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February fourteenth shock,
headline news, no valentine.
Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard
for who they were or who they might become,
in complete shock, their families and friends.
Three adults unselfishly
put their bodies in danger.
Others too regarding innocent kids,
proved how very professional they are;
they'll teach anti-violence to their deaths.
Momentary lack of sense,
a future moment ignored,
with florid disregard for liberty
fiendish nineteen-year-old Floridian
flaunted common sense only fooling one.
Students across this country
in a March fourteenth walkout
spoke against weapons in the hands of youth.
When words fail to register right from wrong,
more laws will never stop misuse of guns.
Responsible behavior
is taught best when also shown.
written March 15, 2018
Seven-ten contest (blank verse w/o meter) - host, Emile Pinet.
Forty-eight contiguous states,
Everglades to the Evergreen
Plus Alaska and Hawaii,
Joined as one on separate dates,
The Constitution guarantee,
After the war had, intervene,
Restored order did reconvene,
Our laws need interpretation,
For people accentuation,
No other country is as best,
For God and country, we are blessed,
We tempt to rest under our flag,
Though some find it to be a drag,
Some will draw a disgusting tag,
Liberty is constantly fought,
Snicks will bribe and tempt it is bought,
From ocean to ocean, we strive,
Prosperous life we tempt to thrive,
Mundane diversions hinder souls,
Same as the Jones, best some station,
Be true to yourself, reach your goals,
Be free, under God, one nation.
2019 December 29
Noble troubadour making untrue verse,
while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads,
reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself,
and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within;
hold your anger inside, let it explode
in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed!
Monarchy is an undefeatable fortress,
and below you seem not to fret;
enter it when the trumpets announce
the king's arrival in a golden coach
pulled by stallions who snort at your sight,
but you fearlessly follow them before the wooden gate closes on the bridge.
Noble troubadour decrying a denied liberty, making
your living writing undesirable, undeserved odes,
you're forced to lie and please your demanding king
who manipulates your behavior by tight strings;
should you offer no praises or allegiance to the crown...
you'll be charged with disloyalty and treason! See yourself in the torture room!
There's a limit to your patience bearing the guilt,
and be able to lift it off your chest...it will crush you under its weight,
until your reason turns into discernible madness,
and rising up from your sore knees, you'll relinquish your duty...
to regain your freedom from a kingdom built on obedience and vanity;
and what will be the the outcome of your refusal to bow down?...The peace of a free spirit!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Grateful am I to God for America’s great legacy
wholeheartedly enjoyed with freedom-bliss
in my country, regarded as the “Pearl of the Orient Seas.”
Joyful am I for America’s great contributions to my personhood:
my being conversant with the international language
first passed on by the Thomasite teachers to our educators;
then, having heard the scriptural Gospel* for eternal redemption
steadfastly preached by American missionaries
nurturing my faith to reach-out to others, sharing blest peace.
Now, I entrust America to the Lord, with earnest prayer
envisioning her to prevail upon truth-propped liberty
along stalwart biblical constitution exercise
midst sterling dignity as “land of the free”
marked by her “In God we trust” seal.
Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.
November 14, 2020
8th place, "2021 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA VISIONARY" Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 11/24/2020.
Thee United States bedrock foundation
built upon premises sans,
Greco-Roman template,
whence freedoms as liberty,
life, and pursuit of happiness
revered as constituent concepts,
precepts, and tenets,
within which complex edifice
(unique to these United States),
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint
analogously enshrine
(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon)
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying,
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt
cuddled ,culled, and curried
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,
awakening whispers down alley oop
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations
bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved
jarring “invisible hand”
predominantly writing writs
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit)
unrecognizable crude
bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation
fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights
germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
The drums have beat for fifty years, rhythmic, a hollow sound,
Where ancient hate took root and grew in a blood-soaked, bitter ground.
Two giants locked in an iron grip, dare to never bend,
Ignorant that the road they walked had reached a resounding end.
The Valley of The Beginning, where the first of life was lit,
Now crumbles under explosions, as smoke and shadow knit.
A war that had no winner’s crown, or glory in the fray,
Just embers of a dying place that simply burns away.
But in the quiet under darkness, beneath the mountain’s crest,
Were those who chose to guard a spark and put the sword to rest.
They built their shelters deep within, against the coming night,
To keep their children warm and safe until the morning’s light.
The warriors are mere ghosts today, their banners lost to time,
But in the silence left behind, a different spark for life’s design.
A surreal dawn, a grayish haze, where once the missiles roared,
Where fields will turn by steady hands that were long ago ignored.
The call to march, the call to die for lines upon a map,
And found instead a way to bridge the lonely vacant gap.
It will be the life of liberty, a sweet scent in the mountain air,
A freedom forgotten by the old, an emerald bright and rare.
No kings shall claim this hallowed soil, no tyrants will hold the key,
For power rests within the hands of those who chose to flee
The madness of the fifty years, foul hunger for the kill,
To bow instead to justice and the people’s common will.
It is a government of skin and bone, of heart and quiet grace,
Reflected in the light that shines on every weary face.
The change they whispered in the dark is now their morning sun;
The peace that rose from ashes when the losing war was done.
We had heard about Emeraldite of course; who had not?
She lived in the lane with the Oak tree that had a lovely knot.
She is the most beautiful witch you will ever see, no rot!
This was told to me by every person whose opinion I never sought.
I finally crawled into the bushes and took my magnifiers out.
She was a beauty with her green eyes, there was no doubt.
But I had seen other beautiful witches, so I kept quiet.
Her hair was unnaturally ebony, did she dye it?
Come out! She coaxed me. Come over and be my friend.
My hiding had not been good, it was about to end.
I crept over to say “hello” and we shared some terrific spells.
Emeraldite is a wonderful comrade, who makes marvelous jells.
She has one for skin, and two or three for a sore knee too.
She sold me cosmetics, and hair care products that turned mine blue.
You have to go see her! I told my cousin Liberty Lou.
I wanted her to be taken advantage of too.
From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?
In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again
Caught,
and soon virally aflame
in France
and other
older
conserving royalist
loyal feminized serf serves master estates,
Becoming now a marriage
of independent Fraternity
and interdependent Lady Liberty
repatriotic rematriation
of strong and flowing governance
of self and other,
ego and eco,
yang craves yin
for liberally, lavish health
and conserving disciplined safety
becoming more interdependent democracy
of sensory spiritual
and sensual natural
EarthTribes,
Strong of communal therapeutic re-identifying,
not defying,
Flow of sensory free associations
For Loyal patriots
reincarnating
CoPassionate eco-matriarchs.
To see America in this place makes me weep,
when the only hope we have to spread our message.
Maybe to take up our arms and march through the street,
in an attempt to save ourselves from the wreckage.
They regulate all our thoughts and actions freely,
as they sell us diet colas and empty hope.
They can sell us our leaders just as easily,
when we traded our religion for their plug-in trope.
Who are those faceless men hiding in the shadow,
pushing the buttons to destroy all resistance?
Bring them forward to face us in the light and show,
why a corrupt Government deserves existence.
Step forward all true American loyalists,
take back the land of the free, the home of the brave.
Perhaps this might be the only chance we will get,
will it be liberty or a walk to the grave?
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down