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I close my eyes for one second and suddenly
I'm home again, next to you and dad
You were born on Christmas Eve, just like the babe
of Bethlehem ...
Laughter peels the faded kitchen paper
as you pull out a tin pan full of hot steaming lasagna
"Get the birthday cake from the garage, Vienna"
is what you said to me, it came as no surprise,
you knew all the hiding places of our home and hearts.
Happy Birthday dear mother. I miss you more than,
the sun, moon, and stars *
Today when I see what Christmas has become,
I know the only way to recall it properly, is through your eyes.
Little legs running down the stairs, dampness of cold brick,
taste of fermented wine, feel of a silky cake box holding a dream,
this is what I recall, this liquid memory is tighter than Fort Knox.
You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Zipped up in a in a bag
They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day
Meat and potatoes and chicken will not do
Has to be beef and genuine Iowa-grown corn-fed too
Mashed potatoes not those flimsy flakes from a box
Gravy stirred by loving hands valuable as Fort Knox
Dessert can be cake if you cannot get Mom’s pie
If you can there’s nothing better under this old sky
Scalloped corn and twice baked loaded potatoes
With thick bubbly cheese sauce that freely flows
You are on a diet? This is really no problem at all.
There is a always a leftover pile of carrots left in the hall
Sometimes a new relative brings a piece of lettuce too
I will eat the good stuff leaving rabbit food for you
The Genie in a bottle
Granted me these wishes three
For unleashing the cork
That set his spirit free
Awhile I thought and pondered
What will my first wish be
I said ...The ability to fly
He said...That's one of wishes three
The next on my agenda
Was wealth and luxury
I said...Surround me with riches
He said...That's two of wishes three
The final thing I asked for
And I think you'll all agree
I said...To die a happy man
He said...That's the last of wishes three
He then smiled a wicked smile
Tossed me as far as you can see
Landed headfirst in Fort Knox
Now I'm dead one, two, three
Kamala Harris, even worse than 'Sloppy Joe'
Hey, ho ~ They both gotta go!
Biden's waist-deep in corruption
Soon to come, a legal tidal-wave eruption
As for his mental and physical fitness
One or two video clips are enough to witness
More than a snake has Harris wiggles
when defining 'culture' with inane giggles *
It seems that her goulash-like explanations
may just impress rocks and crustaceans
So get thee to the elections in 2024 for sure
who needs four more years of these clowns to endure
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*"Culture is a reflection of our moment and our time. And
present culture is the way we express how we feel about
the moment. And we should always find time to express
how we feel about the moment. That is a reflection of joy.
Because, you know... it comes in the morning," Harris said
with a laugh.
~ Washington Examiner, Brady Knox, July, 07, 2023.
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
...He reformed the routing patriots,
formed a line atop a rise, Perrine’s Hill,
brought in General Knox and the artillery,
commanding the mass through sheer force of will.
He needed to buy time for the main force
to march on and join up in the battle,
the British kept coming, soon to attack,
convinced they still had the patriots rattled.
Before in battle the Redcoats just had
to flash their bayonets in the bright sun,
that was enough to scare Continentals
and assure them the battle was won.
But they were no longer facing such men,
the Americans had learned Europe’s game,
they did not flee at the sight of steel,
gave hard volleys once the foe was in range.
Britain’s field commander, General Cornwallis,
made several attacks to break up the line,
only to run into fire and rage,
with his Redcoats turned back every time.
They he tried to turn Washington’s left flank,
the boldest maneuver of the fight yet,
but the main force had come, and pushed forwards,
striking hard under young Lafayette.
Seeing there would be no quick victory
the British withdrew there forces back,
both armies in defensive positions,
the fight would become a long slugging match.
Soldiers hunkered down as across the fields
artillery thundered and cut loose,
both sides trying to break up the other,
their foe’s ranks they sought hard to reduce.
The heat was such that many of the men,
suffered and even died from heat stroke!
One man passed out and his wife manned his gun,
fighting on alongside all the blokes.
Then Washington sent Nathaniel Green
with artillery up towards Comb’s Hill,
a high position on the British left,
from which the guns could enfilade and kill.
The British saw their hopeless position,
and quickly began an ordered retreat,
marching north towards Clinton’s main force,
having blown their opportunity.
Washington saw his enemy leaving,
and sent Mad Anthony Wayne forward,
to harangue the British as they marched off,
cutting down men despite their good order.
And through the battle ended as a draw,
for the nation it was victory,
they’d kept the field in an open battle,
and matched the Redcoats in soldiery.
This changed the calculus of the whole war,
all knew battles would be more costly now,
England would no longer campaign in the north,
hoping for easier prey down south…
A lovely country indeed is France
especially Menton down on the Med
everything makes you want to go back
such flowers, colors, and beauty all said
Also on the Med is the Riviera
a super little town called Agay
Its capital Paris is truly magical
so much to see either by night or day
My fav country is truly Switzerland
It's capital Geneva majestically true
staying by Vevay on the lakeside
highlight sailed on Lake Geneva so blue
Its reformation history is marked by its wall
the great reforming mark so grand
there stand Farel, Calvin, Beza, and Knox
men of godliness to righteous stand
We took the train up to the mountains
Jungfrau was the one so high a peak
reaching this beauty by cable car
all covered in white what a treat!
The longest trip was to South Africa
to travel along the beautiful garden route
visiting George, Knysna, and Mossel Bay
also to table mountain at Cape Town by day
( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
Dave
Everyone needs a Dave.
He checks how you are..
He's the one who sees beauty
Through your feathers and tar
As a friend he is priceless.
As much gold as Fort Knox..
He can see your potential
Lifts that hasp off your box
His message is freedom.
His message is love..
And he'll throw up a good word
To the throne room above
And the thing about Dave is..
He is gentle and kindly
But when it comes to The Fight
He's right there behind me
So we all need a Dave.
That friend who is faithful..
To encourage our journey
When life's more than a handful
For a calm thoughtful spirit.
For that uplifting tone..
Friendly words that remind;
We are never alone
Our Dave is all wisdom.
In his guidance we trust.
But there's a thing to accept
And remember, we must..
To be someone's Dave
There's a reason he blesses..
It's the fire that smelts
All that metal so precious
Every Dave has a story.
You can see through those eyes
It's the forge that has shaped
A demeanour so wise
Persistence in struggle.
Hope in adversity.
Becoming a student
In life's university
So, wherever you serve
Be you Doris or Dave
My cap I will doff.
To be like you, I crave
For you carry the Spirit,
So clearly we see.
And a gift to unshackle
Those who long to be free.
So let's be more Dave.
Blessing off someone's socks
For the world needs more like him
And let's face it, he rocks.
Jinjagoliath
30th May 2021