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My country, the U.S.A. is not for men only but for all Her children
and that’s why I joined the military to protect this beautiful country
from all the foes who surround us.
To defeat the enemies
who wanted to quench the ever-burning torch
that our Lady of Liberty holds high in the air
I joined the military with pride.
Whether they are visible or not,
I must keep my vigilant eyes on enemies
go and attack their fortress before they attack us,
make them fall to the ground before they harm our Lady
who stands tall by the eastern shore of this beautiful country.
As a woman,
I know there are many different ways to serve the country
with feminine trends, do good to the society, add something
to make better for the future generations to come,
I chose to wear a military uniform, nonetheless.
Because I heard the horrible story of Peal Harbor
from my grandpa when I was a little girl,
I witnessed the fall of the Twin Towers
and the death of many innocent lives
only because they were American,
only because this country is unbearably beautiful
to the eyes of those covetous enviers.
I understand that
from the beginning of the history of our nation
to this critical hour of war on terror,
many lives were sacrificed to keep America strong,
there were many men and women who fought to keep America
as the country with the spirit of unyielding,
and that’s why I joined the military.
I am a proud daughter of America
the most beautiful country in the world.
I am a uniformed service woman of America
the mightiest country on earth.
Let us keep America for the people of America,
let us make our Star-Spangled Banners flutter
on the top of our nation’s highest mountains forever.
*For International--exclusively for U.S., Women's Day
--Isn’t She a Daughter of Oedipus?--
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a fallen prince,
who roams in the battlefield where the corpses of
defeated warriors lie gruesomely in streams of blood.
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a sibling who was
rejected by a sightless ruined old homeless man at Colonus,
who walks through the middle of a pack of hungry wild dogs
and a flock of huge winged covetous vultures
coming together for laying carrion.
Isn’t she Antigone? For sake of a brother Polyneices’ soul,
who kneels to the ground and moves the earth with her slender fingers,
dragging an armored corpse and covers it with dirt she removed with tears.
Isn’t she Antigone? who risked her own life because of sisterly fidelity,
and, now, thrown into a hole that is deeper than Oedipus’ eye-pits
to end her anguish, a miserable life; to close her abhorrent memories, the horrible ordeals; while hearing a tender, caring voice of a wandering soul from above
“mourn no more, my troubled child
weep no more, my beloved daughter”
You have a right to speak your mind freely,
and express what’s important to you,
you have a duty to make your words sincere,
and do what you must to speak the truth.
Also to protect those who would speak out,
even if with them you do not agree,
because if you try to silence them
then you’re a hand-maiden of tyranny.
You have a right to worship what you will,
to believe the dictates of your conscience,
and not to let this be taken by folks
who claim that your morals only offend.
To never spread what you are thinking
by resorting to harsh methods of force,
and to resist those who would do it to you,
live-and-let-live, as a matter of course.
You have a right to assemble, protest,
to demand redress for the powerful,
to remember no right is optional,
but those in government do wish to full,
and that your protest must respect others,
since they also have a claim to this right,
and should the oppression continue on,
you may have a duty to go and fight.
You have a right to keep and bear weapons,
to defend your life with great lethality,
you have a duty to own a weapon,
to understand it’s use in entirety,
to never us it unless there is no choice,
since a weapon only has one purpose,
to know when to use it, and if that time comes
to understand what happens when you miss.
You have a right to possess property,
to control all the fruits of your labor,
and a duty to respect the hard work
shown by the property of your neighbor.
To not let the success others have earned
drive you to a covetous jealousy,
to understand that all civilization
is based on people using their property...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
In the work of the Supreme God,
The Lord calls not the slothful and indolent…
…the proud and arrogant, the selfish and covetous…
…the faithless and doubting, the uncommitted and unfaithful…
…the disobedient and stubborn…
Oh, woe unto me: disqualified am I already!
In the mission field of the Sovereign Creator,
The Master welcomes those who see themselves…
…as nothing without the Saviour’s grace…
…as undeserving because of sinfulness…
…as unworthy, yet made precious by Christ’s love…
Oh, may God have mercy on me, as I find myself undeserving!
In the ministry of the King of kings,
The Almighty blesses those whom…
…He has called by His foreknowledge…
…He has empowered with His strength
…He has equipped along His instructions…
Oh, here am I grateful to the Lord for His compassion
For His goodness that enables* me…
Yes, I praise Him Who knows me fully well.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
July 8, 2019
Genuine contentment* is gain against greed's blight
Sans carnal cravings of selfish heart’s reign
While sufficiency bursts midst sharing delight.
