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You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissention, inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview, methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty, we were Legio XV Apollonaris,
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo, the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other Legions led by General Titus, 60, 000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through Jewish guerilla ambush
asymetrical urban warfare welting our progress like a pirate pestilence
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacraficers, their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets " knee high " with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery, a torch was tossed, flames rose in rush
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box, our grief agape with a horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man aware of error in his plan,
the insurgents had men we called Fox Tails, desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number they would run into apartments,
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge, these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos, screams salting us with panic linger,
It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated with a headedless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me about morals and mercy for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude death
hate becomes your Father, vengence your Mother, aggravated murder your cause
when everything you revere and fear merge to make a leviathen of life,
the " Chosen People " of God became the chosen target of annihilation,
Mount Moriah, mansion of Yahweh the Pariah would become capital of Divine crucifixion,
J.A.B.
This poem has been entered into the Roman Legion Contest
to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsored this historical subject.
...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…
Johnny Clare is an example of many a young man who Cowboy'd in the truest sense of the word. He did a job. He did it well. Though he met an untimely end, his life did not go unnoticed. Continental Oil Company put up a monument to a young man who worked for them, but Larry McWhorter's words made him real. The essence of who he was is immortalized in that poem. It is more than a poem about one Cowboy...it is a poem about every Cowboy who ever rode for the Brand. It is a poem about the heart and soul of men who built our country through hard work and sacrifice. It is a poem about one man's basic belief that time may march on, but those everyday Cowboys like Johnny Clare will not be forgotten. The monument stands as a reminder of "where," but Larry McWhorter's words stand as a reminder of "why." His words, a tribute to the spirit of man and a lesson on how to live what you love.
I cried that day. Tears of joy for having shared this moment with Larry and Andrea; for having one of my heroes of Cowboy Poetry recognize me and for his gift of words to me. We have been friends since. I love and respect him and Andrea; because they are good, kind, strong people of the land with deep conviction in their faith and strong relationship with the Savior. They live each day with grace, they give that grace to others and they make all strangers friends. Proud am I that I know them. Lucky am I that I got to go to Weatherford, Texas that day.
I have learned that it's not the trail we ride, but the tracks we leave behind for others to follow that matters. Time may march on, but word and deed live on forever; as does the spirit of any person dedicated to living life to the fullest while serving their fellow man. The impression we leave is our memorial to this earthly life. Building a monument with words and telling the stories about others so they are never forgotten is our memorial
to those we love and admire. Johnny Clare, Larry McWhorter, all those men I grew up with and those I am privileged to call my friends; all living life their way by the Grace of God, all fighting the good fight and marching forward no matter the obstacles, all inspiring us to live life to its fullest. When it comes to great men of heart and spirit the memory never fades and the words of praise are endless. And that, my friends, is the greatest monument of all.
February 22 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on Deuteronomy 20-24
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 20:1 When thou goest out to battle against thine enemies, and seest horses, and chariots, and a people more than thou, be not afraid of them: for the LORD thy God is with thee, which brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BATTLE CONQUEROR
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
taking my soul to Your saving deliverance
Thank You for besieging me from worldly spoil’s alluring appearance
I then fix my sight to Your inheritance along heavenly entrance
In carrying-out Your commandment, subdued of my arrogance.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
training my will by Your sin-slaying might
Thank You for building me up against pride’s downfall and blight
I then find my strength in Your blood-redeeming power for victorious flight
In calming myself to prevail over guilt’s fright and frustration’s height.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
terrifying my enemies greatly
Thank You for bracing me up to march on righteously
I then follow Your leading perseveringly
In coming nigh to Your throne so I can share Your peace bravely.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
turning my heart from stubbornness
Thank You for barring me from disobedience and rebelliousness
I then fear You reverentially with total submissiveness
In committing my life to Your blessed joyfulness.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
teaching my spirit to trust Your wisdom
Thank You for boosting me against vain quest for earthly stardom
I then fall into Your forgiveness, humbled in seeking first Your kingdom
In calling upon You while discovering Your bliss-filled freedom.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
trying my conviction against materialistic prosperity
Thank You for burdening me with prayer quests to seeking You with sincerity
I then fence my mind around Your truth’s security
In combatting oppressive discontentment midst grievous futility.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
triumphing toward my divine cheerful excitement
Thank You for blessing me in my stewardship’s engagement
I then feast in Your presence with Your grace-endowment
In cleaving to You always by Your Word’s assuring bestowment.
February 22, 2023
On the streets that you created
Parody of
"Californication"
by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Songwriters: Anthony Kiedis / Michael Balzary / John Anthony Frusciante / Chad Smith
Marxists march on the streets downtown,
see the terrorist flags they're flying.
Anarchists scream to burn it down,
and blm is trying.
democrats hide as the children die,
on the streets that they're creating.
