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In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php
His is a canvas of white open sky
A stroke of his brush, and the magic begins
A shade of blue with a tiny red dot
Worn on the forehead like a forget me not!
Growing into an orange ball rising up
He juggles the sun and the morning dew
As I doze in the first rays of dancing sunlight
Twisting till he opens my curtained sight!
A stroke of silver as lightening flashed
Shattering my reverie, as it bypassed
From out of the blue a changing hue
He bent my gaze, of course
He has the ability to do that too!
This kaleidoscopic painter
Shaping colours on a canvas sky
Requesting my total attention
Hypnotizing me as I look upward
in his direction!
Bursting out, arched like a bow
As he keeps pulling out a rainbow
from his funny cloud shaped hat
I put my hands together to applaud
The greatest magician that ever was!
28.8.22
The Devils Advocate Ii
***********The Devil is Hipe'*********
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I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..
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He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
-Fore-
He has a Handy
Forget Me not
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He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
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These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
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Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
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Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
AMEN
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
Changes in weather are mostly to cold.
So much harder to do as we grow old.
When done, we regret not doing it sooner.
Dillydallying, a renowned late-bloomer.
Change is oft forecast as a gentle breeze,
Refreshing our spirits, setting at ease,
Offering rewards of a brighter dawn,
With lives uplifted, with good hope reborn.
But change can be fierce, its tempest untamed,
Shattering the foundations, leaving hearts maimed,
For the quest for self, leaves others behind,
Well beyond what changes you had in mind.
What's forgotten is changes' daisy chain.
All the forget-me-not strung out to blame
You for the chain reaction that change brings
With its bunch of unintended bad things.
Remember that in the change are keepsakes,
That can get blitzed to pulp in quakes and shakes.
The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans
As we stand and salute the Saltire, by the side of their Highlander man
Such a Princess exists, in a far away land from the Scot's
To our shores we'll grace her beauty, once seen, forget me not
Onclaud, by the name Nette, shall stand by her Alba man
Upon a Ben she'll stand so proud, admiring the lands of her married Clan
She'll walk through purple heathers, thickened by natures sun
Amidst ferns and ancient bracken's by burns so crisp in run
By her side he stands this man, kilted displaying his kin
Claymore at the ready to grace his enemies skin
His Queen, their Kingdom, their Castle, resting on the shores of the River Ness
Overlooking forests and greens, salmon runs in richness finesse
When the night befalls these lands, in the Kingdom of the Lochs and Glens
It's understandable as to why they be wooed, by these historic Highlander men
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I saw you standing by tree holding on to the leaves and folding your hands as the untold mystery with bare back and rocks walk through the wood looking for the man.
I stand aloof in the dark waiting for you to cross as the elephant cut through the tree leveling thick woods across the river, braking branches sweeping over dry grass while the minstrel with its fiery steps march towards the wood, beating drums and ringing bell to appease the devil in hell.
The clouds suddenly open wide spewing warm water from its side, filling up ditches and alley, back street and Corner Street and bursting up the leeves, such is the job of nature; you can walk with or embrace it.
I long for the day to come when I am no longer on the run. I will breathe fresh air and frolics on wet sand and ride the big waves on a sun drenched island. And early in the morning I will have continental breakfast on the balcony with my mysterious family. I will and screw the daylight out of the fool as it gathers the tools and raise you to another level of consciousness.
The wind is blowing lightly through the fields and I can feel your heart catering to my needs, reality is just seeping in and the lights are growing dim. At noon the sun raises its voice in the sweltering heat sending rockets through the sky and landing on thin air. I can see you over the horizons briefing strong men and women of velour with daisy and buttercup and forget me not and the lotus staring at the age old cactus.
Good deeds cannot be forgotten and some stories cannot be told the sweltering heat is rising from the east and the passage is opening into the deep. The mud is gathering in the trench and lions are thrown out of the den, their Jaws and teeth are broken and their hands and feet are severed. They cannot harm you again and they can never disturb your family or your friends. The water is receding and secret is revealing, I will see you next evening.
