Long Loyalists Poems

An old Greek word, ecclesia,
is often translated as church,
but could also be thought of as a civilization
acting civilly,
as a citizenry
acting as responsible citizens.

The noun side of Ecclesia
casts residents as consumers
of democratic and economic cooperative systems,
while...

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President Trump, 
shortly after his singularly smelly election, 
declared emphatic comparisons with Elder Republican
Abraham Lincoln.

Early on,
he described Lincoln as his kindred political soul,
admired mentor,
and the former President he was destined to most resemble
in spirit and...

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And then the Head Elephant rose from the dead 
Surprising and shocking everyone
All cheered, “He is alive!” they shouted
“He lives!”

The opposition wrung their hands, 
Beads of sweat poured from their brows.
They had been so sure,...

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Back in seventeen seventy-seven,
British general John Burgoyne faced hard times,
despite winning at Hubbardton, and Fort Anne,
supplies were getting very hard to find.

When word came that General Howe wouldn’t be
marching up the Hudson to meet his...

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In seventeen seventy-seven,
amidst the deep summer’s August heat,
Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita,
and the Iroquois walked on sore feet.

Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk,
meet Burgoyne and split the rebel states,
except the Americans in Fort...

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Tell me less and last
about who and what and why you hate
with militant might.

Speak with me more and first
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.

I will listen all this day
and next,
all my...

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The 
familiar 
sound 
of 
gunshots 
rings 
out 
in 
the 
dead 
of 
night,as 
a 
sniper 
takes 
position 
in 
the 
bushes 
outta 
sight,
Past 
my 
front 
door 
I 
hear 
the 
sound 
of 
many 
marching 
feet,as 
II 
Para 
make...

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...And though the rifles were slower to load,
the Overmountain Men made use of trees,
concealing themselves from counterfire
in places that the British couldn’t see.

With countless snipers popping out to shoot,
all the loyalists there atop the hill
knew...

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A light beacon in the iciest of regions,
Solar winds full of both brilliance and bluster
Glory of trenchant travelers from afar;
Skyward sorcery that time does not mar.
Shining with such a wonderful lustre,
Lantern of lucidity wherefore philosophers...

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The familiar sound of gunshots 
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the 
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the 
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para...

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Their operations were smooth, enameled and HUED in pure colors.                         ...

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The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para...

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The restaurant was a sight to behold,
Elegant patrons, in dinner attire, stories untold.
The air was filled with a medley of scents,
Osmosis of fragrances, a sensory experience.
They were a class of society elite,
Top business leaders, their...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying...

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I am not a stranger to the dark. 
Yes, Im strong to bear the light, 
Even if the darkest of nights bark... 
The best in me will keep up the fight. 

I am with you,...

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International relations clerk on duty enters
In her hand is a list of nations from Africa
One by one she shouts out their surnames

The assembly monitors gives her feedback
confirming presence or absence that day

Nations present she gives...

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I spoke with Reverend Laura today.

She listened curiously
more than merely patiently,
actively
more than barely politely,
as I noticed her questions
in this sacred space
of co-empathic listening,
dialogue,
discussion,
discernment

Of where we are heading
and behinding,
progressing
and healing,
to speak with other Reverends
and Doctors
and Nurses
and...

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My Beloved country Pakistan:(Poem) 
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, Loyalists & trustworthy to my own country pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection &  my...

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Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection &  my all best skills to...

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You wear virtue on your sleeve
But you often wear nothing at all
Showing scars of thousands of years
When corrupt leaders beat you
But they could never kill you
So you survived the centuries
You masquerade as a maryr 
To...

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Like Abraham Maslow's highest Hierarchy of needs theory,
You are a ruler, self actualized and need not to worry.
You look down to downgrade the poor from your mansion,
That has been your passion.

You shine so bright like...

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True patriots,
regardless of color, creed, or cathartic party,
are loyal to cooperative interdependent change
from below
and within
as needed to liberally balance conserving health
to co-empower compassionately wealthy democracy.

Fake patriots
are like colonial loyalists
supporting patriarchal monocultures,
status quo
business as competitively usual,
dubiously...

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To The Now-Pitied President 
No longer thought God-Sent 
The making of superb contacts
For entry into cleaner contracts 
Is a command to avoid patched-up pacts 
And-trust-me – costs you True Logisticians 
Besides Sincere Magicians;
If the packages...

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The Hearts burnt out
with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters.
(Love is gone for the fall and winter)
Just me, I stay alone
who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters.
The hearts...

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LEAVES WITH LOVE

Better die with dignity in the fierce battle fighting like brave-heart
Than befriend with foes and back stab to live like machine’s cog or caged parrot

When the fetter is making my torn limbs numb
With...

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