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SHATTERED SCREAMS
ECHOES OF OUR SILENT SCREAM,
TORTURE FROM A LEADER'S STEAM,
DWINDLING OF OUR NATIONS DREAM.
WE CHOOSE TO FIGHT AS A TEAM,
OR WATCH THEIR THEATRICS LIKE A FILM.
IF WE FIGHT, OUR VOCIFEROUS WEAPON IS HUSHED,
IF SILENT, OUR FUTURE IS CRUSHED.
TOLLGATE IS NOW THE BLOOD GATE,
WHERE HEROS OF JUSTICE LEARN THEIR FATE.
OUR VOICES ARE STRANGLED,
WE'RE MANHANDLED LIKE A STAR SPANGLED.
THE PILLARS OF OUR STRUCTURE IS FALLING.
WHO HURTS HIS CHILD AND FLOGS HER FOR WAILING?
RELEASING THE CAMOS, WOLFS IN DIRTY SHEEP'S CLOTHINGS
AND BLACKMARIAL TO HUNT DOWN CITIZENS.
INTERNAL TERROR SUMS UP MY ANALYSIS.
NIGERIA, YOUR ACTS DABBLES & DAGGERS MY HEART.
WHERE IS THE LABOUR OF OUR HEROS PAST?
OUR RESIDUE IS IN THE DEN OF THIEVES,
AND THE OLD CERTAINTY OF THE FUTURE HAVE BECOME MERE "IFs".
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright© 14th Feb, 2021.
An Ode to the Harvey Heroes
Once upon a time not so long ago
Nature did spur a Harvey in the Gulf of Mexico
As the storm grew into a hurricane
Winds howled and then came the rains
Poor Texas got in the way
And it rained day after day
High water turned into floods
Leaving everyone scurrying including the blue bloods
Onto their roofs they did climb to survive the storm
With so much rain well above the norm
Little did they know a rescue mission was on the go
An impromptu navy of people they didn’t even know
Night and day their saviors were on a mission to rescue
Not knowing the dangers they faced for they didn’t have a clue
But despite the risk and the unknown
How to respond they have us shown
With a great amount of caring and daring
Many a life has been saved though some succumbed to an early grave
So what do we call the brave men and women from far and wide
A hero is what I say and I am not being snide
For they have saved the day for so many of our kin
Not saying thank you and our appreciation would be a sin
So here it is in spades “Thank you” to all who lent a helping hand
And that’s from all of us from across the land
Though things are far from over and done
Many will see a rising sun
Andreas Simic©
Killed in Action....
Now his absence will be grieved
This is how they will perceive him
~
He was the boy, we didn't really notice
He always had a smile
A little shy, smaller than the rest
Although he tried, he was never the best
But he always had a smile
Never the best at hitting the ball
or winning a race, or having a face
that the rest of the gang would notice at all
But he always had a smile
He was the guy, that people forgot
It's not that they meant to do any harm
It is just that they thought he lacked the charm
Rejected by some, neglected by most
Too quiet they said....to stand above the crowd
Even though he always had a smile
Yet...now that heads are bowed....they notice him
Only the war had use for him...long enough to lose him
Killed in action....
Funny about that.....now that he is gone....they are even writing songs of him
But he was a hero....long before they noticed
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For David's Contest: Heros or Heroines 6/7/12
A new day began, I sprained my right hand!
Then my furnace decided to "give up the ghost"
Neighbor brought friend who would understand;
soon, room became as warm as toast.
then it stopped dead--all was lost
my muse and I were doomed to frost.
Two electric, space heaters running twenty-four/seven!
It was twenty at night--temp's winter hat doff.
My electric bill was reaching toward the heavens
My muse preferred to scoff
while my toes were freezing off!
Probably Monday, a new one he could install.
It would cost one THOUSAND--I needed some air!
Opened my door, found my son standing tall!
A guy with tech background, drove here to share.
I needed a hero, and he was there!
My muse and I needn't despair.
Aren't sons and daughters a wonderful plan!
They will help with gusto and style.
And hero neighbors lending their helping hand!
Faulty solder fixed; the heat will soon beguile.
My hand needs a brace for a while;
and my muse? I saw a tiny smile.
Oh my beautiful Daughters
what have you done to the men of the Earth,
turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers,
discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for popular worth,
I made you to be embodiment of something sacred,
a steadfast source of Divine sincerity in the chaos of Man's struggle to be heroic,
to soothe and inspire His hope for honor, to be the hand he could hold in the tremor of dread,
in the Begining you did this much and more, exceeded the seed of my dream, making Them historic,
But you, my remorseless and rabid Girls
sought to be worshiped as a cult of marauding maidens of madness,
a horde of haughty harpies wanting glory your own, thrones tailored from supine bones,
pleasured as predators of Princes and paupers
saddistic seducers of troubadours and savants,
making " high minded " heros helpless on the cliffs of your thrills,
Oh my ravenous Daughters what have you done to the hearts of men,
what have you become with speared touch and rough laughter,
warm in love sport and cold in lip lies,
the Furies have your fame and faces framed in black flame
the day is soon when your beauty will become ashen, charms unmet with passion,
and the Furies will befriend you
adorn with thorned fashion, feed you a vulture's ration,
Nemesis is on your terrible trail of predatory travail
She to unveil the wail of your reward's gale,
my lovely Princesses, my girls of gnarled gain
a wind storm of lovers' cries flies towards you
a punishment Holy in it's honor and horrible in It's hit,
bite you shall, sixfold from Humility's tit -
J.A.B.
