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A PROUD AMERICAN
I see the flag that’s flying high, I hear our anthem sung,
I see a soldier dressed so fine, I hear a bell that’s rung.
I hear applause and see them stand as a man walks down the aisle,
The President of this land of ours; he stops to wave and smile.
I read about election day, and there my ballot cast;
Important issues, candidates by majority are passed.
I see the ones who risk their lives to save from tragedy,
And then the ones who come behind to offer sympathy.
I see the steeples rising high proclaiming worship time;
The bells chime out the hymns and then their words come to my
mind.
I listen to the music that portrays a battle won
And feel the goosebumps as the cry of victory is sung.
I read the speeches of great men who have a vision great
For this dear land that we call home, these our United States.
I see the care that some still have for those who have it bad,
I can’t watch and not shed a tear when a child hugs his dad.
I see the decorations bright, the lights of Christmas cheer
And hear the carols that ring out that special time of year.
I travel down the highways and enjoy the scenic view
And marvel at the many things we have to see and do.
It’s such a great land where I live, and I am still quite proud
To say that I’m American and say it clear and loud.
I’d be lots prouder, that’s for sure, if all who love this land
Would simply just remember how this nation once was planned
To be a country full of faith, of people pure and just,
Who came to build a country free and say, “In God we trust.”
That phrase is on our money still, but I wonder if it’s there
To say our god is money and we trust its cures and care.
I know that there is much dissent among minorities
Who somehow feel they are deprived of their right to be free.
The libertarians, the gays, the NOW, the ACLU
All seem to have their own ideas of what we ought to do,
But there is only one right way, there’s only one true plan
To bring us where we need to be as proud Americans:
We must give God His place again, turn from our wicked ways
Before we face His judgment hand and see His angry gaze.
If people of this land of ours do not to God turn soon,
There’s nothing more we can hope for but judgment and our doom.
I know for sure that once we give God His place once again,
That we will glad and thankful be, and proud Americans.
It was approaching sunset
displayed boldly across red sky west
as I entered Dream Café,
Time for candle lit vespers and incense
which I feared would be more personal nightmare
than political dream.
I came to this Café,
for the first time,
because our Democratic Town Committee
was nominating candidates for Mayor
and City Council
and School Board
right after silent and sung vespers
here inside a DreamCafe
on BenFranklin's wisdom street.
I had been warned.
All those inside this Dream
each day at sunset
begin to smile with gratitude
and to pray
for multiculturing grace
to grow together.
This felt like a strangely inappropriate way
to fulfill Democratic trust commencements
so I was prepared to include my dismay
in my review
for next News delivery day.
Lights dimmed
along rose-hued
rough-cut walls
as candlelight began to come our way
through mists of frankincense in sway
and lavender,
orange and lemon oils
worked into handmade chairs
and cherry tables,
maple walls and oak-grained floor;
Incense burners on display
quieting louder sounds of fading AnthroPlay.
I had been warned
about this poly-creolizing array
to begin with a peace poem read
or sung
and, if a favorite of cooperatively gathered patrons,
then others might join in
sometimes swelling cadence
and harmonic rhythms
like I Have A Dream!
repeating what we've come to sacred share.
And so it was a well sung love song
for Earth,
of Earth,
and all Her EarthSoul Tribes
with and in harmonic sway.
Thanksgiving for sacred dawns
and dusks,
and all FirstForest creatures
and creations in-between,
And even nightmare absence of DreamCafes
for those still longing to belong
here,
where we are together planted,
here as now co-dreamers
of silent echoes
for just one solidarity moment
before reflecting voices
begin to stand
and sing fertile flowing anthems.
Voices speaking of love they heard
and felt this warm moist day
in Spring,
and who has come to mind
among WiseElders and Adolescents assembled
and nearby
here this dusky day
to rise above our sometimes polarizing fray.
And this
to my surprise
was how vespers invited nominations
for how best to continue ending our vespered day
for all who enter
this grace-filled DreamCafe,
and those nearby
eager to read all about it
come next NewDawn's greeting way.
You know how some woman have a panic attacks
Because they realize their days of having children are limited
Well young girls of the teenage variety have that same kind of fear
Yet it surrounds their virginity
You see it starts to seem like your missing out
Your friends are telling you what a joy it is
Yet you've never experienced it
It starts to get embarrassing
Cause by a certain age lets say 20
People expect you not to be
And even though your waiting for the right guy
None of your other friends seem to be
They seem to be in love
Falling all at the same time
And your sitting here lonely
Missing out
Not putting out
They don't understand how you feel
and they never will
The clock is ticking
It's time to grown up
It's time to finally be what you're becoming
A woman
You thought you were proud of still being
But when their reaching for condoms
and all you can do is smile
It starts to make you feel like
WOW
What does this all really mean?
Sadness comes over you
You have no idea what to do
No candidates to help fix this issue
Tick, Tick, Tick , Tick, Tick,
No fairy god mothers to prepare you
Life begins now...
