Long Nations Poems
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A belated happy Mother's day
Apologies for a day's delay
And since there's no known cure for celebration
I know you are still under the effects of the occasion
For a mother is a mother on mother's day
And any other day that is anyone's birthday
Which ranges from any day and totals to everyday
And since a day can't host everyday, we appreciate day to day
May the children be blessed that ye may be proud
To make empires out of inheritance and nations out of a crowd
To reign, find favour and be unbowed
To bequeath and to be endowed
Long live the long living of motherhood
From whence the count of life begins for every brood
They have filled the earth till it has become the land of the living
All manner of people in their knowing, proving, doubting and believing
And to the one that set apart the second Sunday of May
Who obviously must have been a man I must say
Blessed be his mother too
And blessed be our mothers too.
K. Muitherero
You were named
to seduce hope.
Erik the Red
sold you with a lie.
Green land
for frozen bones.
Once unwanted.
Now desired.
Not for love.
For power.
Not for people.
For position.
America looks at you
with hungry eyes.
Not with respect.
With appetite.
But land
is not meat.
And nations
are not for sale.
You belong
to your people.
To your history.
To your scars.
Colonialism, they said,
was buried.
But greed
does not die.
It only
changes flags.
Gandhi warned us:
Need is human.
Greed is a curse.
When resources shrink,
brothers become enemies.
And friendship
turns into strategy.
America,
you were meant
to be a guide.
But you stagger
like a drunk father—
loud, lost,
and dangerous.
Europe,
do not sleep
inside borrowed safety.
The one who guards you
today
may test you
tomorrow.
Power never loves.
It calculates.
And history has taught us:
When empires hunger,
even brothers
become prey.
Look at me and see the handsomeness in this face,
I am a virile part of the beautiful Human Race:
a bit of dad, a bit of mom has made me perfect;
I never dislike myself and feel inferior: it's self-prejudice!
Since Adam and Eve gave birth to Abel and Cane,
we have created powerful nations and races of intellect...
one battles against the other for dominion and superiority;
many mix, others remain pure to claim their identity!
It's not absurd to say I have the genes of Adam and Eve,
our parents were created from mud and the breath of His spirit;
we all have eyes, legs and arms and a mind to perceive
what's good and bad, what's just and unjust, what's moraliastic
and immoralistic: all these aspects are found within our souls
that express exquisitive thoughts and also offensive words.
Nothing but love creates harmony where there's disharmony,
pursue happiness even if it seems too remote from aspiration,
offer hope and comfort to the ones who are willing to stop and listen,
sacrifice yourself for a worthy mission and travel that distance
to reach who needs bread and water for their feeble bodies,
heal their social wounds with the recitation of biblical verses.
I've seen the grief in their glances and heard their voice of dissidance;
even the most advanced societies have rules and laws of inequality.
I proud myself of having the genes of Adam and Eve, and I must
love everyone the way I love myself, sometimes putting me last;
this society has created resentment, anger, bitterness and malady,
and instead of understanding and human compassion they lack pity.
and as the wind starts to blow
I never will never ever know
who will be the one to show
up to represent the populations
and as clouds go overhead
I kindly hear what they said
promising to feed us bread
but give it to other nations
and as raindrops hit my window sill
I hope I can get my fill
of liberty and free will
and truthful realizations
and as the thunder hits
I gather all my wits
to make a stand against it
but I have no relations
as the storm starts to end
I try to make amends
with the political friends
who hand out accusations
who is it that makes a stand
and pull up all our hands
uniting people of the land
with freedom as a destination
all men should be equal here
but that not the case I fear
who will be the one to steer
us out of desperation
then through breaks the sun
promising us someone
who may get the job done
and hopefully meet our expectations
the beams of light cover us all
and we promise not to fall
and hopefully someone hears the call
of our voiceless generation
Requiem for America!
Requiem for the death of our
National liberty and freedom.
Requiem for the American dreams.
Requiem for the freedom of expression.
Requiem for the Statue of Liberty!
Requiem of the land of the free and
The home of the brave!
Requiem for the power of the press.
The death of our governmental democracy.
Is being carefully planned and orchestrated.
By hostile nations located on the eastern side
Of the Atlantic Ocean.
"Chanting death to America! Death to the
America's God! Death to the American flag!
Death to the American beacon of freedom and
Liberty! Death to Freedom and Democracy!
We have won! And defeated the great Satan, America!
Death, total destruction and no quarter!
Requiem for Old Glory, our national flag.
Requiem for blue lives matter!
Requiem for de-funded police departments.
Requiem for our national monuments,
And national documents.
Requiem for safe and stable
City streets. Business are being
Closed down! But people have
To earn a living so their families can eat!
Requiem for our representative government!
Victory for the followers of hate speech,
Victory for the believers of political correctness.
Victory for those against freedom of thinking,
Acting and expression!
Victory for violent riots and protests on our cites streets.
Victory for those shutting down the operations of
Our cities and our towns. And harassing and killing
Our own people! Victory for gun violence on
City streets. Victory for rape, murder and mayhem
And real chaos and confusion!
Victory for paid professional Communist agitators.
Who hide themselves under the banner of
Black Lives Matter. Those people Who believe in a
Just cause have been hijacked! "If black people are
Not careful, they could lose their nation!" Love
From Venezuela!
