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Floating, adrift in icy water; like discarded driftwood
(his Commander, Warrand, bravely stepped aside to let him pass)
the sole survivor so thought Ted; of the proud and mighty Hood.
Then came Bill, and Bob, three, from one thousand four hundred eighteen
ripped and torn apart from Admirals to seamen second class.
Brave souls all, who crossed the bar that day, a crew, a brotherhood
through a flaw in Hood's design. They knew; The Royal Navy brass.
Just before 06:00 on 24th May 1941, HMS Hood was struck by several German shells, exploded, and sank within 3 minutes, with the loss of all but three of her crew of 1418; Midshipman William Dundas, Able Seaman Bob Tilburn, and Ordinary Signalman Ted Briggs. The British Admiralty was aware of her vulnerable deck armour
Julyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula Placed 3rd.
Date wrote: 23-July-2021
That Blessed Day
When the shuddering echo,
Of battle-cries vanish forever,
Under the victorious cheers
Of universal brotherhood,
When the cold murderous cannons,
Will be silenced by love,
And in their barrels singing birds
Build their nests,
When the cruel wounds,
Mercilessly inflicted by barbaric wars,
Be healed once and for all
By human compassion,
When the medals of honor,
Of today’s heroes,
Monuments of shame in the eyes,
Of the world appear,
When hatred and its siblings,
Are expelled from our kind hearts,
Thrown thus into the Tartarus
Of human condemnation,
When racial discriminations,
That divided us are obliterated,
By the sublime understanding,
Of our enlightened minds,
When upon the ravaged face
Of our long-suffered planet,
A place is found for each one of us
To live happily free,
That blessed day
Will be the first,
Among the endless number of days,
OF PEACE ON EARTH!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 February 1984
Dear Lord, we pray for Your guidance in this election year.
May those we choose for office uphold the values we hold dear.
We've heard so many grand schemes, some difficult to perceive.
Father, we hardly know which of the candidates to believe.
We ask for discernment as we approach that sacred booth.
May electees put national interest above self and speak the truth.
May only honorable people represent the citizens they serve,
And with insightful vision our precious liberties preserve.
When facing tough decisions, may they seek counsel with You,
Praying for perception and wisdom in all that they do.
May they ever strive for peace and brotherhood among all nations,
Keeping in mind that their deeds will affect future generations.
We pray that our legislators will cast all bickering aside,
And that a spirit of goodwill and reason will truly abide.
May leaders surround themselves with advisors true and sage,
That they may reason together in this very demanding age.
When facing matters of principle, may they take a moral stand.
May they always look to You and heed your guiding Hand.
Help them to recognize that Divine guidance should never be ignored
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Around this war-scarred earth, American heroes lie asleep,
Attesting that the cost of freedom does not come cheap.
Etched upon simple marble stones for all eternity,
Are the names of those who belong to a very special fraternity.
Tho' they came from diverse backgrounds, they bonded as one,
Forming a band of brothers and sisters to see the battle won.
Of all races, cultures and divergent religious creeds,
They set aside such differences to fulfill their nation's needs.
They cared not that in the heat of battle a Hebrew was at their side,
Or that a Catholic or Muslim tenderly embraced them as they died.
They forsook all such prejudices and truly understood,
That love transcends all else to create true brotherhood!
Afro-Americans and Caucasians lie side by side in sacred graves.
Asian and Mexican heroes rest beneath the roiling waves.
They sacrificed all upon the Altar of Honor defending liberty,
Ensuring that this land would remain free to foster diversity!
Upon each stone a young hero's bio is briefly sketched.
Alas, space does not permit his aspirations to be etched.
If space allowed, no doubt his earnest prayer would be:
"No more war! Follow the Master's Golden Rule is my plea!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
When reading heralded lines
I feel I am betraying
a poetic brotherhood
that seems, always, to be
making much of little:
a scrap, a comment (about a bird, perhaps --
or a comparison of a worm in the dirt
to some far-fetched abstraction.)
The humanity we all should share feels
sorely lacking. And clumsy, pathetic
grappling to elevate the lowly
to a semblance of earned achievement
(and not succeeding)
demeans us all.
"Mea culpa! Ibi dixit."
(I too am guilty. There, I've said it.)
Upon this hallowed ground where now only wild poppies grow,
Noble youth of hostile armies once met, foe facing foe.
Old men who knew the roar of cannon and the muskets' rattle,
Now returned as aged' veterans to the peaceful field of battle.