And all you know is that times running out
You have to be parted or you'll lose all sense of self
I'm no longer a little girl
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
Regarding forgiveness, never had I heard it said in such a way as it flowed so gently from the lips of a wise woman today. From the innermost being of one so pure and noble and from one who surely practices the art of forgiveness came words most arresting and refreshing.
Unforgiveness can lay hold of its victims, forcing them into captivity for a lifetime; and in so during, no parties involved are benefited.
Regardless of the depth of our wounds or how inhumanely we have been wronged, to be truly free and whole, we must find a way to forgive others.
The wise lady said that we can approach matters of forgiveness like we deal with the loss of a loved one. We can allow the grief to saturate us to the point of never letting it go, taking it to the grave with us. Or, we can acknowledge the pain and sting of death, release the grief and move forward. Likewise, release the offending person and "move on".
The deceased one does not come back to life. The offense cannot be undone, nor does it go away any more than death or its sting of grief and loss. However, we learn to live with the loss and gracefully move on, thriving with the love of God in our heart. Also, we become candidates for the healing of others.
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Unquotable quotes Friends – XVI
Can friends also be lovers ; not certainly under covers.
Can friends do one another harm and stay calm ; not unless they have lost their sense of alarm.
Can you make a friend do what you will not do yourself ; what’s the use of having a friend who will not.
Can you ask a friend for a recommendation which will get you a better job than his ; if you were him, you’d check to see if the signature was his.
Can you ask the friend running the marathon race with you to keep you company until the end ; if he does, dump him before you take the last bend.
If you asked your friend to take your sick dog to the veterinarian’s and if he agrees, give him your chihuahua, your kakatua, your Siamese twin and your cochon d’Inde, for a start. Keep the anaconda for a little later.
If you have a friend who has a large family, especially of the right sex, ask him to bring his entire family to your nudist camp at the local beach for the club’s commemoration day ; if he doesn’t, he cannot be your friend, so try another ; if the fool does, make certain the battery pack for your movie camera is fully charged and within reach.
Can friends who know one another well enough share the same dreams ; yes, if they lick on the very same vanilla-flavoured ice-creams.
Can friends you call on the phone at home after hours not hang up before you do be trusted to fork out a loan for your mortgage payment ; if yes, then go and live with him or her at once.
Can a friend who backbites and carries tales about you be trusted to give your bride away at your seventh nuptials ? Yes, he most certainly can !
Can a friend who reviles his fellow candidates in an election primary be trusted to offer a longstanding friend a cabinet post in the event of a final resounding victory ? Indubitably, otherwise they wouldn’t be friends for that long anyway.
Can you let a friend take from you to give to a sworn enemy ; of course you can if you have been trying to get rid of her for a very, very long time.
Can a friend who never ceases to talk of having saved you from your friends be counted among your enemy’s best friends ?
Wives of friends who are always alone need to take up the trombone or trumpbone.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.
This poem is inspired by true events ... of
this fallen angel ... For she is the true
definition of "Fallen and Evil!" And I
personally had the honor of meeting
her ... up close and personal ...
and so have many of you!
So, here's to you ...
THE MANY LIES OF
"BROCELIANDE"
(PRONOUNCED AS
ROCELIN )
Written By: Tiffany Saxon
Misery, deceit, misplaced hate
which has lasted through the
hands of time within our
history.
For she is the queen bee of ...
manipulation,
hiding behind closed doors,
sinking her teeth into the prey
of many generations ...
yet,
There is no record of her
destruction ...
Only her venom that breeds
within our minds, veins and
closed eyes of the past, present
and future candidates of
corruption.
All stolen without knowledge ...
Good turned into evil ... Her
Signature of what is known as
the Spiritual abduction.
For
She Led many astray with evil
intent.
So,
Who is she?
The woman who whispers
sweet nothings in his or her
ear ...
While draining one's trust, love,
and energy ...
Sucking all common sense out
of one's soul ...
While posing as the
enemy.
But don't get it twisted ...
Because there are two forces of
evil ...
(Broceliande and Satan)/
( Female and male )
Now ...
That this is out in the open ...
Just know
That everyone has been taught
and enlisted.
Thus,
I come to you to warn you, that
she is the many faces of wars,
Arguments, incarcerations, loss
of life and more ... All mixed and
Calculated in the
Whirlwind of rotating doors.
So,
Open your eyes and see the
signs in others you may know.
Do you see any similarities in
your friends, families, and or
Foe?
Because if you do ... just
remember that
some are lost souls that have
accepted the thirst of evil and
have fallen in
to the approval of "THE MANY
LIES OF "BROCELIANDE"
(PRONOUNCED AS ROCELIN)
THE END!