When you come to the door walk slowly beneath the wind and listen carefully to the bangs, the rustles, the hoots and the toots and take off your shoes, choose your words carefully balance your mind and you will find the harmony in you.
“Do me well,
Do me no harm.
Do me well,
Treat me like no stranger.
Do me good,
Don't make me sad.
Do me well,
Forget me not.”
I painted worth gold to be stolen,
I gather the thieves to my mind.
Desperate enough just to be reminded,
For what I have found I cannot find.
It was an orange marmalade,
A tea for a throat, to impress.
Yet, it was also a bitter gourd,
My aching head when distressed.
Colors find it apealing to stick onto,
Music does the same too.
It was when my feet was walking with another pair,
It was a treasure chest I somehow placed down somewhere.
Oh, but I am excited to see it again,
I need no longer thieves for my sake.
I need locksmiths to see a painful friend,
One who breaks my heart when it spake.
Oh, how painful it is to feel once again,
The prickly fruits I ate, and the tears I drained.
It was my treasure, my ‘was’, ‘is’, and my ‘were’,
A golden poison no one knew it could be shared.
All for a nugget of gold, I once again suffered.
All for pain I wish not forget.
For I feared that if not felt, then not remembered,
And so, for it, I was again am wouded and bled.
Just for a coin of a happy face,
Just for a key to a solemn place.
Just for shoes that once ran in chase,
Just for a lovelorn warm embrace.
"Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." (John 20:29)
THE BLIND GIRL
(painting by JOHN EVERETT MILLAIS)
Let me lean into the light
feel the fulgent sun on my face
I came here to rest
for some time
before I go asking for alms again
They say we sing well
we sync well too
my sister and I
She's hiding inside my shawl
safe from all sorrows and stress
She says the sun is 'blinding'
To her maybe
As for me, it caresses and nuzzles
in a way nothing else can
The Spring breeze brushes me
as I fondle that sweet grass
Sometimes I grow 'green'
because I can't admire God's beauty
like you
but here, in the silence
I find peace
She says she can see
a double rainbow
I can feel its brilliant glow
The rain is past
and so is the darkness
It's time for the Sol
time for my soul to rise
Oh! Something stills me
A butterfly alights!
I am moved beyond words ~
A miraculous sign beyond sight
I clasp her hands closely
we're going to Winchelsea
with our concertina and chorus
"Pity the Blind"
But right now, right here
no one should pity me
I am sparkling with hope
the Light has found me
We're joyful together
We'll face any weather
As the cattle graze
and birds gather grains
'Forget-me-not'
Forget us not
We're here to leave an important imprint
an impactful impression
We ask and receive
daily divine blessings
Now, we can go on gospelling
dispelling fears through our hymns
The shimmer after the shower
refreshes and revives
Joy is found here
beneath the sun
beneath the rainbows
Love is where 'Light' is...
-Noble Game-
Ah!-i get to play the pig again.
This female game where you cannot win.
..delicate moment-awkward silence.
This where she gets to say she is sorry
- bloody phone rings...
Cannot nuke it,
i need the damn thing.
My pride gets to drive you to your sister.
Coming back I park the car,
at the bar...
Oblivion gets to drive me home.
Homesick garden just forget-me-not.
On my knees, i get to pray please but God forgot-or not..
Now my baby is my guitar.
Wow my lady, play me sad.
Tuning up the tension then the E-string snapped!
(Is it just me or is'nt there any E)?
Another no win.
Another no ball game.
Sorry God, sorry Gheet, sorry me, sorry wife.
I get to be alive- so I can get to play the pig again
Somebody loves me, but never feels me
Someone feels me, yet loves me not
That’s my life! what a pain I am in!
Anyone dares to fancy that?
One day I will just take off
Love I quest for, every place of earth
On a field of barley, a bed of golden sorrows
You will find me lying on
Like a tumbled trooper bloody and bruised
Yet my faith remains unshaken and brewed
Promise I will rise and say goodbye
And will never turn back
I wish you well, all your fears in quell
Please forget me not
Remember everything around us
One day will crumble and crush
From the house in derelict as I did predict
Promise I will rise, rescue your treasured life
And say goodbye
But I will never turn back