thank you Lord for the gifts in my life.
the farah fawcett, the michael jackson my willy wonka,the muhamad ali, the al green.
the prince, the babyface, the elvis presely, the johnny taylor and b.b. king.
the john wayne, the charton heston, the sophia loren. the paul newman, the alfred hitchcock,
the spike lee. the bruce lee, the jackie chan. the david carradine, the johnny carson, the ed
mcmahon, the aretha franklin, the whitney houston. the last batman movie, the matrix
trilogy, the terminator. starwars, indiana jones, dark shadows, star trek, the twilight zone,
cassablanka. the billy joel, the kiss, the aerosmith, the sting. heatwaves greatest hit, the
temptations, the stylistics, the marvin gay. the sugar ray robinson, the roberto durran, the
walter payton, the o.j. simpson trial and marcia clark. the clint eastwood, the brook sheilds,
the richard pryor, the redd foxx, and joan rivers. the rodney dangerfield, the tiger woods
the michael jordan and ozzie smith. the johnny cash the garth brooks. the left behind series,
the internet. the rodney storts; an old preacher that died. and all my childhood heros and
stars. but mostly thank you Jesus for dying on that cross
The night that never die
I wanted to write a love song
But I remember the unforgettable night
The dark long night of the youth
In end SARS protest
The night of sorrows and agony
The night of cries and lament
The deep night of no freedom
So many started this night
Not all saw the day
I told you I wanted to write a love song
But I can't forget a night filled with the
Rains of bullets and guns
With men on vegetable kaki jacket
This night was a horror
This night was a night mere
Simply because we protested against
Police brutality called SARS in Lagos Nigeria
The night that never die
I wanted to write a love song
Now I turn my motivation into elevation
I just can't forget the innocent gone so soon
Now I draw words like the Shakespeare
Displaying the power of the pen
And telling the realities of sorrows and agony
Dont blame me but feel my soul
Remember I told you
I wanted to write a love song
Now am here adoring the heros of my time
Yes may the souls of the ones we lost
In this long dark night
Rest in peace
You still live on in my heart
I love your spirit
It is the source why my pen bleed again
No wonder now I can't write a love song
Cos truly and honestly it is difficult to let go
The night that never die
Tribute to the souls we lost
At end SARS protest in Nigeria
End police brutality in Africa
Here's to Biff 'o who a hero can be.' By determination, and effort and observance
If youse'll just see.' Not from a plush life start." Yet now is his time, he will lose nothing, as he gives all Aussies his frames
Online.' From reporting true on Dezi, some
Sold out media types crimes, used his own
material, and tried relegating him onto a
shelf.'
I saw how he's enqired with vic-poll-lice.. That dreaded crew.' And even falsies like that
Mob, said nothing was to do, fast forward
To today..And New South cops started sniffing around, only went and collared his
Son, mates this is stupidity profound.' Just
Bullying monstering tactics, for their head bosses overseas, who tell the local leaders
That the beat guys have to please.' So though there is breach of good conduct and threats of some jail-time for a kid who
Has done no-thing at all.' This really blows
My mind.' These are traitors to our heros.'
I stand with Biff; and say deliver them some consequence, that our country holds
Its way.' In the good that we relied upon..
That always had ous backs.' Give it
To them brother it can be part of taking our
Country back; on track.''
MADNESS AND FEAR AT BAY AS MY FAMILY WITHSTAND THE TOTAL OVERALL EFFECTS THAT STOLEN VALOR HAS CAUSED THIEVES INVADED OUR HOME SEARCHING FOR MY WAR HERO MEDALS DOCUMENTS TO IMPERSONATE HIM IN WASHINGTON DC KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS CONVENTION THIS HAS CAUSE HIM GREAT STRESS WE ARE BOTH DEVASTATED BY THIS CRUEL ACT HORRID IMPACT FRUSTRATION DEEP SADNESS RELIVING VIETNAM RELIVING THE TRIUMPH OF WAR RECIEVING MEDALS JUST TO HAVE THIEVES BREAK INTO OUR HOME EXPLOITING WOUNDED WAR HEROS POW IS IT ENVY JEALOUS HATRED OR MALICE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE BRUTAL IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING A WOUNDED WAR HERO IN AMERICA THE MANCURIAN CANDIDATE EXPOSING SENSITIVE MILITARY DOCUMENTS MIND TAMPERING THE EMOTIONAL STATE OF STOLEN VALOR IS INDEED COMPLETELY DEVESTATING FOR MY FAMILY I HAVE TO PICK UP THE PIECES AS WE COPE WITH THE MENTAL TORTURE MENTAL CRUELTY UNFAIR PRACTICE WE ARE ALWAYS AIRBORNE SCREAMING EAGLES WEST MOORLAND VIETNAM GOD BLESS AMERICA STOP STOLEN VALOR STOP HURTING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
They were dubbed as being the greatest than ever before
Expectations were high even though they hadn’t begun to score
Huge salaries and talent some say they would be the best
But they couldn’t play together as a team as they were put to the test
Injuries happened, sometimes when they got the call
There was no fire in their heart as they started to fluster and fall
A team is suppose to rise no matter what the challenge or ill weather
Instead they plummeted with the worst baseball meltdown ever
We look up to them as heros but with their failure some cried
Now that the season is over maybe they will search and find there Boston Red Sox pride
Who is to blame for all of this some think that it is very clear
Find your heart in the off season sox players and thank God there will be a next year