I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of numerous sort,
And hard to decipher from the initial escort,
Some friends say I'm picky, some say too impatient,
Some say I'll never find that perfect creation,
But, since you are out there and obviously listening,
Let me inform you on what you are missing,
To begin, I'm not going to mention my looks,
Except to say I don't hide behind books,
I relate to those who find life very humorous,
And repel against those who embody the tumorous,
If you're searching for someone that can be predicted,
You will not find my image depicted,
Not that fickle or whimsical could be a feature,
I'm just a bonafide, certified interesting creature,
My view is that life has too much offer,
In addition to ways of filling my coffer,
It's like a candy store, with shelf after shelf,
And I'm the one in the corner stuffing himself,
But, wouldn't it be great if I could just find,
Someone to share with whom I wouldn't mind,
Now what should you be like, I've pondered this thought,
Over and over, I get so distraught,
Someone who's set and ready to go,
To do whatever it takes to reach that plateau,
But, if somehow we do not achieve as expected,
We'll work as a team to get it corrected,
Someone who relishes the quietest of times,
And smiles and applauds at my silliest rhymes,
Someone who climbs mountains and even climbs trees,
See, I told you that I'm not too hard to please,
To confront my claims with a subtle refute,
And to cause my big mouth to diminish and mute,
Someone who sees things different than I,
And is willing to say so without being gunshy,
As for children, I'm not looking for three more wise men,
But, it wouldn't hurt if one could win the Heisman,
Most of all, your love must run amuck,
Because there will be those times when I'm just a schmuck,
I know that you're out there, I'm just not sure where,
But, please turn and listen as I stand and declare,
I will search through the universe until the end of my life,
Until I find you, my lover, my partner,
My wife.
(1/11/93)
The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the sea
like seasonal belt.
I preferred to belt ideas to conclude the departure of imagination under
the wilderness wings of the soup, the night, where I power my thinking to
pink rose. I raid it to trade the sound of night that of my belonging, the
defame of fact to fiction looking strive to live under my enterprise.
I cajoled the swirl wind from the sea pointing to talon meek of jealousy
collided to collaboration the admiral salute me to the situation under the
control of my country where I encountered Taibatou, the couple of days
dash around the bush to the calabash of my thinking, it never too late to
buy the truth with bullets of fact. Shining light to the shift of action
to accost stirring on street with string of peculiar explanations shivering
mind.
Divining day wake with action sealed of blue cap contemplates the
Inflections of words to describe the caravan of chagrin mammals with tiny
ribs socket of sox seceded to sue the merchants of rogue. Daffodils color
purple with flowers morning millet of null to answers. The breads sandal in
my throat which I have to draw it with cup of tea to make the belly
Assault the pang of hunger and thirsty like tricycles moving from left to
right without clear definition.
The sound of broom from unwilling woman woke the master to dance to the
music, the imagination of life sings lullaby the stars smile like sinister
expecting spouse running on the door to dull the light. The coat of
Fabricated joke tore the night blowing scent, scene of stage amphitheater
Like Luke of contort fact to consortium benefit.
Why I have to wander the days sleep in the night wake up from the dream of
success flagship my empty heart drink August to clinch thirst. I sweep the
night to defuse tension that has been marrying me for Century of sentiment
mad of violence concrete of concerts connect direct to the desire night
cold as ice loud as bomb difficult as flying in the air without wings.
It was late at night
Perhaps a little past midnight
When arrived at last to my quinsy little house
And unexpectedly I was greeted by my friend The Mouse.
He looked so delighted to see me once more after a long day again
He told me I have an important message from the Queen and her counsel-men
It seems there was something for me to share with all the fairies, leprechauns and gnomes
Dwarves, half-lings, trolls, elves, pixies and dragons too for a better way to teach the children from Fairyland their ABC.
The Fairy Queen was concerned and worry of late,
It seems in Fairyland they were not enough teacher candidates
To teach our Fairy Children all over the land how to read
She had noticed that parents were just too busy, about this they all agreed.
So, she's now organizing an emergency meeting for all in Fairyland to attend as soon as possible
She realizes that this and other problems cannot be by her anymore acceptable
A meeting is to take place after she has consulted it by tomorrow with me
Everybody is invited by the Fairy Queen herself to come to the Fairy Ball Auditorium.
The Queen is planning it seems a most wonderful Fairy Ball after her council with me its over
So honored I am to be invited by the Fairy Queen herself as I always have been
After all I am Nindo, King of the Forest Gnomes and her Royal Adviser and most devoted royal friend.
Its clear that I am expected anyway by royal duty and command to this party to attend.
So I better let you go and say here my goodnight to you since I got so much to do now
I am sending back right away a Thank You to the Queen with a letter of you know-how
With all this carry-on and excitement I am just looking forward to a goodnight sleep
Tomorrow at break down I shall see again my Fairy Queen and for Fairyland our cares to keep.
Off I am going now for a wonderful night rest
I want to look better tomorrow, to be my best!
So happy I am to live here in this enchanting place we all called Fairyland
So close to nature with all my Little People and with the beautiful Fairy Queen that to us all here commands.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright2004
October,27,2014