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From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 2001
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers
Eleventh of November is armistice day
A day in the year where we remember
Remember what I hear you say
The sacrifice of many far far away
They fought for freedom
Did not die in vain
Our lives would have changed
Those survivors still suffer the pain
The symbol is iconic
A red poppy is worn
This is a real topic
To remember those who's lives were torn
A sailor a soldier an airman involved
Whether supporting or on the front line
Thier stories must remain being told
They all signed up and hoped to be fine
Casualties fall in conflict
This is a fact of war
Surviving there is no trick
Heads up and do your tour
So when you see them marching through your town
With shiny boots and medals on thier chest
Give them respect and don't be a clown
These women and men have fought there best
Remember there not doing it for glory
It's for friends from conflicts they have lost
If you ask them of their story
Don't be offended if they don't host
Some may discuss there times away
Others may just clam up
Rest assured they remember everyday
If they do, please don't interrupt
This year remembrance falls on the twelfth
So when they are out and about
Salute and pray for good health
You may hear the Parade Marshall shout
British Legion FALL OUT
From my salty tears
Echoes of pain here
From my bitter taste
Troubles bind odd haste
From my acid tongue
Conflicts buzzing dung
From my careless streak
Silly substance tweaks
From my prison cage
Blind fear marks passage
From my poison deep
Damage castrates sleep
From my fallen place
Dreary doubting face
From my drama dread
Come plots walking dead
From my glimpses strange
Odd lines loiter change
From my weary slant
Lines of verse spice blunt
From my sorrow fresh
Floods plush poetic flash
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2018
Singapore
The phrase that annoys me the most is "we'll see..."
Can't I just have the gurantee?
This phrase is the cause of most of fights that takes place.
Because this is a neither yes and nor no case.
The phrase just hangs in there which leads to over thinking.
It might help postpone the decisions in the beginning.
But we all know how horrible are decisions made in a hurry.
They always leads us to worry.
But it's really easy and stress free to say this phrase.
You don't have to be anxious about the coming days.
You can avoid conflicts for a short time and 'we'll see' in the time ahead.
Most of us just want to live freely till the end.
So should I let myself loose or face the troubles?
Can anyone please help me with these struggles?
Forgiveness releases conflicts and has a clean soul effect.
Only positive thought may repair broken relationships
Resolutely communicate after cooling down
Grievances must be put aside in order to pardon.
If you've apologized, you are indeed good.
Venerate to be able to forgive various rage of life.
Elevate peace, embrace, and aid in the exorcism of evil spirits.
Be excuse-making let penance be, and you pretend.
Unflappability; not in a short period of time afterward
Tolerance demands you to have a twisted, restless mind.
Normal person suffers in a sick culture and is not tolerated.
Explore a lawful premise to assist with the goal of relationships.
Victim is punished by his ego, enraged, and seeks retribution.
Each battle is never finished until the moment it ends.
Resilience is the same as confidence, and confidence is faith.
Forgiveness is more valuable than the wrongdoer's harm.
Others are cruel to you. Promise not to let hatred consume you.
Reconciliation based on honesty is better than just respect.
Gain excuse and sensitivity as you stream quickly and nimbly.
Even the solid might be forgiven; strong men tend to disregard.
Thusly, one may enlighten others while slowly healing himself.
written: May 28, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
We were made to live life out-loud;
We were made to survive the pain, and the conflicts.
We were made to overcome evil.
Destined to endure.
Live despite obstacles and roadblocks.
Yes, we feel our pain: We learn; We pray, we cry.
We turn our face toward our creator.
Sometimes the lesson learned seems an
unbearable price to pay;
We feel in hindsight this thing that has
happened was avoidable;
Yet now there is nothing we can do about it.
Certain life altering circumstances choke us.
But we must forgive ourselves,
Though it is easier done than said. Say it anyway.
Don't continue condemning yourself with curses.
Begin to live with it,
use it as a milestone for correction.
How well we have learned
our lessons, and able are
To be prepared for the next phase;
Be our only answer to the questions.
We must love fully,
redemption is in
Forgiving ourselves and others.
Be thankful for what we have left.
Protect what we have left.
Above all do not ignore those we have left;
For they are suffering too.
We must live out-loud, speak out-loud;
Love out-loud, and give all of ourselves;
To those that we cherish.
As a new day begins,
Love has not perished.
A new chapter is written:
A new lesson is learned,
or a former test reappears;
We have no reason to repeat
it a second time.
