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Americana Panorama
Land of the free
Home of the brave
From sea to shining sea
In between golden waves
From the fields farmers plant
Across the vast Mid-West
In this Americana Panorama
Northern cities touching sky
Scrapers lighting up the night
As the Carolina shore
Echos back the oceans roar
Along the Texas plains
Where freedom loves to sing
In this Americana Panorama
With the Grand Canyons openness
To Alaska's wilderness
The mountains majesty
Powerful in its reach
In all the time that's spent
There's no other way to live
In this Americana Panorama
The colorful blue fescue
On a Kentucky afternoon
Under a Live Oak tree
With Spanish moss as company
To the California sunset
Being the last thing said
In this Americana Panorama
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
The real America is not divided into states of red and blue.
The real America is united stripes of red, white, and blue.
The real America is 50 states, and each one is a shining star.
Like an ever-winding river, she flows from sea to shining sea.
From high on the Great Divide, she descends, inspiring and serving.
Through canyons, valleys, and lakes; over hills, prairies, and swamps;
From mountains high, she watches the wanderers and the weary,
helping them to find an abode under the sun, a place of belonging,
a home of their very own. And she offers them hard work,
opportunity, and freedom, not entitlements and handouts.
The real America has already been greatly blessed by God.
Presently, my most humble request is that God will graciously
hear our humble cry to be saved from ourselves.
082224PS
young people all across this country
(The United States Of America),
this middle aged papa doth adore
stand arm against
pervasive arms that didst bore
un-necessary slain school students
robbing society of core
as unwitting targets,
sans vibrant youths
forever snatched to enter door
of homes, where loving
kith and kin no longer behold
a cherished biological product
lowered six feet under into cold
terra firmae, where Mother Earth
entombs the fruits
(ripened to their prime), now...en fold
did taken down by random bullets, which gold
din precious person murdered,
where maniacal gunman didst hold
down the trigger, which high powered weapon
loosed asper indiscriminate aim
mass destruction
of sons and/or daughters killed fired,
whence slug didst claim
another abhorrent statistic
from easy access snatching a darling dame
or handsome lad, while soundless horror
many a countenance
doth non verbally exclaim
the profound sadness,
now murdered offspring
solely enshrined within picture frame
where sorry lost life haint no board game
yet, random dice throw
courtesy of second amendment
fuels American's passion
asper right to bear arms, particularly re: cent
spate of wanton mounting killed
(within storied halls of academia)
spurred many well organized national event
reached a tipping point,
where lock, stock and barrel deadly age gent
brought together this day
(March 24 th, 2018), an immense crowd
staged across America within major metropolitan areas
(from sea to shining sea) with actions loud
her than words,
suffusing this older dada to feel proud
unsure if thine eldest progeny joined
the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
swell organized protests, which wowed!
The Stars and Stripes
By Franklin Price
9/3/2016
The Stars and Stripes our nation's Flag
Represents “for which it stands”
Not for the issues facing us
Here and in foreign lands
Represents not what out country is
But what it ought to be
A shining light for all the world
From sea to shining sea
Through many battles overhead
Flew the red, the white, the blue
Many died respecting it
You should respect it too
Not a soap box on the ground
But in the wind to freely wave
How some are using it today
Has founders turning in their graves
If you can't give it honor
Maybe you should leave this land
Don't sit stupidly in protest
When it's honored by the band
Stand and place your hand on heart
Sing the anthem if you will
Leave this country, if you can't do that
You have no respect, I've had my fill
In America's heartbeat, a rhythm's found,
Of dreams pursued, and freedom's ground.
From cities bold to small towns' charm,
A nation's spirit, in every single form.
Diversity's strength in every face,
United voices, in a hopeful place.
Innovation sparks, progress leads the way,
A land of chances, for a brighter day.
In every challenge, resilience shows,
A people rising, where courage grows.
From sea to shining sea, the land's alive,
With hearts so open, and a spirit that thrives.
America, a story of dreams and grit,
A nation built on hope, where hearts commit.
With freedom's torch, and hearts so bold,
A nation's journey, where stories unfold.
The good, the brave, the hopeful, the free,
A land of opportunity, for you and me.
From history's lessons to a future bright,
A nation's promise, in every single light.
In America's melody, voices blend,
A symphony of dreams, where all can tend.
With hearts united, and spirits high,
A nation's heartbeat, echoes across the sky.
From classrooms buzzing to fields of gold,
Dreams take shape, where young minds unfold.
America's future, in every single hand,
A nation's progress, across this promised land.
