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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.
This autumn morning with the birds waking up
and the leaves changing is Election Day. I meet
Jane Trichter on the downtown train and discuss
Henry's upset. Her skin is soft especially her cheeks
and she is intelligent and sensitive. The subway riders
do not recognize their representative.
All week, at the office, I accomplish nothing substantive
but keep the aides and interns working
and cheerful. On Tuesdays there is always a wave
of constituent complaints, by telephone. One woman's
Volkswagon is towed and the police break in
to get it out of gear. Do they have that right,
can they tow even though no sign said Tow Away Zone?
It is an interesting question but I try to avoid
answering it. The woman persists and succeeds
in committing me.
The people at the office want to bomb Iran. A few Americans
held hostage and therefore many innocent women and children
pay the postage. It may be good classical logic to hold responsible
the whole society for the acts of a few, however, then
I must begin to expect the bomb and the white cloud that waits.
Apocalyptic visions are popular again
but we are more likely to thrash the earth to within an inch of its life
than scorch it to charred rock.
Corner of Church and Chambers,
German tourist's language, accent repels me
although I wasn't alive 45 years ago
and many sweet, great Germans opposed the crazy Nazis
but lately I've read Primo Levi's If Not Now, When?,
seen William Holden in "The Counterfeit Traitor",
have followed the argument started by revisionists
who say the Nazi atrocities never happened.
War brought many shopkeepers, bookkeepers close to their earth,
weather, seasons, death.
I see daily life as low-intensity warfare
as my father, the World War II vet, did.
Off to work we go. What is war?
Population control, mother of invention, diversion
from the work of making life permanent.
Today is Election Day and because it's a day off
for most municipal employees, the City Hall area
has been quiet and easy to work in. Henry and Jane
hold a press conference on teenage alcoholism.
Leslie, the other aide, who I'd like to draw
the stockings and clothes off of and feel her whole body
with mine, goes home with her mother, leaving me
standing by my desk with my briefcase at the end
of Election Day.
It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore
An honest cop fell of which there are a few
But it wasn't the cop that the movement slew
The lie is contested by those present, who saw
The ugly face stands exposed of the upholders of law
They tried to twist facts to make a point
In our country even post mortem reports can be purloined
Claims made by the force are inconsistent so far
The cop wasn't battered but it was the chief’s attempt to tar
Civil society and a spontaneous movement by far
He succumbed to cardiac arrest and possibly the atrocities he witnessed that day
Taken care of by civil society who sought assistance for his medical care
Humanity grieves whenever a life is lost
Foolish decisions by foolish men and look who’s paid the cost
There will be an inquiry, a routine government demand
But in this age of vendetta politics, the state will likely seek an innocent's remand
So vitiated is the administration’s vision today
For a cop’s death a political adversary will have to pay
But in that ill fated time there was only one villain in the fray
The rest were civil society gathered near Raisina Hill that day
Policemen on duty who had donned their uniform
Forgot the law and the oath they had sworn
Striking citizens in chilly December with water cannons and batons
They have to learn policing anew from more civilized nations
The collateral damage the chief spoke of like some Bollywood goon
Has exposed him for what he is – our national buffoon
Listen governments past and present
It is time the Augean stables were cleansed
If the freedom guaranteed by our founding fathers is not assured today
If the birthright of security that a woman needs is trivialized and frittered away
Lest ye forget the girl’s condition hasn't improved and remains critical
Time to introspect and delve into a mindset, still medieval
A handy tool to cover misdemeanours and serving well your political ends
Who turn on their masters and subvert truths for your petty gains
You in Government remember we are a billion or more
Our votes count – come 2014 and election day, you’ll be shown the door
COME ON DOWN TO THE GILDED AGE
By Roy Merritt
Come on down to the Gilded Age
We’ve crawled our way back
And we’re coming hard and heavy this time
So brace for the attack
Come on down to the Gilded Age
We got us a new status quo
Been wastin’ time for certain
Steal it all now and go
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Come on down to the Gilded Age
A new feller has made the scene
His appeal is rather uncanny
And downright obscene
Come on down to the Gilded Age
They love him north, and south
The Rust Belt for his promises
In Ole Dixie for his mouth
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Come on down to the Gilded Age
We got a reality show dictator
Whose toughest when he’s tweeting out
A big bad bully third grader
Come on down to the Gilded Age
No troublesome Mark Twain
To skewer us with his pen
The Fourth Estate is just inane
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Come on down to the Gilded Age
Hear the crazy see the snakes
But they give me a fearful image
Of the future United States
Come down to the Gilded Age
Your money or your life
We’ll be takin’ that money
The church be takin’ your wife
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Come on down to the Gilded Age
No Roosevelt but a Trump
But FDR he cared about us
Ole Donald knows we are chumps
Come on down to the Gilded Age
I hope you folks enjoy his games
As they’re about their looting
And settin’ us all up in flames
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Come on down to the Gilded Age
Stand up and deliver
For almost fifty years now
They’ve sold us down the river
Come on down to the Gilded Age
In history they’ll take note
On election day in 2016
We voted to cut our throat
And it won’t be long
We’ll be takin’ your home
No it won’t be long
Before we take your home
Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.
Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night sky.
All across world wide web
hope springs eternal
rocking and rolling creatures
woke out their hibernal
phase, where new year
rings optimism jockeys
to thwart diabolical, infernal
offal, venal... bare beer bellies
race with full bladders
elbowing way to nearest urinal.
Infinitesimal metaphorical eye blink
yet,... utopian wishes
transcending personal resolutions,
while champagne glasses clink
booze legitimated, liberated
to quaff another drink
who knows mankind, and
all species may become extinct
climate change if anthropomorphized...,
a party spoiler rat fink
aye bet same phenomena,
that also caused human missing link
wild hypothesis, I admit
yours truly did misthink
merely speculating as
fingers spuriously plink
MacBook keyboard
upon completion, I will uplink
rhyme without reason,
than succumb to zeeland,
where dreams conjured courtesy
rapid eye movement lidded wink.
Though veritable stranger
to thee dear reader,
I read dull admit,
nonetheless hope ya summon true grit
threading thru maze of life adhering
to credos, dogma, ethics... mostly legit
yet take to the activist streets
if necessary and ABSOLUTELY vote
if prior to election day,
ye complete eighteenth orbit
cuz, commander in chief,
he will not concede nor quit
power monger loathe
to relinquish presidency
grounding country into
Grade A s*¡t
(use your imagination, and
sure call this mister a twit.
All joking aside,
yours truly wishes ye well
write and share, cuz
no doubt you got lots to tell
plus the writing process
cathartic, fantastic, therapeutic
to express concerns, emotions,
far out predictions... eke quell
or greater than mine,
an ordinary garden variety fell
ho...ho...ho... within Schwenksville I dwell.
Seven year old Boy with a dream
Aspiration to become a Senator one day
At an early age, the young boy needed to know how with the specifics
He tried doing research on his own, but didn’t quite know the fundamentals with concepts
Politics has terminology all its own
The young boy tried to practice, practice and even act like a Senator
He didn’t have the formation stance that a Senator has
He needed to know what exactly how to serve his community
There was a Senator in his area
The young lad would often pass a Senator’s office, and this time would step in
The Elected Senator saw the youngster and asked could he help him
The young lad responded, “He wanted to be a Senator one Day, and wanted some pointers”
The Elected Senator responded with that is a tall order, and stated it takes commitment
The young boy had determined in his eyes, and the elected Senator saw where the young boy was serious
The Elected Senator explained the responsibility, legislative, and guidelines
The young lad was intrigued
Politics was being a captivation along with debates
The young boy now knew more and more about structural of politics and was now getting the basics
The teachings rolled on and on
Time has transpired, and now the young lad was now 17
That’s a long way from 7
The experience gained through Politics theory was starting to pay off
Wisdom and knowledge expel
Grown man with an ambition and was ready for the task being a mission set up and set out
His political campaign was a strategy to get votes and live his dream from the beginning in being an elected Senator and stepping on the floors of the Capitol in Washington, DC
It was election day, and the votes will be counted
Low and behold, the young then to now being the grown man getting the overwhelming vote to be an Elected Senator for his community
Thanks to “Thanks to WE THE PEOPLE” who put him in
Imagine one dream
Possibilities in one thought
One Elected Senator being the Mentor and Teacher
Victory making all happen in one aspect.
Dearest Brother Jerry.
Regarding our current government,
This has been a nation of laws
Based on recognizing the Creator God
Has given its citizens, that support its laws,
Basic freedoms, rights and privileges
I used my right to vote for Donald Trump.
I prayed that God would allow him to rule our nation.
And while driving across our county on Election Day
I was amazed at the people standing out on the street corners
And hanging homemade banners from bridges
Stating their support for Trump.
And listening to public radio commentators
Debating how they missed the Trump vote
Because they were all taught Ivy League philosophy
On how people should live and think as world citizens,
Which obviously is not the voter’s truth.
Our current President, to my knowledge
Never held public elected office or governmental position.
He formed a team of people with integrity and dismisses any
That do not hold to the requirements of our laws.
After a year in office, our President has
Shown strong national and world leadership
In our form of democracy,
Which educated societies are attempting
To gain in their more aristocratic countries.
He is not perfect; I do not prefer his communication style.
But he has gained the world’s attention and only one
World leader is currently publically threatening him.
By comparison our Past President was an experienced
Elected state and national official and an excellent public speaker.
My concern with him was that neither I, nor the world’s leaders,
Believed what he said because he did not follow through.
He was always seeking peace at any price.
He did not show strong support for our law enforcement and military.
And of great personal concern was his practice of
Worshiping with the followers of Mohammed,
Who have a significantly different moral code
And law than that which Jesus Christ taught
And which the founders of our nation generally held.
