While cruelty teaches us to rise, to defend our dreams with sharp fangs,
Just as nature protects its children with a silent, unwavering fury, like a sea in storm,
Let us not fear the dark side, but carry it as a banner of survival,
A balance between the desire to protect and the need to fight, a dance of destiny,
In which we find ourselves whole, not poorer, but richer in the understanding of life,
A complex song of humanity, where each note is a part of us,
Weaving cruelty and compassion into a poem without end, yet full of meaning.
Kalamazoo kids went off to war
leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured
factories ~from music to munitions
gay guitars would wait until battered boys
came hurriedly home...
or would they wait?
The thought was there but Gibson's gals
did not care for world war and behind
the building's walls would give guitars
attuned attention; first making munitions
then manufacturing those magical music guitars.
The Gibson Factory in Kalamazoo, Michigan is known for its iconic guitars... During World War II, many of Gibson’s competitors had switched to munition-making in an effort to support the war at home. Gibson followed suit—on the surface, at least. While it did hire more women than any other guitar-turned-munitions manufacturer, these women weren’t just making bullets—they were also making guitars. Specifically, the Kalamazoo Gals made Gibson’s Banner line of guitars, which were later used by musicians like Buddy Holly and Woody Guthrie. ~Atlas Obscura
She was Joan of Arc, the very essence of bravery
who, from humble beginnings. made a place in history.
And, inspired by God, with strong and grand visions
was convinced of her calling, and went on her mission.
Joan left her small village, and went to assist
Charles VII, to help save France from England's grip.
So captivating was her zeal and charisma
that Joan soon was consulted for military wisdom.
She was sought to help lead the armies of France
with the battle of Orleans, there would be a chance
of success, thus achieved, in as little as nine days
which brought new hope, they gave Joan great praise.
Brave young Joan did not mind to travel to war
carrying banner, sword, and wore clothes that men wore.
The strength Joan displayed during battle and after
increased French morale, until she was captured.
The year, 1430, was spent in prison to await
a trial of heresy, where Joan attempted to escape.
But, alas, unsuccessful, to trial she did go
and was falsely accused, France did suffer a blow.
When, in 1431, like a martyr, Joan was burned at the stake
She did it for God and for country, her spirit did not break.
As the years passed, Joan of Arc was well honored
as the patron of France, and for sainthood, rewarded.
Joan of Arc's virtues, her honesty and simplicity
were remembered and revered throughout history.
From humble beginnings, and with God by her side
Joan of Arc left a legacy that can never be denied.
Written on 8/27/2015
America’s pledge
The honor
The privilege
The sacrifice
Struggles that made America
Yesterday’s, Tomorrow’s and Future’s enriched
America’s smiles
Appreciations while
From sea to shore
Sunrise that started it all
Rhythm of America songs
America the Beautiful, My Country Tis of Thee and many more
History of the Star Spangled Banner from Fort McHenry
America’s recognition of Freedom and Liberty for all
Forefathers who fought for America to rise and shine
Freedom was no easy protest, but became a revolution
There were foes who wanted a conclusion, but America became declaration strong
Up with people
America’s freedoms
From the past to the present
Highways were more than just journey’s here and there
Greyhound Bus Lines, Inc. was the people mover that showed what America had go offer
Back from the days of the stagecoaches into modern transportation
Highways setting the standards of America’s future
America’s landscapes, Major Cities and Majestic Mountains
Red, White and Blue showing the strides in America’s history
Military stance on the battlefield with salute and thank you for your service
During the wars, there devastation, ashes and bloodshed
Many soldiers died while others share their wounds of what war was like through their stories
As wars had ended and the ashes had cleared
It was time to celebrate with fireworks of victory
The impact on America’s trail
The chant being America, America, America
Still standing regardless of the anguish of the present
The call for America welcoming all
Stand America and Immigrants and be counted
America made, but not by itself
We are all America
No matter if you were born or from another country
Shine like the night stars
Let your smiles beacon for continued hope
Look to the Heavens in how America will cope
Watchful eyes seen from above
America wise
America 250 Anniversary
A reason to celebrate
Our lives to appreciate
The bounty a waits
This is America
Hello America
Chapters after Chapters
Live on and sing on
~Do You Really Know Him?~
(Rhyme)
Some people say they know God
And that they also know His Son
But do they really know personally Jesus Christ
And, what about you, do you really know the Holy One?
I wonder and ponder about this everyday
One thing is to say and another one is to do
Because in the end words are just words
But when you do His Love will show itself through you
And being a Christian is not enough.
And just believing doesn't make you one
Being a Christian is more than a tag name
And it's more than just a banner than you can carry with you
A Christian is a person who really knows the Lord on High
And one who personally knows Jesus Christ His Son
One who knows without a shadow of doubt
That He died for our sins and He rose to Heaven the third day
Being a true Christian is really acknowledging and loving God
It's loving caring and forgiving our fellow man
The same way that You instruct us and want us everyday to do
Oh Lord God please let us be humbled so we can pursue your Holy plan
So I really hope and pray that when you read this poem
That you really love God with all your heart and accept His son
He loves you so much and all He wishes is to be your friend
And God wants you to be with Him forever when your life in this earth is done.