Let’s chase not earthly wealth with temporal strain
Knowing that satisfaction matters most
Along kindness upon reaching-out terrain.
Grateful to God for blessings, heavenly dosed
Our spirits are filled with joy, serenely divine
As we care to give cheerfully, never to boast.
With prayer to keep our faith to shine
Bouncing from fall due to covetous heart
We now move on, fulfilling goodness-design.
Triumphantly contented to do our part
Every day is a fresh radiant start.
*1Timothy 6:6 ... Godliness with contentment is great gain. 1Timothy 6:11 ...O man of God, ...follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.
April 22, 2026
2nd place, "2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/2/2026
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No simile will be an apt story there
How the sky splashed the color within
Yet, his eyes and the depth of the blue, unfolding for a numerous times
In my wandering thoughts as the twilight is fading through the covetous time
And the days are a passing sory, long gone is she
And there, darkness settles in , slowly,
again and again
And the night blossoms in mayflower
As the stars fade away.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
Only, the other day, his love
Yard had a walkway, where she touched the grass
Hiding the handheld lamp
Along this way, she walked, and she had her lantern, too.
In darkness with the stories behind
Her face had a glow, in similitude
As an island in isolation, in an oceanic pulchritude
And here I am, now, facing the seashore
Waves and waves , they sound in uproar
And touch the land, only to return in shear grace of mother nature
And the seashore remain their broken dreams, a foamy dense moment, they clutter
As they know me now, in goodness, and they wished for me to be better
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
Spit and the Ocean
The sand spits at me as I walk
an uninvited interloper
content in my inane belief
I leave disappearing footprints.
Theft, pilferage, armed robbery,
committed in covetous collusion,
sunrises seared into memory,
plagiarized in dreams.
Thundering timpani of surf
rolling rounded stones,
salty chime of windblown sand
peppering the sea wall,
distant fog horn tuba -
ushers in the dimly lit aisles
following history’s lights
through shifting shoals.
The air shrieks, the ocean growls,
the sand burns, the brine stings,
the surf - in foaming rage - erases
all sign of my presence,
spitting as I walk away.
1/29/2016
Numbers
Life is measured.
How much can you do?
Whimsical ideas,
dashed to the rocks...
in favor of older methods, sure of return.
Courage beyond position,
ambition to prove out.
The candy eaten by giants,
whose hearts have long since,
been hollowed, to drink rye and stout.
Perseverance and tenacity,
a thesaurus for the soldier,
refusing to succumb
to brainwashing ads,
in denial of truth,
covetous of the darkness,
and all it's treasures, real and imagined.
Marked on cards,
and labels.
Soon under our skin.
For now...
just a pill to take,
and a world to make... their own.
It is no surprise,
we all die,
it is the line between
the counted...and the "thin".
Do not be among them,
if you can...in the end.
(The "thin": skeletal beings, still human,
but hard to recognize at first glance.
Just a note, demons do not take checks, cash or gold.)
Societal Issues & Perilous Times
By: Miracle Man
5/20/2021
Today, we are living in a world of chaos,
where many are engrossed in driving wedges.
Anyone who is different is fair game and racist.
Social justice, woke, and Cancel Culture is the narrative.
It’s like living in an old class B western movie.
Gun sales are skyrocketing, and many conceal carry.
We destroy past things and modify what we teach,
in an attempt to change History by polluting young minds.
Too many have the victim mentality seeking something free,
and demand compensation for wrongs that happened years ago.
Count your blessings and pray for our elected leaders
for truly we may be living in the last days.
Tom
2 Timothy 3:1-13 King James Version
3 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 Without natural affection, truce breakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, 4 Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; 5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, 7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
Dear Paladin Vampire,
I eagerly await our first indulgence,
that initial gaze into charming eyes;
All my life I have loathed being mortal,
for you daylight I would willingly sacrifice;
A courtship beyond my imagination,
rose hip covered sheets and being wooed;
We’ll leave fellow romantics covetous,
my Love offer me this entanglement!
Sunset spray painting us in the sky,
you can taste me and teach me to hunt.
Let’s get lost in a honeymoon of blood,
I’ll be devoted to every taste of it;
Sweep me away any way that you like;
Silken restraints and a neck nip,
few fathom this fetish a part of me;
My Love I have much left to reveal
must this fantasy leave me pining?
I fear more will serve to quell curiosity
so I bid adieu until you come for me;
I could wait but I’d really rather not.
Forever yours willingly,
- Melrose