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From a moon sized empire to an island
mentality never fear or frightened
punch above our weight not silenced
England will have always survived
The Empire was dominant
stretching every continent
gone now but for one constant
the British always confident
England doesn't need an official anthem in my eyes
other countries do for identity and pride
an anthem and flag used to unify
their story sung as their flag fly high
boasting their national tale in song
boring all for four minutes long
in a language no one outside their country understands
a false sense of belonging and being with their land
without no one would know who they are
even they would feel as though apart
not all countries have been blessed as far
as our island always taking part
WE ARE ENGLAND
EVERYONE KNOWS WHO WE ARE
WE DON'T NEED THIS STAND
OUR BEING IS NOT STARVED
So embrace this as no other alike
no country can stand and not speak pride
and have all no what they are like
so let the unofficial songs be our right
a song about a Queen with no power
and a God none of us believe in
patriotic songs don't create finest hours
we are so proud it's not our needing
we should never adopt patriotic lyrics
other countries caught up in these gimmicks
we've 7 anthems while one is their limit
WE ENGLAND DON'T NEED TO MIMMICK
9/6/21
"Rogue"
What a joke
Yet it's not a hoax
It's getting gross
Folks constantly at each other's throats
Quick to brag and boast
Making an out of pocket comment after another croaked
It's not all cloak and dagger, stay woke
From coast to coast
I took notes
And moved around like a ghost
At times I cut it close
And almost
Was toast
It's been difficult to cope
Addiction is a slippery slope
While walking a tightrope
Continually took a toke
And saw the smoke
Fly high beside a giant Oak
There's been no antidote
Yet another beer plus a Jack and Coke
For a long time been down bad and broke
Either I sunk or float
Remaining dry or soaked
Nope I didn't see, or I saw it through the scope
Happens in each and every zone
Humans always out to pick a bone
Obsessed with the throne
Fast to throw a stone
Don't come at me with that tone
Like you've gone down the same road
Yet you're just continuing to drone
And similar to all these other clones
Only if needed speaking in code
Intentionally went rogue
Otherwise from others my cover would've been blown
I should've known
It'd be like this even inside home
As well as all across the globe
In others hard to place trust
At times this world seems to be far from just
In and out of many ruts
I've been unscathed and got many cuts
Many fast to cuss
People causing a fuss
And to spill their guts
So that it throws another under the bus
Yup, I'll tell you what
I know this world can be nuts
There's no if ands or buts
Struggles and triumphs in life as well as with earning cash
One disconcerting fact
Learn that, there's no turning back
This all is hurting bad
And turning sad
Yet still all this disturbing crap
I thought for once it was one thing we were working past
Just kidding, since the dawn of time it's been determined that
Still we treat each other worse than trash
Often gunshots, getting burned or stabbed
Among all the curving paths
Long before you're gone, some have said goodbye;
they start to look beyond you as you age.
You slowly disappear before you die.
They look you up and down; subtly imply
you're no longer fit to earn a real wage.
Long before you're gone, some have said goodbye.
Looking back with fondness and a little sigh
once, who and what you are were all the rage;
you slowly disappear before you die
No longer star or even the standby;
before you knew it, shifted off the stage.
Long before you're gone, some have said goodbye.
Although beyond belief, you can't deny;
the younger in your book; have turned the page.
You slowly disappear before you die.
The sun, though low, still glimmers in the sky
so why, you ask yourself with just outrage,
long before you're gone, some have said goodbye?
You slowly disappear before you die.
We said goodbye to Mosel
My beloved wife and I,
To the fast flowing river
Under its wide open sky;
The long steep bergs where
We helped pluck the vine?
And the very next year tasted
Our labour’s sweet white wine;
To the Cochem Ice Parlour
We visited every stay,
Its mouth watering products
A highlight of any day;
To the quiet village of
Mosel valley charm
That Welcomed us
With open arms;
Goodbye to the family
Of friends of many years,
Silent long hugs as
We held back the tears.
The promised short year
Very nearly now gone
As terminal cancer had
Marched inevitably on.
Goodbye to the valley where
Love had matured and grown,
Too many special memories
For me to return on my own.
At the end
Death was kind
For she slipped
Into her mind
Sleeping through
To the end of her race
With such a smile
On her face,
And I wondered
Could it be
She’d been roaming
The Mosel with me.
the old sea-pool churns out fun
frantic heads flick side to side, limbs flashing, thrashing
some are slicing, cutting through
elegant submariners chased by water-wake
here is one of distinction!
stylistic splasher, appendages pummelling
plunge under, submerged from sight
absent for longer than you are prepared to look
where is he? where's goggle-eyes?
he's there on the diving board, arm and body poised
launches out, " Dymo " diving
flat trajectory, depth-charge slap, bow-wave rippling
then disappears down the years
is that really him? no goggles, the next-door house
distinctly in there somewhere
reclusive, settled deep in the parental home
comes up for air, now and then
bicycle scuttles by, too fast, no time for talk
submerged by night-time shadows
the rare morning breaks, he is there! so have a word
chat about those poolside days
glimmer in his eyes, about to say, turns away
hasty retreat back through time
" Dymo's " really gone now, submerged, bow-wave rippling
days merge, weeks, months and decades
we misplace our keys to unlock the present now
cascading hullabaloo
our minds fill up with noise, too much whoosh, too much din
frustration bangs the door
we exasperate, repeat our repetitions
submerged below the moment
grasp at recognition, at memory sticking
immersion, pressure building
hold our breath, hold our years inside the pool of joy
rush up again, what's the fuss?
hanging on, kick the feet, relaunch, bow-wave rippling
Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes gone blind to the images and deities
Of families and finalities
Of bones that drum
All fall in distant regard
The night is rip asunder
The echo of thunder
Rain driven storms of raveages and revenge
Fires of ice Buring the nation at its core
Alight of midnight sky like supernovas
Blown in a rage of the blind, a land of the blind
A mad god in a nation
Torn into clans
Rise and go to war
Rape of the natural landscapes
Televised and television wasted places
Vision-scapes in division of man and land
The pulse of blood
The heart beat
That bleeds on paper and ink
Roads to dreams a nation in turn
As this nation burns
I tried to write a poem to prove to you I could.
