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Some came by air
Some came by sea
They fought and died
So we could be free
The 6th of June 1944
Normandy a place in France
Operation Overlord or Neptune
Thousands took their last stance
Parachutists and gliders and
boats of all size
Thousands of soldiers met their demise
156,115 allied soldiers took part this way
75 years ago on D DAY
The beaches to name a few were called
Omaha, Utah, Juno and Sword
The largest allied beach invasion to date
So many died because of fate
10,500 allied casualties in one day
Fought for our freedom all I can say
Respect, hats of sir where it's due
I and others will remember you
REMEMBER RESPECT
Eternal love is considerate, in its presence ~ gliders grace with elegance—Poet
All true and deep love is a sacrifice—Carl Jung
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As winter’s snow drifts upon the meadows
I await the thaw, *
and the caw of the cockatoo
perched on the magnolia tree branch
White icy avalanche melting, *
nourishing the soil ‘neath the brittle bush
*
As the first cherry blossom blooms
An umbra of blushing pink
A white parrot whistles his tunes
Spring dissipates dark ink laden clouds
Left behind are the remnants
of snow squall shrouds, *
*
Fall's
* cascading
eminence
*
A new moon dawns
To defy autumnal of March
would be to deny
the swans of their elegant arch
Of their everlasting love
for each other, fidelities peace
As peaceful as the dove,
As loyal as geese
*
They roam, lead bird navigator,
social dominance his experience
Holds sway as an avian aviator
Riverboat pilot steering the helm
Like the migratory birds with no homes
find comfort on the majestic elm
In serene and bluest of skies
flocks fly in V forms *
Trailing birds ride an updraft effortlessly
glide along the breeze
While other birds fly aimlessly
Swanning over the hillside with ease
*
Gliding above the oceanside
are the seagulls without any destination
Robins let their tails
just brush the ground
To spat isn’t the mountain quail’s thing
Just charming chit chat *
Or a love song he’ll sing
The parrot in the cherry blossom tree
Elegant, considerate feathered friend so free
The whole world belongs to you
In warmer weathered early Spring
Butterfly leads my eye to other marvels
Marigold laughs, seeing my interest
I walk to the bee balm and visit with the bumblers
They are in a frenzy, competing for pollen
My yard is fully alive in June
Dragonflies nearly take off my head
Silent gliders, reminding me that spirit is here
Orbs would be seen if I was taking photos, but I am not.
I can feel the energy of my ancestors
Their approval of my four gardens,
Vegetables pushing through the soil
Ready for picking and plucking
The sun caresses my neck as I bend forward
To collect my bounty from the earth
Wind reminds me she is here,
Eager to entice my leaves to dance.
It was October 8
Hamas had crashed southern Israel's gate
Hang-glided in, guns ablaze.
Twelve hundred dead, and yet many gave praise.
Then a friend sent me a photo online,
Hang gliders coming in, made her feel fine.
She said "this is what decolonization looks like."
I shut my laptop, went on a ride on my bike.
And as I passed under a corridor of Linden trees
I thought, “Why doesn’t she live what she believes?”
Her home's built on what used to be Cherokee land
Why not dis-occupy, take that moral stand?
(chorus)
Don't just talk the talk
Walk the walk
Leave the land, if you have a conscience attack
Follow the logic and give it back!
Her roots are Dutch, with a bit from Spain,
A touch of Italian runs in her veins.
Self-deport now, so she won't live a lie
Get off Indian land, don't occupy.
I looked at the Palestinians here, can't they see
they're occupying land of the Pequot and Shawnee
Not to mention the Paiute and Shoshone
Decolonize this native land, go home!
I saw the demonstration of Antifa, wielding powered light
They shot them into the eyes of police, hurting their sight
They chanted "no border no wall"
and then added "no America at all!"
And I rode my bike past them and tore my hair
There's Cuba, Venezuela, unfortunates stuck there
Freedom once gone is hard to retrieve.
Why doesn't Antifa move there, live what they believe!
I climbed Mount Tam and looked around,
At fog and sea and sacred ground.
Was I rooted in truth or was I a leaf in the wind?
But I felt clean, though I have sinned.
(outro)
I know I’m flawed; I make mistakes—
But I walk the walk, whatever it takes.
Cosmic enthusiasm oozing at covert desert landing strip
We, Sedona's most aware, gathered in dream state,
Opening our minds in amazed glory.
Excitement mounts, as we begin to see our immediately recognized but never before met E.T. ancestors
who are returning to claim us as their most assertive by-products.
Ethereal night gliders, who have taken eon-years to return.
The hidden survivors of Atlantis hit the hidden landing lights
Sedona's secret airport returns to her former active state.