In diversity's power, the nation stands,
With hearts so open, and helping hands.
Communities thrive, where kindness leads,
A nation's strength, in love and deeds.
With innovation's spark, the future's lit,
A nation leading, where dreams take a hit.
From tech to arts, the creative play,
America's spirit, in every single way.
America's beauty, landscapes grand and wide,
From mountains high to oceans' gentle tide.
Nature's wonders, a treasure to share,
A nation's pride, beyond compare.
The people's voices, a chorus so clear,
In every vote, the nation's future's here.
With rights defended, and hearts so bold,
A democracy's heartbeat, worth more than gold.
In times of need, hearts come together fast,
Support flows freely, like summer's warmth at last.
A spirit of kindness, a willingness to share,
A nation's goodness, beyond compare.
A land of liberty, where dreams take flight,
With hope as fuel, and hearts alight.
America's story, in every single part,
A nation's journey, with a hopeful heart.
I am the greatest adventurer the world will ever know,
Just take my hand and off we'll go.
I have been to the mines of Moira,
To the very center of paranoia.
I have been to London and France,
I highly recommend it if you get the chance.
I have been on crime cases that would make your skin crawl,
I have spoken Elvin, Dwarfish, and with a Southern drawl.
I have traveled the world and have seen what only a few can imagine,
I have visited times of great plague and came back without a single contagion.
I have been to the great city of Oz,
Over and over I have fought for the rebel's cause.
I have sailed from sea to shining sea,
I have been imprisoned, I have been set free.
I have been to the Emerald Isle,
Been paddled on a throne across the River Nile.
I have battled fallen angels and demons by the ton,
Never giving a second thought to safety, never feeling an inkling to run.
I have met fantastic creatures far and wide,
With a few persisting I should be there bride.
I have fallen in love by the light of the moon,
I have had death promised to me sooner than soon.
I have given in to the monster within,
I have loved women, I have loved men.
I have learned how to be docile, I have learned to be a fighter,
I have learned when to loosen the rope, when to make it tighter.
I have learned when to die, and when to kill,
When to yell, and when my tongue should be still.
I have lived by lakes,
And felt winter's first snowflake.
I have lived in castles and in shacks,
I have fought the law and fallen through the cracks.
I have lived in mansions on hills,
I have watched flowers bloom on naked window sills.
I have traveled to planets people didn't know exist,
I have accomplished every single item on my bucket list.
I have visited the moons of Jupiter and Mars,
I have suffered both physical and emotional scars.
How have I done these impossible things you ask,
It was far too easy a task.
I simply opened a book and broke its spine,
Closed off the noise of the world, and opened my mind.
Tonight there is no telling where I will go or what I may see,
But you are more than welcome to come with me!
Woe Betide The Forgetful…
Though the body be weary and tired,
the soul burns with everlasting energy.
To where we have come,
much farther remains to go.
The Moses exodus;
Noah’s unchartered course;
pale the journey ahead.
Crisscrossing Middle Passage streams
put Bermuda Triangle to shame.
To hell and back carries much pain.
In the crosswinds of changing seas’ seasons,
we can no longer ponder where we go;
but to where we must inevitably be.
We can only be where we are to be;
because we were born to be free—
By any means necessary.
From sea to shining sea,
we shall be free.
Not like the shorn lamb
or possum player—afraid;
but like the Loin of Judah
and Cobra of Shiva,
we shall strike back.
Free at last begets bitter entombment.
Freedom now begets sweet resurrection.
Remembering Pearl Harbor
By Franklin Price
12/7/2015
Remembering Pearl Harbor
It was nineteen forty one
The signs were staring at us
The holocaust begun
Fanatics taking over
From sea to shining sea
The masses were ignoring
The war that was to be
It was early in the morning
The bombers flying in
Sinking ships and killing
The fighting to begin
Not a lot of difference
Of what we're going through
The killing and the terror
You see it's really nothing new
If we don't address it
And fight it when it's small
It soon will lead to World War Three
You see history says it all
Canadian flag to the wind
virgin coasts to explore
canoes loaded with easels
paintbrushes and pigments
from sea to shining sea
rock islands scattered
nature self regenerates
untouched and pristine
through eyes of an artist
and lens of adventure
jack pines stand proud
their might and their grace
moved and inspired
in national colors
awe splashed to canvas
immortalized pride
pure wilderness
recorded in stillness
fresh mirror of canadiana
stylized called our own
the timely birth of a
west wind movement
birthe the distinct national art
of the iconic Group of Seven
AP: 3rd place 2020