But time and distance got in my way.
I tried to write the perfect prose to demonstrate my skill.
But the memory of standing before a rose-covered coffin
Left me silent and enraged!
Isn’t it odd how time and distance distort what we perceive?
Warping sad memories, blackening our feelings
Where our unworthiness dwells.
It is not a type of weakness when we broken do not overcome.
Or some self-imposed prison of us seeking innocence lost and gone.
I suppose it is latent forgiveness that stays this poet’s pen.
And I fall to my knees, bowing my head,
Seeking God’s Grace again.
October 16th
We lost one of the best people
I ever saw.
My beautiful, sweet, dear
Mother-In-Law.
She loved her children
She introduced them to God.
Constantly smiling
Even though her life was so hard.
"Blood Of Jesus"
Was her favorite thing to say.
She probably said it
100 times a day.
She loved The Lord
She was spiritually touched.
He loved her too
That's why he blessed her so much.
God gave her the Cadillac
That she coveted so.
She shared her blessings with everyone
She never said no.
She gave & gave
Even to people who did her wrong.
Revenge was not in her nature
Because her faith was so strong.
She loved to talk
She always had something to say.
She kept in real with all
Man that woman didn't play.
She was the rock of her family
Her strength kept me in awe.
She was her family's monarch
She was perfect, no flaws.
She was my "California Mommy"
It's so hard being without her.
There's not an hour, minute or second
That I don't think about her.
I know she's in Heaven
Turning Heaven out.
The Lord is happy she's there
I believe that, no doubt.
I look up for her
I hope she's looking down on me.
I want her to know what her loss
Has done to her family.
Her daughter who used to
Always have a smile on her face
Now has sadness in her eyes
& her smile's been replaced
With a slight little frown
Because she misses her Mom
I don't think she gotten over the fact
That her Mother is gone.
We all grieve
In our own little way.
I thought it would get easier
With each passing day.
It hasn't for her daughter
She watched her Mom's health deteriorate.
But her Mom fought to the end
Because her will was so great.
I miss her so much
But I know she's in a better place.
The mark she left in our lives
Could never be erased.
October 16th is a day
That'll stay on my mind.
That's the day
My Mother-In-Law went to Heaven
& left us behind.
I know she's watching over us
I know this for a fact.
There's nothing in the world
I wouldn't do to have her back.
*****
I Love You Mother-In-Law
2/3/1956-10/16/2014
Our family has strong spiritual beliefs.
We do not believe in death of a soul.
Only death of flesh which we do not need in heaven.
For good reason, death does not mean death to us.
We see things others may not see.
We do not always share them.
They are given to us as gifts.
Death to us means the soul passes to a better place.
On the day of grandpa’s funeral my dad watched him go to heaven.
He traveled to a corner of the kitchen ceiling.
A white light brought dad’s mother into focus.
They walked off together – his father and his mother.
She had been gone sixty years at that point.
The day my dad “died” I saw him sitting in my car.
He was wearing his usual big grin.
I said “Here’s your job, Dad. Keep the deer away.”
I had already hit four deer.
On the way to my mother’s home, we passed seven deer.
They all stood at attention at the side of the road.
I said “Good job, Dad.”
My mother-in-law slams the kitchen doors when she is displeased.
She has been “gone” for fifteen years.
My father-in-law smokes in our house when he visits.
He left earth on October 1st, 1984
I say “Okay, Dwight, we know you are here. You can quit smoking.”
We glimpse my dad from time to time- both my husband and myself.
My mother has called us from her phone number three times since she passed.
It was disconnected all three times.
Death is not death to us.
See why?
As Families, Back When God was the head.
We'd huddle together fearing a storm, powerless in the cellar crouching in the dark, We children were scared seeing our mom so helpless, knowing that if she were Afraid, and HELPLESS, then so were we.
Standing strong in her faith she'd say, “It's all in God's hands; Be quiet, pray, and wait it out”.
Many times, in a lifetime, we have been quiet, prayed and waited out the storms. But, that is when a merciful God was at the control.
These murderous scientists are manipulating these disasters, slow to help wherever those, whom which they intended to dispose of or go after, called out in distress.
Now, when I get wind of an oncoming storm; My radar- Goes straight to the alarm, well If they tested H.A. R. P and aimed it…To go where it has never gone before...To visit a hurricane on Ireland; Was a phenomenal feat:
Of course, that means they can send Chaos, or the devil wherever they choose to chart their course.
So many dead and dying: leaving many Social Security, and SSI Checks, and veterans checks. and pension checks, and insurance checks, and medical checks, oh well: ...
All those checks go back into the national pot. To disappear in some agencies cooperate pocket.
“So, if you are sitting and wondering, “What in the hell is going on”, well …All " hell is what's going on".! And we are facing Genocide as a planet, and as the inhabitants of the earth, also as human beings??.We must discuss this at once!; Pray, become warrior’s; Prayers united - We must meet to defeat our enemies; No longer can we sit huddled waiting, silently: We must now
pray out loud.. and take our Planet Back.
Or Perish!