So let me ask you a very simple question, do you
really know the Father and His son?
Do you?Do you really have a personal relationship
with them? Well,I hope and pray you do.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
February.23.2015
Authors notes:
For in the Bible or Holy Scriptures it says:
~You must be born again~ John 3:5-7
Francis Scott Key:
“O say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
The Answer:
Yes, Mr. Key, the Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over that magical land expansive oceans away.
True, its residents are as free as after McHenry
And have remained foes of the tyranny’s sway.
The banner is no longer half-concealed and half-exposed
But hoisted on the tallest mountains and upon the moon,
And from the eastern portion of the virgin world
The Star - Spangled Banner can be seen by the sage and the loon.
Ask the enemy of the peace and the lover of concord
And they’ll admit the starry banner still dances in the wind,
The Star-Spangled Flag is still the undisputed king
Among the white-complexioned and the dark-skinned.
The mongers of fear and terror will at least admit
That the stripes and the stars still tower higher
Above disease and the despot’s egocentric desire,
And still stirs the abhorrence of the mischievous liar.
The Star-Spangled Banner, Mr. Francis Key,
Remains true to the welcome of the New Colossus.
The huddled masses continue to breathe free
And the torch is still held at the golden door.
The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves
Above the dark-hued placards of knaves,
The shiny stars light the paths of the unfortunate
And the stripes still choke the voice of hate.
The Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over the maneuvers of those in bloody caves,
And the masters of wizened religious gripes
Still do feel the heat of the gallant stripes.
Oh, Mr. Key, the stars and the stripes do rule the earth
And inspire those that pursue the satisfactions of genuine mirth,
The stripes yet rekindle hope and the stars light the darkest nooks
That hitherto shadowed the shenanigans of megalomaniacal crooks.
Ask no more, dear Mr. Francis Key,
For that land still belongs to the free,
And the stars and the stripes yet wave
Over that tranquil territory of the brave.
Swing of the bat, contests
Fielders’ gloves, ball in motion,
Run, slide, throw - called safe!
Innings are by turns,
Dramatic or biding, boxscores
Revealing who’s up.
Catching foul ball strays,
Or in bleachers just catch rays,
Fans cheer, hoot and wave!
Hear “Smack!” a hit!
Vendors warble, “Peanuts and beer!”
Star spangled banner.
If you come early,
Ask for heros’ autographs,
Snap players’ faces.
Distance ‘tween bases,
Had to be divinely ordained,
Perfecting the game!
Whether the home team ,
Overcomes temporary calamity,
Makes or breaks dreams!
© Chaim Wilson
Joan of Arc
HE speaks, and messengers appear
To innocence of one so young in year
The calling understood, she will not flee
Till France is free of English tyranny
The struggle long, a hundred years or more
An army tired, sapped of strength by war
She steps into the fray, new hope, inspire
Her words believed, the lighting of the fire
Hoorah, the trepid siege of Orleans broken
Triumphant Gaules their spirit now awoken
Battle proved, proud see her banner fly
On to the capital, her new war cry
Though the king be doubtful to her power
Sanctioned he, and blessed her of the hour
There, before the gates and walls so tall
Defending well, Paris refused to fall
Defeated, wounded, weary, drawn, down
Undone, alone, rejected by the crown
Falls into allied hands when out at large
Imprisoned to be tried, on falsehood charge
Religious order sent to set out court
To seek and force the answer that was sort
She, unwavering in her self belief
Her story standing gave them no relief
A minister dispatched to find (his) truth
Then shout her heresy from every roof
A thousand times the question fills her ear
A thousand times she answers without fear
Time was never going to be her friend
None came in aid or cared her to defend
Sent forth to burn in blazing execution
Inglorious was her perfect persecution
True to HIM her love would not betray
For HIM, at the stake, her life she lay
The passing years, gave her soul release
St Joan, now rests in reverence and peace.
For too long we've languished in fear,
Our dreams and hopes cast to the side,
Our hearts burdened with doubts unclear,
Our aspirations slowly died.
But now we rise, we raise our voice,
Our spirits strengthened, our resolve renewed,
Our passion fueled by a powerful choice,
Our determination steadfast and true.
We lift the banner high and proud,
A symbol of our strength and might,
Our hearts beating with a resounding sound,
Our souls shining with a brilliant light.
For we are the people, strong and free,
And we will not be held down,
We will fight for what we believe,
And lift our standard high, with a victorious crown.
So let us march forward, hand in hand,
Towards a future bright and new,
A world of hope and love, grand,
And a future we can all pursue.