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Biblical Not Political
A young woman turned political in my day
Pulled in to a debating world on topics that would sway
Involved with the topics disappointed with news,
Failing our race with disgrace, and political power misused.
All my life an American patriot, since from sixteen I recall,
believing “United we stand, and divided we fall.”
Seeing a nation now divided before my eyes,
with such extreme that one’s party of choice, could mean their demise.
Having affiliation with both political sides, now feeling displaced,
Now deciding that for peace and guidance, to seek God’s face.
He showed me a vision of an eagle, only to watch and pray,
for our country and whatever President, of our day,
He showed me that for voting guidance, not for what will be heard,
To open up my Bible and study His Word.
“I will use whomever I will; but you this day,
whether a King is righteous or is wicked, I will have my way.”
“My eye is on the eagle, but you keep your eyes on me,
for my Word shall also be fulfilled in your present day.
On that day I left my patriotism in God’s hand,
for the failing ground of America, His Word I now stand!
Biblical not political, is the way I now go,
Encouraging unity in Christ Jesus, is all you need to know.
The devil
not leaving ...
still in my employ
Our contract
most simple ...
once signed to destroy
He offers
me riches
beyond every dream
And smiles
the smile
his depravity screams
Contented
to wait
as time has no measure
Within his dark
fortune
damnation a treasure
But once
out of wishes
the reckoning comes
To bathe
in the mire
— of eternity’s scum
*********
Red Coats & Tempests
If history
interred
in the shallowest
grave
Freedom
reborn
in a desperate
age
Throughout conflict
and eras
they march
hand in hand
History
for certain
but freedom
must stand
The attacks
on its drafters
and champions
combined
To carry
e’er forward
and forever
remind
That values
held precious
and tenets
held true
With blood
and with treasure
be defended
anew
Until
decades and
centuries
have given it form
And through
red coats
and tempests
— to weather the storm
********
Let Freedom Ring
The decent opinion
of humanity
is the lever
that changes the world
The defense of that
opinion has bound us
into a country
that history will herald
The tenets and phrases
defining
what the patriot
and free man requires
Contained in our
most sacred scripture
by Jefferson
— and others inspired
**********
Death Before Dishonor
Crushing the hardest stone
besting the vilest foe
Raising the highest flag
sinking the deepest hoe
Living one for the other
in unity we stand
Death before dishonor
— upon this sacred land
********
Safe Passage
Your words
are most attractive
They sit
above your form
To tell of deep
encounters
Inside
where truth is born
They float most free
above you
A literary
crown
To guarantee
safe passage
And speak the truth
— profound
(The New Room: June, 2026)
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
State of Grace
An Army nurse hoses blood off the floor.
while the doughnut dollies smile and flirt
with the wounded boys
down the hall.
Back home they scream baby killers, Spit in our
faces with sadistic joy.
White sheets cover the dead soldiers, just boys, being wheeled
out one after another, out the door, too late.
Body bags await, and body parts stacked up by the door.
She held his cold hand, as he lay dying, in fear… calling
calling for his momma,
Nurses in tears can’t take any more, but they wheel in
another dying boy through the door.
Screams of pain, dulled by heavy monsoon rain
pounding on too thin canvas walls.
Unforgiven... in a State of Grace one boy after another dies
time and time again, she must hose their blood off the floor.
Padre telegram in trembling hand, knocks on the… it’s
The door is open?
Memories of rows flag draped lead lined coffins
as he steps through the door.
And sees the boy’s young wife, naked, with a stranger.
on the… looks away, can’t watch this anymore...
who the are you?
Your husbands been wounded,
but he is doing well, he lies...... Well…. Wel..l
Well, he has lost both of his arms and legs,
she said, So, he’s not dead? , , ,
no NO GOD DAMNED insurance payout,
no no no?
He turns and leaves the boys wife
still naked wife in a State of Grace, with a
stranger on the…..
Padre in tears walks out the door ….
Shaking hands, he, recounts
the telegrams, undelivered, yet again, quickly,
there’s still six more.
Fate, like Charlottes topaz eyed… tiger still lurking in shadows
As an Army nurse in a State of Grace,
hoses the blood off the floor, and stacks
the body bags by the door...
(c) London F. BuSS
11,000 nurses served in Vietnam, were volunteers. Many still suffer from PTSD.. GrocPedia (Elon Musks) wikipedia did an interesting review of this poem. I should say that im not a
pacifycist, i was a soldier, and i would rather die a patriot than a coward...
Be loyal whether things are going your way or not.
Unite with your fellow dwellers
Speak your mind
After you listen to their views
Take them seriously
You are in this together
Be loyal to your country, your family, and your friends
Do not allow anyone to put them down.
Stand up for what is right.
Show that you are listening,
And when you disapprove
Explain why in a kind and loving way.
Be loyal to your soldiers. Defend them and their assignments.
They are not given choices. They are given orders.
They follow them in good faith.
To keep the country healthy.
To allow you to enjoy your life
While they are possibly sacrificing theirs
In your honor.
Be loyal to your country’s mandates, and beliefs.
If there is something that needs to be changed,
Advocate.
But in a heartfelt, cooperative,
Wise and caring way.
Do not speak badly of your government or her policies.
Be loyal always.
The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace
A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands
Crawlers, render their lives giving grace
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings
Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post
Glorious by numbers, screaming blades
Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost
Soldiers come in a little close
Crawling, missing limbs,
Twisted nightmare with no ending
Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind
Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky
Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on walls, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face
Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin
Distant, before Texas and her annexation,
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!