We, who have been led here in our dreams
Welcomed by our extraterrestrial sixth-fathers
Determined to take us to our forever home
I have never felt so delighted. My heart is racing in excitement!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRj9jUpKhRI
Gliding down the river of dreams we take to the ore
watching the last of the sunlight descend o'er the lake
Peaceful wings soar above our heads and we smile
as we shimmy through the waves with an easy sway
gliding down the river of hope alongside the drake
Striding the waters slow as can be we keep pace
with the swans as they slip through the stream
like white winged angels and velvet black swans
portenting the change through a sky made of lace
we are the gliders, wandering for loves own sake
Grappling with life, plucking our courage we slip
into the meld of the water, we amalgamate
shoring our Faith upstream we navigate
as we shimmy through the waves with easy sway
gliding down the river of hope, alongside the drake
we journey....5/10/2020
Toys of Yesteryear
Some of you have seen these.
Simple, beautiful toys.
Played on the living room carpet.
Sometimes on our knees.
Some right on an oil clothed
kitchen table.
No hang ups about the sexuality
of girls and boys.
In those days, we were all
considered equal and able.
This is prior to Priscilla PC and
Sammy SMART,
When parents did not call the
SWAT team when you dared
play with a dart!
There where wooden Chinese
checkers, oh,how UN-PC!
Try Russian nestling dolls.
Surely, designed by Oligarchs,
To overthrow the next
presidency!
How about a pair of Scottie dog
magnets, one black, one white?
Reverend Al and Jesse would
declare them a national blight!
Maybe a pair of balsa wood gliders?
Oh, no! Not those.
They'd be instructing us to be war
mongers.
Old Maid Card game, well how
about that?
No way, women's' liberation will
have none of that.
Funny, we never went around
hurting or shooting each other.
We actually read books and
respected each other as sisters
and brothers.
You don't need me to tell you
the vicious video games kids
play today.
The saddest part is, if it's
computerized, it's automatically
O.K.
The children don't realize they
are brainwashed into an AI
nation.
We adults need to see their
games have some human coordination.
The children see us stuck to devices
day and night.
Our pasty white faces, must
give them a fright.
Hardly a "Silent Night!"
Nobody in the house talking!
Each glued to a screen.
To many, this is just awesome.
For me, this loss in humanity,
is beyond anything, I have ever
seen!
November 27, 2019
~~Merry Christmas~~
** no category for toys. This is about toys.
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
Imagine a world if they made it first
Their want to dominate would continue to thirst
Heavy Water to be their goal
More innocent lives, more lost souls
The German want for Nuclear Arms
Brought them to, Telemark's charms
A county in scenic south Norway
If they achieve the world will pray
1942, at Vemork Power Station
Scientist boffins on the road to creation
Allied forces, intelligence heard
Sabotage on the tongue is the word
November 1942 Operation Freshman starts
The 1st British Airborne
From Wick, Scotland they part
Destination Møsvatn - frozen lake
Where hero's will land
For the worlds sake
But tragedy hits, the gliders crash land
Soldiers captured, now with German command
Gestapo interrogate these fathers and sons
On Hitlers Order
Machine gunned
Operation Swallow and Gunnerside
Norwegian and British commando pride
Take on this mission to destroy this plant
If they fail, they face German rant
Production impeded as they make their escape
To Ski to safety and dodge their drape
A decision is made to bomb the plant
143 B-17's, as many bombs grant
Many fail, to hit their mark
This Heavy Water terror in Telemark
Damage is little as the Germans act
Shipped back to Germany by boat and rail track
On February 20th 1944
The ferry ship SF Hydro is at the fore
Her laid-en cargo in railed tanks
By the grace of god, about to be sunk
Plastic explosive, alarm clocks
Ignite together as the Hydro rocks
As her Stern sinks, the tanks roll
Into the fjord, jeopardise German goal
All hero's they are to risk their lives
As this conflict of history
Is told from their eyes
To sabotage this plant and its Holy Water
And saved the world from Ultimate Slaughter
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
28th &29th March 2012.
Sandy saunter through virgin sands,
The trudging pathways lead me to beach lands.
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Slight drizzle from the clouds, into the coco nut grove I move, on the hammock to lie aback.
Blue carpets waves silently lie await to gala regattas,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas.
Beneath the tepid and warm waters lie melodies churned,
Now on whipped and agitated waters surf frothy strains upturned.
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Waiting and dormant lie sands virgin white,
Making love ,spread satin like, looks sand bright.
Water gliders and surfers , the sandy shores they crowd,
Skills and mind thrills by practice they are now richly endowed.
Ah Satan sees Natasha,
They are all competing Asha, Natasha, Trasha and handsome Pasha
PALINDROMES
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Ah Satan sees Natasha
By: Sashi .Prabhu (zeauoxian)