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Will my soul fly
when I die...
will my soul soar
o'er the Alps,
the Rockies,
the Andes and
the Himalayas?
Will my soul see
the Aurora Borealis
finally?
Will my soul
dive deep, deep
into the oceans,
seeing beauty
and creatures
unknown to
those who
live on dry land?
Will my soul slip
Time's iron hold,
then to skip at will
through the Ages,
back and forth
like an unruly child
(the dream of sages),
knowing the faces
of Caesar stabbed,
of Joan of Arc burning,
of Lincoln laughing,
seeing too the places
where the lions fed
on the Christian saints,
where soldiers died
in battles long over,
where Hitler lied
and Jesus cried?
17 is the Lucky Number, I believe so.
Odd 17 shrugs at me, saying, “Please make me do."
The Holy Book, there as I found before.
17 times, He mentioned love, quite a metaphor!
Weeping Willow missed empath in reason
"Mercy, no Weakness!", warns blooming season!
Voices echoed in a Friday sermon
"Mercy!" They advised 17, " No, premonition."
17! Two times a high-five! And I got a Ten!
An incidental talk, an aura , then!
17 is a Lucky Number. Fact. Idyllic.
Not insane and neither alcoholic.
Mislead or Dead ones, 17 times in Holy Book
And know this! Playing wildest guess it took!
17th president! While lamenting for Lincoln!
Lincoln, never dead! So strong a vision!
I was supine, Lord! In veneration!
7-24-2019
17 is the Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
Theme: Faithful Fear
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke of the division within a country, but his words also ring true
when an invisible barrier separates a husband and wife.
You sit in your arm chair, remote in hand. Remote...that's what you've become.
I have this spacious couch to myself, but I won't ask you to sit with me because
I'm afraid of what your answer might be.
TOGETHER
We used to snuggle...We used to take walks...
We used to laugh... We used to go to bed...
I feel lonelier with you then I did before we were married.
You're here physically, but emotionally, where did you go?
When did we drift away from each other...
Why are we more like sister and brother...
Have you given your heart to another...
You used to leave me sweet little love notes.
I used to make you smile with root beer floats.
We laughed till we cried at our anecdotes.
There's a rift between us - breaking my heart.
A dividing line that I cannot thwart.
We share the same house, yet we are apart.
Love cannot survive in complacency.
It's time I face the harsh reality.
Tell me, honestly, do you still love me?
It would be very hard to say goodbye.
But it's better than living in a lie.
Nothing else could ever cause me to cry.
I have nothing left to say that's clever.
Sad to think we will have no forever.
Nothin' left for a love that's been severed.
With the minting of the Lincoln Penny coming to its sorrowful end,
It'll now cost you a 'Nickle For Your Thoughts', my miserly friend!
Or consider the phrase 'That's My Two Cents For What It's Worth', old chum;
It'll now cost you two nickles or a dime - that's the new rule of thumb!
Alas, no more penny candy for the little tykes - forget the penny arcade;
These are just a few things that'll vex us since pennies are no longer made!
I reckon they'll have to mint more nickles to accommodate this feckless nation!
Oft', I ponder how Honest Abe would feel about 'his loss of face' and inflation!
The Reality
As I look around, all I see is that
A storm has struck the ground;
And it's causing havoc all around.
Major issues within our country,
Like the officers that were meant to protect us,
Are too busy trying to judge us.
The innocent fall empty handed,
To a gun in the protector’s hand.
Due to prejudice, an officer responsible
Can get off with little consequence.
Now let’s look at the world of politics.
I understand that we all have different opinions
And that’s a good thing.
However, that doesn’t mean
We have the right to point fingers and criticize.
We say “United We Stand”,
Yet we have two parties with opposite plans.
President Lincoln said;
“A nation divided against itself cannot stand.”
The time has come for the kingdom to come to life.
Step up to the plate and take a leap of faith,
Be a catalyst for change, like a hurricane.
Rebuild a nation from the root
And lay down a kingdom foundation.
Start at the heart of the problem,
And work for a solution;
That will spark the kingdom revolution.
We need to call in Handy Manny,
And maybe Bob the Builder can lend a hand.
Spread his word like a virus
Praying that others find it,
The treasure worth seeking, a life worth living,
A father worthy of our reflection.
Rebuild our nation for the king,
Wake us up from a night time dream.
Some may see us as sleepers,
But our father calls us dreamers,
And we’re just now realizing
Our role in his kingdom.
Growing up in the GOP, the
Shadow of Lincoln, among others was strong.
Yet as time rolled through, subtle but
Drastic change has occurred, both in the short & long.
It has morphed through a rear-view mirror,
Looking for its greatness and glory in the past.
While failing to work on any future,
Or any progress that might stand and last.