Requiem for freedom of religious expression being classified
As hate speech! Requiem celebrating the demise of
Our beloved nation America. Requiem for the death
Of the Ten Commandment monuments. Courtesy of Freedom
From Religion Coalition. They do not want to be held accountable
To God! They want to deny his very existence!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020
A long time afterward have bloomed the flowers of love at last
A long time afterward the pigeon has dropped the letter of love
The two nations Cuba and the USA though lie close to each other
Nevertheless the ideology-chains incarcerated those letters of love
In the air of both states poems and birds did fly quite in plenty
But the politics and warships didn’t care a whit about a love link
Fragile ego and ruinous self-love raise Hitler in our soul universally
Though we wish to keep the windows open to let in breeze of love
Still the high walls rise before us making our eyes blind to blue sky
Deprived of dews our soul saplings go on crying for rains of love
The initiative and the planning have finally yielded the red zinnia
Barack Obama opened the barracks to set off all the captive pigeons
A red cap, a red ring in throat, orange beak, a bird near my window
Sweetly whistles the tune of friendship linking Obama and Raul
Even the sky has come down in drizzle to greet this historic union
May Obama’s umbrella protect the spring of the “historic opportunity’’
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March 21, 2016
Sit back on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
a beautiful painting or picture that left you in awe
When music sifted through your ears
and your spirit did lift
or it touched your heart and down poured the tears
Think of a fragrance of your favorite perfume to smell
bringing pleasant aromas for your mind to dwell
Let your mouth water as you picture your favorite meal
Remember a blanket's silky softness comforting feel
Unique people develop these creations
from many continents and nations
From whence comes that little spark
that motivates humans to produce art
Whether it be painting, poetry, jokes, or books
gardening, fragrances, music, or cooks
dancing, teaching, pottery, fixing things or more
From whence is the source of our inspiring core
Sit on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
A beautiful sunset, or moonlight that left you in awe
The sound of birds chirping sifted through your ears
soft cooing of a baby touched your heart, down came some tears
Think of the smell of a fragrant flower tree
or the sweet juice of fruit or the many flavors of tea
Remember the softness of the wind
how it felt gently blowing on your skin
The feel of a kitten's fur or the sharp edges of a fish fin
The core of our inspiration is a gift from God I believe
God the greatest artist made us in His image, you and me
He takes the dust of the earth and brings it to life
Creating beauty that eases minds and heals strife
No wonder at times arises a little spark
to give back our gift, message, prayer through our art
A means to commune with people of all kinds
Melting the barrier between our hearts and minds
Just as the potter can remake pots that break
God can rekindle that spark in our core for our art to create
If we can inspire one smile or touch a hurting heart
feed a hungry soul, our gift has done a part
You’re not back in the USSR
And you don’t have a ticket to ride.
There’s no magic in your mystery tour.
The Walrus isn’t on your side.
You took a long and winding road
Because we couldn’t work it out.
Yesterday you raged across the universe.
You should have known better, no doubt.
You’re a loser, and it won’t be long
Before they’ve shattered your glass onion dome.
Help for you is another four-letter word.
You’d better let it be and just go home.
Something in the way you goosestep
Is what enlightened nations can’t forgive.
Get back to where you once drank vodka,
And don’t even tell me all you need is Lviv.
What gain is reaped in war's cruel strife?
What honor does it truly crown?
When lives young and old, precious, ripe,
Stooped, silenced—dreams torn down?
In ruins, wailings, someone sobbing,
Loved ones lie lifeless—tragic loss,
Wars waged by kings of greed,
Hungry political grues.
Dominion, power pursuit,
Wealth, pride, and prestige,
Autocracy, they boast,
Cost peaceful lives' carnage.
Selfishness—the color of their love,
Clad in strong political will,
Torn weak nations, they grabbed,
Incite wars for their fill,
From national pride to world command,
Hawkish kings seek domination,
Enslaving others, for their brand,
Expend others in desolation.
Their greed can never meet—
Satisfaction with material wealth,
God will come, their dreams are killed,
Judge their debt long unpaid.
Their arrogance, they dare claim,
To be gods, rulers of all,
But when God Himself returns, proclaims—
His kingdom on Earth will sum it all.
Patience prepares us for salvation,
Avenge the oppressed, grant their plea,
God, the only true God, and King of creation,
Settle the world's controversy.
War prowls not in nations ,
but along threads we cannot see,
stirred by men afraid of being small.
They hide behind heavy drapes…
Blind to the dust they leave behind.
Egos puff up and snap with each word,
sparks falling into fields,
that never asked for fire.
Voices puff themselves up like proud birds,
words flicker over dry tinder--
pauses yawning wide for disaster.
Ego, restless as a fidgeting child,
tugs at the world until it tips and leans, laughing,
chuckling as cities lose their balance,
holding on tighter
until Hope folds in on itself and retreats into shadow.
And still they feed it,
men who drape themselves in wrath like armor,
bowing to Force as if it held a crown.
Victory casts a faint , weary smile
while the World leans aside,
guarding its secrets in silence.
The Selfish Egos of War
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Contest Judged: 1/11/2026 6:54:00 AM
( 1st Place )
Written: 11/29/2025 (Don Mueang)