Their racism swirls in their hate filled world,
where death is always waiting.
Standing there with a gun in your hand,
we see you on the tv stations.
democrats hide as the children die,
on the streets that they're creating.
Civil unrest puts a nation to the test,
on the streets a war is raging.
bow your head as we bury your dead,
you're the cause of all this grieving.
you know its true
it's all on you
death is out there looking for you
and very soon it's gonna find you
no one out there's gonna help you
as the hand of death is reaching for you.
Acting out you've crossed that line,
you've embraced their acts of treason.
You can't turn back as your war of words,
brought murder, theft and arson.
democrats hide as the children die,
on the streets that they created.
Shots ring out and a little girls down,
in the yard where she was playing.
A little boy dies on a bike as he rides,
but its just another altercation.
democrats hide as the children die
on the streets that they created.
Civil unrest puts a nation to the test,
on the streets a war is raging.
bow your head as we bury your dead,
you're the cause of all this grieving.
you know its true
it's all on you
death is out there looking for you
and very soon it's gonna find you
no one out there's gonna help you
as the hand of death is reaching for you.
Rebellions never bring lasting change,
they only cause fear and destruction.
Violence never has change a mind,
it only bring retaliation.
and mothers cry as their children die,
on the streets that you created.
Civil unrest puts a nation to the test,
on the streets a war is raging.
bow your head as we bury your dead,
you're the cause of all this grieving.
you know its true
it's all on you
death is out there looking for you
and very soon it's gonna find you
no one out there's gonna help you
as the hand of death is reaching for you.
I am endlessly groping among these ancient ruins,
Trying to dodge all these hedges and thorny vines strewn.
I am searching for an ancient artifact, only aided by the moon.
The night has now turned into a pensive day,
Yet, amid this solemn lonely gloom, my day is still a day away.
I am seeking under the sun, amid my pain,
Trying not to come undone, for this is my refrain,
Crying out to my Father, under the pouring rain.
There is no end for me, to my mighty ceaseless praying.
Why is this cruel fight, one so hard to make right?
I am in this saying, “Father, end this nightmare,
So I can start living my primeval day.
No more night demons, so I can be forgiven today!”
I close my eyes and crumble, dropping to my demise,
Calling it quits, I’m sure I’ve lost the sacred prize.
But my Mentor is wise, calling me up from the skies,
Exhorting me He says, “It’s enough, I’ll compromise.
I will save you, as you willingly, faithfully, humbly, sacrifice your life.
Give it to me as a sign, and I will give you Mine.
You’ve given your very best to pass this test, now I’ll bless you through all the rest.”
So with sword and shield in hand,
I yield to my Master’s command.
Together we face this eminent battle land,
As He clears the way through sordid foliage, and slipping sand.
We now proceed straight forward, to a higher place.
He is here now, where I finally behold His face!
I feel His love and light, and know His full amazing grace!
I now know what it means, to truly let go.
We march on through the murky marsh,
Searching for this sacred ancient place of grace.
I know this artifact, is one of ancient design, a pearl of most exquisite white.
A symbol of love, Spirit and holy light,
Hidden deep down, well under ground.
An ancient treasure of sacred worth,
Serving as a sacred token portal, to return home from earth.
Master, only with Thee will I go, for only Thy true great name saves.
I’ll catch on and take hold of Thy soul, to never let go!
On our Father’s Majesty, His right hand, Thou takes all godly control, to accomplish Thy perfect role.
With newness of ways, we live in the promised and saving days.
For now is the time of the great redeeming, the fulfilling of the ancient battle ablaze!
In the depths of Winter one December night
As my thoughts slept I awoke in delight
For at the end of my bed was what I'd always dreamed
He was tall of stature, just as my hopes seemed
His outstretched hand beckoned my rise
Standing before him looking into his eyes
I could see he had passion and a warmth for the dark
When he touched me so, he left his mark
In a broken dialect, with a Latin trace
I could sense gestures of welcome as I stand in his grace
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We sit together as his language turns to mine
Declaring me his second for now it's our time
We must summon his legions from the depths of this earth
To do this we must sacrifice to make the dark worth
He touches me again as my birth voice turns to black
A change in me I now feel, my allegiance to never lack
This devil so called to me immaculate to any man
To extinguish the light to be his master plan
As we step into the night, the earth opens like deep sores
His masses now march to spread darken spores
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Standing together we are, whilst his legions look on
Above us ravens and crows circle, deterring the light from being strong
He raises his fist drawing black clouds from the blue
Whilst his flocks of dark angels into the distance they flew
For they are his eyes as they patrol darkening skies
To seek out the light of which we despise
This man now my master turns to his legions and declares
If it shines like a light, no one is to be spared
The hill we now stand on, glows of crimson red
For the day has come that the earth has dread
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On chariots of fire winged serpents follow
Spewing out their flames, many villages swallowed
Silhouettes combust in momentary capture
Whilst the dark march on, in death plunder rapture
His ultimate aim is to turn day into night
Extinguish the light and turn the dark to the right
Heaven and Hell to be absorbed for the one
I am no longer second, for I am his son
Days, weeks and months, turned into decades of fear
Earth now lies spent, too arid for tears
Written 10/7/2010 4:51:00 PM
The Best Thing You Had...