At the core, they're seen combating truth,
With enough lies that burden and inflame.
With the power and legal agility, to
Try and displace reality and delay the game.
Holding on to conspiracy as concrete footing,
Such that Q-anon and the satanic are real.
They attach to the fanciful by fear mongering,
With only repetition as a fraudulent seal.
So as they chase down the boogeyman and demonic,
Lo and behold, they tend to find a democratic face.
Where even 'RINO's are tracked down and hunted,
Becoming endangered in their once-safe place.
This pursuit has shown its vile nature,
As violence threatens those to dare realities view.
And I can only hope that justice will survive,
And the truth will provide the final clue.
~President's Day~
(Rhyming couplet)
Today in the USA we honor two great men
They both did wonderful deeds for our country, Amen.
George Washington, is our founder father,
Lincoln abolished slavery among brother.
These two great men had very good intentions,
They gave their all and meant to relieve tensions.
They both believed in their hearts what was best,
And fought for what was right and passed their test.
In my heart I do really admire these two great men,
They believed in something and acted on that back then.
History praises and sees them as heroes today,
They were great men, and get my respect in every way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
February.15.2016
The Kid had been arrested along with The Boys and Jesse Evans.
All were being charged with cattle rustling.
It was John Tunstall's livestock that had been stolen,
and he intended to press charges against all of them,
until he happened to see William H Bonney.
He seemed so out of place with this gang of ruthless thieves.
Mr Tunstall then spoke with the Kid privately.
"I will drop all charges against you for your testimony,
that my livestock was stolen by this gang of thieves,
afterward you're welcome to come and work for me.
Room and board will be absolutely free,
and you will earn a decent salary honestly."
Billy Bonney readily agreed
and so John Tunstall had the Kid released.
When they arrived at Tunstall's home he had a gift for the Kid,
a rifle and a horse complete with saddle gear and blanket.
This unexpectedly brought tears to the Kid's eyes.
"What's wrong son?" Mr Tunstall asked surprised.
"Nobody," said the Kid, "has ever given me anything in my life."
John Tunstall would become Billy's mentor.
John wrote home to his family the following in a letter,
"That kid never ceases to amaze me.
There isn't anything in the world he won't do to try and impress me.
I'm going to make one hell of a man out of that kid one day,"
but tragically John Tunstall got blown away,
by the ruthless monopolizing competition.
Partners Lawrence Murphy and Jimmy Dolan
sent a merciless gang of corrupt lawmen
to John Tunstall's ranch and murdered him.
Billy's second chance for a better life was no more.
John Tunstall's murder ignited The Lincoln County War.
Pennies are made of worthless copper that even a hungry beggar
refuses to pick up; either I threw them away or kept them in a piggy jar,
but the day came when need and desperation made me rethink
of their worth...a thousands of them could had gotten me far;
A rich person collects not as a poor one who is always on the brink...
has someone looked for them when rough times kept them from that bazaar?
Pennies are made of worthless copper that nobody wants to own,
unless they are, at least, fifty years old...what would President Lincoln,
think of our antipathy for his imprinted image on these little coins?
Do you possess many of these? Save them for those rainy days!
Pennies are made of worthless copper, everybody seems repined,
humiliated and embarrassed to carry them in their purse, or pocket...
look around: they are found everywhere on a sidewalk, or in a parking lot;
make all aware they are convenient to have for easiness of mind!
Presidents Washington and Lincoln met often in that Land of Eternal Bliss,
To commiserate, communicate and about the misty past to reminisce.
"What in hell (er, excuse me, Lord!) is happening, Abe, to our beloved nation?"
"Well, George, I see both good and bad but I see little cause for celebration!"
George: "I see they named the national capitol on the Potomac after me,
But they've desecrated it with greed and graft that I could not foresee.
Each President after us promised the people there'd be hopeful change,
But I fear the lack of leadership, that has left citizens in some estrange!"
Abe: "I see that Arlington Cemetery is filled with patriots who died for liberty.
I strived to restore brotherhood to a broken nation but little of that I see.
I grieve at the lack of patriotism. Even Old Glory by some has been defaced.
It seems that the God we looked to for guidance has also been displaced!"
George: "I see the work ethic waning and everyone wants to be on the dole.
Congress is casting money at useless schemes putting all in a deeper hole!"
Abe: "Yes, and those once pristine lakes and streams are polluted with disease,
And something called smog smothers cities and forests are stripped of trees!"
George: "When I see how future generations are raised I want to shudder!"
Abe: "Alas, all of this reminds me of a ship adrift without a steering rudder!"
George: "Well, I don't suppose it does any good for us to sit around and whine."
Abe: "I agree! Let's amble over to happy hour for some great communion wine!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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