In the bloom of youth, were they, yet filled with hate and scorn,
Now they met to reject all such passions and with the others mourn.
To heed the mournful pleas of phantom souls who yet linger there,
And heal the scars of war, the bonds of brotherhood repair.
With shuffling gait, old men took a melancholy walk around,
Each re-living the horror of that savage battleground.
They recalled clutching men to their breasts as they died.
Years of pent-up emotions couldn't be held inside - they cried.
Old foes embraced begging forgiveness, they meant no ill.
They merely did their duty, fulfilling their nation's will.
None but these have known the worst that man can do to man.
Alas, 'tis youth who must abide such folly since time began.
Gnarled hands that once held the terrible weapons of war,
Now beckoned for peace that we shall know war no more.
Former foes they were, now each pledging to strive for peace,
Praying that The Golden Rule will prevail and all strife shall cease.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Civilization is crumbling
The Huns are at the gates
I don't know what we're becoming,
But I sure hope that it waits
The children are talking backwards
The leaders are talking in tongues
The fork’s in the soup
And we cannot recoup
The innocent days of our young
Logic treads so lightly
While knowledge devastates —
The foe’s at the gates.
The Devil’s in the details
The fat is in the fire
Up to our necks in saccharine and dreck –
Is this any way to conspire?
Don’t call for no revolution
No secret brotherhood
I've seen dinosaurs that have stood here before –
Their ways are gone for good
Common sense treads lightly
While arrogance devastates —
The Man’s at the gates.
I don't know how we got here
By what token or cosmic train
Don't know the story started –
In a garden or after a bang
But if we go and whimper
In the cruel hedges of deceit,
Then we’re just as bad
As the lies we’ve had
In our laps but could never defeat
Perdition treads so lightly
While sanctity devastates —
The end’s at the gates.
Freedom sends wide field of thornless roses from its crown
A crown of victory over conflicts of people and nations
Nations aiming sweet liberty and independence
Independence in a democratic society and government.
Oh, freedom! You’re a priceless treasure!
You’re the greatest gift from our brave heroes
You’re God’s blessing from our brothers whom He’d blessed
We fight and pray for you with all our best.
Freedom delivers us all from any slavery and captivity
Captivity restrains us to fly and soar high without boundary
Boundary that divides brotherhood among countries
Countries that prosper only in unity, harmony and in peace.
Oh, freedom! You’re a priceless treasure!
You’re the most valuable inheritance from our ancestors
You’re God’s blessing from all brothers whom He’d blessed
We fight and pray for you with all our best.
Freedom waves its flag for us always after midnight
Midnight is a new day that’ll soon reveal its golden sunlight
Sunlight that shines brightly into our dreams and aspirations
Aspirations for freedom to ripple forever in all nations.
Freedom, you are the lasting song from our heart
The most delightful poem from our lips to recite
The liveliest beat for our feet to dance
While our eyes are fixed to your unfading expanse
Oh, freedom! You’re a priceless treasure!
You’re the greatest gift from our brave heroes
You’re the most valuable inheritance from our ancestors
You’re the hymn of every land kissed by the waves at the seashore.
March 22, 2022 10.03am
May the almighty protect us
Every moment and bless us
Rapture and pure kindness
Right now and in all cases,
Yet and on all occassions
Christ is born to,save us
Heal and pour mercy showers,
Resolve the problem in Universe
Imbue brotherhood and goodness
Sabotage the terrorism, embrace
The victims,enclasp the innocents,
Make us fathom power of forgiveness
A savior is born,star starts shines
So a very Merry christmas
I wish you all a Merry Christmas
There are eminent personages among the enlisted grades,
Who deserve the utmost in respect and well-earned accolades.
These are the dedicated Sergeants of whom I speak,
Who guide the strong and encourage the weak!
Steadfast leaders whom commanders rely upon,
When they need to get the tough jobs done.
Never-bending sturdy oaks in the face of adversity,
Possessing traits held by few - loyalty and integrity!
Sergeants descend from a long and distinguished tradition,
Following those who faithfully served with great distinction.
Proudly wearing chevrons bestowed upon a privileged few,
And setting high standards for generations that will ensue!
From time immemorial through the present generation,
Brave men and women were led by Sergeants with dedication.
Dreadful loss of life and limb was, alas, sustained,
To ensure that our precious liberties were maintained!
I'm a proud member of this elite fraternity and brotherhood,
Ever marching arm in arm for the nation's common good.
Molding young patriots to defend our glorious heritage.
All serving this great nation with indomitable courage!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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