With my love for you for eternity,
Mike Dillenbeck
We should never mince words,
when speaking of politicians;
but instead, call them what they are…
completely delusional.
We listen to their speeches;
which are nothing more than,
fictional stories.
Every election day, millions rush to the polls,
to vote for the wooden head, that they think will…
actually work, for the people;
none ever do.
Every single time,
they work, only for themselves.
The people are consistently…
bamboozled by those,
ego maniacal, Ponzi princes in silk suits.
Democrat-schmemocrat; Republican-mumblycan;
they’re both the same…
they are their own, piggy banks
and they collect…way too much, from the poor;
including lives.
One would think that the next election,
would wake everyone up;
instead, people go back to the polls
and vote for the opposite party’s, wooden head.
They back and forth, flip-flop;
no one seems to understand,
that electing someone of a completely different party;
might have the potential to get something done.
People live under the delusion,
that they need to elect someone,
with business experience.
While countries have businesses;
they are not businesses, in and of themselves;
they are people.
People are not businesses that you can manipulate.
The farmer has experience, as does the soldier,
the banker, the baker, the lawyer and the teacher.
Every individual striving for a good life;
has some sort of experience;
ideas, plans and innovations to offer.
Those who run a country;
must have the foresight,
to see the people and their needs, first.
Seasoned politicians apparently,
see their own bank accounts and fame;
they revel in delusions of grandeur.
Elusive seems the idea,
that the people could form their own parties
and nominate, real human beings.
When the next election rolls around.
ignore the schmem’s and mumblies
and replace them with ordinary people.
Those that you know; in the know;
could be a refreshing change,
for the future.
He woke unto the morning sun
His halo cracked from sleeping wrong
For today’s the day elections take place
Today’s the day for the saving grace
He promised all that vote for him
To do what the current cant for them
The promise was to regain the throne
And destroy the devil so they could roam
Democracy still rules the gates
Every 1000 years a new challenger debates
As the ruler of the current prepares
To combat the challenger for the coming years
“I promise all that vote for me
To banish the bad unlike the hero you see”
These were his words to gain the votes
As all the angels gathered to hear the quotes
The current ruler stated this
“We need evil to balance” as there was a hiss
All the Angels heard this bliss
As the current ruler let his tongue slip
The challenger out of fury replied
“I think we have an imposter I tell you he lies”
Heavens population did not believe
As they thought it was a trick by the new one to deceive
The current one stated unto the crowd
“My fellow angels here me out loud
The one you see before my eyes
Is truly a devil in disguise”
The challenger now taken back
Turns to crowd and hastely attacks
“If that is the case why does he not see
Those horns around his head higher than me”
The crowd notices and begins to smeer
As the current removes his robe and gear
Revealing his true form unto his peers
Revealing scars of battles through the years
“What do you think of me now?”
I got these scars from fighting the you
I did my sentence now reformed to true
I used to be a devil but now I am like you
The crowd stood back and cheered him on
As forgiveness does reign in the kingdom
For he was right there needs to be bad
For without it there would be no reason to be glad
The challenger of good in shock and disgust
Relieved himself from heaven to dust
For now he is challenging the world down below
Who knows the new Satan could have wings and a halo
Form:
(I wrote this PRIOR to the election, but many of the same questions remain)
I cannot tell you where I stand,
I don't know what to think,
Our beloved country, USA
Is standing on the brink.
The candidates for POTUS
Are questionable, at best,
And I cringe to think what each might do
When they're finally put to test.
See, one is spreading vitriol,
The other lies at length,
And their affinity for bickering
Just saps our nation's strength.
They seem to have forgotten
They're supposed to be our "voice",
And the selfish aims they represent
Just further clouds our choice.
I've never been more worried
About the future that's in sight,
And what our votes may bring about,
Whether leaning left or right.
I'm beleaguered for my children,
And for my grandkids, too,
For this eventuate selection
Will impinge on all they do.
The problems that we're facing,
As a people and a land,
Have never been more critical
Than the issues now at hand.
Our economy and human rights
Are balancing on edge,
And terrorism spreads unchecked
As the caliphate is fed.
New racial tensions plague us,
Foreign policies are unclear,
Immigration needs attention,
Health insurance crises near.
Our defense systems are ailing,
Our penal system weak,
Our cyber systems vulnerable,
And crime has reached a peak.
Our preference is for party lines
Over unity, of late,
And it seems we've traded kindness
For animosity and hate.
Never in my memory
Has this country needed more,
A leader with true character
And integrity at their core.
Yet as we enter crunch time
The lesser evil seems the choice,
For our votes will have no confidence
As we lack a steadfast voice.
I wish our path was clearer
As election day draws close,
And I wish I could be hopeful
For the land I love the most.
So, I'm praying for a miracle
And a light to shine the way,
But I fear we're at dear mercy's sake,
For our beloved USA.