By: PD
Today-July 17, 2026, I wish to give every parent a list of songs and poems with great character building advice and admonitions which you should encourage your children to listen or read.
These to me, in my most humble opinion the world's most influential and positive songs and poems ever.
These were all divinely inspired compositions.
Songs
Chalkdust- We Is We-Identity
Chalkdust- Cultural Heritage.
Valentino-Life is a stage
Beckett-Hezekiah.
Lord Cam-Message of Goodwill.
Any Williams-The Impossible Dream.
Gayle Caldwell also Frank Sinatra-Cycles.
Joni Mitchell also Neil Diamond-Both Sides now.
Les Crane-Desiderata-poem written by Max Ehrman.
The Black National Anthem.
English Nationalistic Song-I Vow to Thee My Country.
The Beatles-Let It Be.
The Byrds- Turn , Turn.
Lord Cam- Fret Not.
Lord Cam-Cultural Hypocrisy.
Lord Shorty-Who God Bless.
Lord Shorty-Watch Out My Children.
Lord Shorty-That Ain Good Enough.
The Hymn-It is well with My Soul.
King Starshield-Vicious Circle.
King Starshield- Justice On De Ole Hog.
Calypso Franco-We Ready
Calypso Joe-A Nation To Build
Observer-Patriot.
Andre Crouche -The Lord Is My Light
Sammy Davis Jr- I've Gotto be Me
Lord Cam-I Believe in Me.
Frank Sinatra/Tom Jones/ Paul Anka-My Way
Glen Campbell- I will Pass this way but once.
Glen Campbell- Less Of Me.
Glen Campbell- Try A Little Kindness.
Tom Jones/ Dionne Warwick- What The World Needs Now
Bruce Hornsby And The Range-The Way It Is
Phil Collins-Another Day In Paradise.
Peter Tosh-Equal Rights
Bob Marley-War
Bob Marley-Rat Race
The Hollies/Neil Diamond-He Aint Heavy He's My Brother.
Bill Withers-Lean On Me.
Peter Tosh -Lessons In My Life.
Penguin-What Sweet In Goat Mouth.
Peter Tosh -Stand Firm
Matthew Wilder-Nobody gonna break my Stride.
King Starshield-The Good Man.
Billy Preston-That's The Way God Planned It.
Poems
Rudyard Kipling-If
The Serenity Prayer.
Lord Cam-Advice To The Young.
Lordd Cam-Rules or Priniciples to Live by.
Lord Cam-The Secrets to Happiness.
Lord Cam-Lord Cam's List.
Lord Cam- I am a Deep Thinker.
Lord Cam-The Life To Live.
In Addition
Martin Luther King Sermon/Speech-On The Drum Major Instinct.
Martin Luther King Jr- Sermon/Speech- On The Good Samaritan.
Observing the realities of today's society
While contemplating the legacy we leave our children
Seeing only degradation of morality
And destruction of purpose
As we liberalize a generation
Making murder of the unseen child
Obsession of materialism
Exploitation of the human spirit
Not only acceptable
But encouraged
Dividing by status
With governmental repression of achievement and the repeated errors
Committed three centuries ago under puritanical rule
A legacy of blatant stupidity supported by
A not so supreme court of lawless
And a House of Misrepresentation
Promoting failure
Demoralizing effort and vision and
Creating entitlement minded robots
Of human flesh and programmed minds
No longer able to rebel only to accept what is, as is
A cry for the return of the patriot
A need to resurrect the glory
A reversal of the demise of faith
Restoring hope
An assault on ignorance then will become
A legacy of love
GET’ER DONE
I don’t like a bragging bigot,
Tall in stature, but in class, a midget
A man of faith, a fool to some
But at least a man who’ll get’er done.
I don’t like a man, who’s mouth is runny,
You’ll be outraged or think it’s funny.
A brilliant boss, a beast to some,
At least a man who’ll get’er done.
Don’t like a bull in a China shop,
Cut to the chase, fail or flop.
Not a fan of most everyone,
But at least a Hulk who’ll get’er done.
Would we rather one tailor fit,
political liar, bumbling twit...
A wrecking ball that ain’t bout Schmidt?
Excuse my colorful candid wit.
Give me a proven man
whose paid the cost,
have built an empire being the boss,
Went far out into the deep,
to save his country rocked to sleep
Some’ll beg to differ, but here’s the sum.
We needed a patriot who would get’er done!
A paper and a pen
I need a few to tell stories of my pain
Not of what has passed
But of that which is to come
If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is
Pink skin yet of my father’s race
No melanin even on the hair on my face
I fear the sun, it doesn’t favor my kind
I fear the dark; it plays games with my mind
And I fear my own people,
That I’m a man they don’t mind
"People-phobic'', I thought they were brothers
Maybe not anymore because they have places to go,
Houses to build, cars to buy,
a life to live, food to dine;
Because they think I am the gateway to Jacuzzis
That my bones are a fortune worth taking a life for
I was only born different as my purpose was, different
Should I scream? Should I mourn?
Should I call the pastor to do my eulogy?
Should I be waiting for another sunset?
Maybe bid farewell to the melodies from the air?
How long should I be living in terror?
For we never know, who and when it will be
Brothers are slaying brothers
Whom shall I trust? The police?
Who is to blame? The neediness?
Should I cover my skin from the sun?
And hide my skin from your sons?
If I had dark skin, I would breach
To save my skin, and ease mama’s worries
But this pale cocoon will take me to the grave
Save me, I am a son and a brother too
I am a mother, and a patriot too
I have dreams, and future ahead
I am just different, and not the “Capital”