For we have learned well.
Knowing our living, and in our loving
Has not been in vain.
Neither will our dying, be for naught.
With a new Attitude.
We journey forward
as we begin to Live out-loud-
For those whom death has silenced.
As we begin to love out-loud-
For those who are still
Thrive among us humans, for those
Left in our care. and...
Whose hearts have;
Been also entrusted to us.
Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed
When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed
For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace
They bring olive branches to help wars cease.
Doves also represent the joy of love
The golden gift from heaven up above
They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate
Then build a nest for them to populate.
Doves sing their song to tell you that they're near
A song that's soothing and moving to hear
Their musicality is a calm balm
Alike listening to a holy psalm.
Stay as innocent as doves Jesus said
Never let evil thoughts enter your head
Doves appear when one has a troubled mind
On angelic wings, bringing love sublimed.
Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts,
the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution
in the center of curiosity's conciet
where birds bleed songs of azure agony,
madness remembers the melody of a midnight march
to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and stress
as Death sits solemnly thumping it's cranial cudgel methodically
atop drums taut with elephant hide,
a child approaches through the Hippodrome's east chamber
juggling three radiant orbs, omni, omega, ovation,
the audience of thousands uproars unanimously
when Hate, Love & Fate manifest as beasts of the best brutality
encircling the child with a primordial hunger in their bellies,
their handlers cocky and competitive, controls the animals with elements
such as air, fire & water, one by one they rush the child
with violent intent, in their hearts victim & victory are synonomous,
the tiger repelled by the fire of the child's imagination,
the bear repulsed from the whistle of his innocence,
and the lepoard refrains from the current of his youth,
in the balcony, Venus and Mars applaud proudly for sagacious survival,
acrobats appear, the grey one Fatigue, the green one is Resolve,
despite loathing each other they must be team or die from the heights,
gasps from a crowd caught in a conspiracy of soul piracy
as self destruction stands cackling on the arena floor with his anger crackling red,
attempting to whip the hands of the acrobats with a dragon's tail
encrusted with the crushed vertebrae of cowardice,
he strikes their wrists but they secure the dizzing stunt in defiance,
cheers collide with the chimera of acrobats transformed into an eagle's scream
while the Master of Ceremonies welcomes the women of warhorse wishes,
J.A.B.
Written: July 1st, 2023
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This daring is the essence of a fighter.
Most clashes to come in this epic writer
With all my might, I swing my sword.
If right and wrong collide sans chord,
But true conflicts run deep.
Beyond the realms of dark and white,
A complexity that I must reap,
In shades of gray, my battles ignite.
In this enormous and endless universe.
My life's start and close are diverse.
These ties are firm and can't be torn.
One life is such a note in my glorious scorn.
Harmonious and grand,
Surrounded by those who understand,
Integral parts of my eternal being,
Together, in this symphony, we are seeing
Time, a mere illusion, is subject to my sway.
Every choice I bear shapes their fate.
A power beyond the passing days,
Destinies intertwined, forever tied to one gate.
Confronting fears, I find my true might.
Unveiling the greatness hidden in sight
Transcending the limits of passing time,
Unleash the warrior's true essence, undimmed.
In the depths of my soul, courage takes flight.
As I face the shadows and the darkest night,
Each fear conquered is a step toward the light.
Embracing my power with all my might
No longer defined by the ticking clock,
I rise above, no longer locked,
In the chains of aging and decay,
I am timeless, forever in sway.
With every battle, I grow strong,
My spirit soars, my heart beats on,
In the essence of a warrior bold,
A story of battles yet untold.
A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary.
A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness
through barriers of her cryptic veil.
Echoing tremors of her broken soul
gently charmed his hardened heart.
Enraptured by her enchanted tears
he joined her capricious journey.
Her enigmatic elegance inspired his
zealous zealot pen to ooze musings
praising their charismatic camaraderie.
Drifting into the anomaly of her mind,
he became a victim of a Freudian slip.
Voices tormented her malinger mantra,
suffocating her into a maudlin malaise.
Reprehensible words led to bruised ego,
unjustifiable actions led to lonely silence.
An aroma that expired with her last petal.
A poet's soul lays in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary.
Silent One
Simple Musing
23 January 2018
Freudian slip
a slip-up that (according to Sigmund Freud) results from the operation of unconscious wishes or conflicts and can reveal unconscious processes in normal healthy individuals