May 27, 2013
"Frankly Speaking" I can't hide my kindness? My exterior says tough; Yet, for some reason you looked right pass that!
I did not intend to care-or to love or to march on beat- or to become unhinged.
Can I hide my eyes? Why are you not afraid- Why doesn't my indifference offend you? Before now, not even months ago, I was shrouded in beauty; Which I thought was the reason for your endearment.
This time I am now withered - No way for her to see the big deal you saw in me. Beauty nor homeliness is not allowed to not stand in the way of progress - I was your means to an end- Then after she asked after me. You spoke ill of me said, that I was "nothing to write home about “. By then I'd come to know That I was your "best kept secret ".
She has stolen me from you like a thief creeping in the shadows. As a good friend, she had to ask you to make sure that her next move would be fair' She ask after me again - As she was one of your uppity friends that coveted whatever you were doing.
You knew what it was- ' She knew there was more to me than met the eyes, and so did you. So, the day you all went sailing on your yacht is when you deceitfully gave her your presumptuous assessment of my worth.
She in turn revealed to me of your “cum si -cum saw” pretentiousness. She told me she would do better by me and how unappreciative you were. She came to rescue me. And we stole away to the Boca-Raton.
And the best thing you had was now gone.! Even though my survival instincts and my ability to turn nothing into something. Still pays off for you.
Now you had the profit all to yourself ... Although I think about it often,I bet you never had a clue.
Yet with all you knew,when she asks you about me, the backbone of your spineless spine: The truth could have been told --and we could have been fine-
We are sharing the memories of those days separately. Maybe you know now why I left you with your "mangoes ", I never told you the secrets in my sauce. As I am just "FRANKLY SPEAKING"
(tid-bits of my life)
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
Long behold a secret told,
That all’s beheld in falsi gold,
That glitters through our minds that think,
Into darkness sink, we sink,
All the worlds the knees bow down,
This Dragon that kills now sends its help,
What Hypocrisy! More or less’t,
A conspiracy against our God blessed Wes’t,
Truth be told, ‘Who’s to blame?’
Blame Ourselves, each one by name,
That when they worked against us all,
Sing did we, party and all,
Too much talks from all the mouths,
That spoke so much, seduced by doubts,
But forefathers said, when threats came by’d,
Stood up fearlessly, war they cried,
Backed off the 'Bully,' when Drums they heard,
A massive troop, new Vikings feared,
Kept at bay all diabolical plots,
By our forefathers minds, united thoughts!
Rise up again, O’ Peoples free,
Make war against this tyranny,
But first mend your houses, strengthen with prayers,
To be a warrior, first family cares!
Now march on battlefields be brave, this Dragon and his legions taunt and mock,
Sway not, be strong, into war thou bravely trot,
Defend thy freedom and thy land,
From this unholy sickening band
Of warriors who know only death,
No life in them, in vain they bled’th,
But you O’People bearers of life,
Hold thy Fortress with arms and knives,
What choice do you have when freedoms threat?
In to war thou go, a Psalm a breath,
For they won’t stop at any cost,
To torture and harass, toil and toss’t,
Reasons so much, so put forth to be,
In the garbage throw thy TV,
And all that causes mental blocks,
There’s no time to waste, hurry up, the clock tick tocks,
Once thou realize that indoors gloom,
Out you go, and outdoors bloom,
Strengthens thy loins and all that lives,
Stronger we get, resistance we gives,
Then observe the difference in the world,
Rendered effectively against the bioweapon hurled,
At us, a thought of bringing all down,
This Dragon digs a pit, don’t forget a pit for them to drown,
And in the end will you see,
The fruits of war’over tyranny,
Of this Dragon, that thinks a’splend,
Soon, Soon to come its Endless End.
The *********** Effect!
an angel stands under a lonely pine
showing the way to the lost souls
the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
and now
flags fly half mast
for those that no-more stand
buried in some far off
foreign land
the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us
never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls
the black
the young
and inside
the bold
we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made
and then told
stories of mateship
amongst the bold
mateship that was
never lost
never sold
so now we all step as one
together side by side
together the strong
the young
and
the old
metal gleaming
worn with
so much
pride
while skywards heads
are held
held up high
hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them
to also
make this ultimate
sacrifice
or that history books never
show them as a generation
that was bought
and sold
so we sing the lament of grace
telling us of the will of the brave
of honor
courage
and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases
and words used
on this cloudy
Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.