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June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To repatriate Europe's lost countries
The Devonshire, Hampshire regiments but two
The Allied might in this incredible feud
Beach landing storm, between Le Hamel - Ver sur Mer
Sectors Item, Jig and King
Is where the 79th Armoured would sing
Beachhead established, Mulberry harbour plan
Reaching Bayeux, cut the road to Caen
East we will go, meet with the Canadian troops
Juno Beach they landed in their infantry groups
King sector assault, casualties high
Our tanks now landed, their shells fly
Enemy positions pounded
Men of both die
Jig sector assault, Le Hamel fell
Village by village, only time will tell
Creully and Crepon reached and taken
Forsaken
Item sector, commando strong
Harbour to take, enemy thrawn
Important target, supplies to land
Eventual demise of this German stand
From this landing, our masses advanced
Through deadened lands, i never glanced
To absorb the sights that i witnessed there
To look ahead, no stop no stare
As i sit at home and close my eyes
Not knowing whether to despise
Being in the middle of carnage hell
Our Hero's fell, but I'm here to tell
" Dedicated to Stanley Elton Hollis - the one and only recipient
of the Victoria Cross on D-Day June 6th 1944, but they are all hero's "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Some people say
that loving souls
in positions of power
are ideally
going to be
someone with
a great duty
to the greater world
as well as
a personal goal
to try to
improve themselves.
Others believe
that a good soul
who cares about others
ultimately knows the value
of relying
on self-reflection
and avoiding
the brutal violence
and the pillaging
of our wealth.
There are others
who think
sad souls
in positions of power
think they are too great
and make excuses
while refusing change
and growth
instead of
mastering the hand
they were dealt.
Being cruel
to everyone
and never
ever apologizing
for anything bad
that they do
and failing to grow
is exactly how
these souls arrive
in the shadow realm.
To wind up
in the
shadow realm
is to face
extensive spiritual karma
that forces you
to rethink
your entire life
from the
first house
to the twelfth.
So we do
what we must
to learn
from their mistakes;
for we know
this is
a time period
where everyone
has to
check themselves
before they
wreck themselves.
I walk away
from conflicts
in the name of
a deep peace
that keeps me
from suffering
so I can
bring my people
more light --
because
community spirit
doesn't belong
abandoned
on a shelf.
Without arbitration( a general notion of terms)
a solution was found to appease both parties.
Separation of was is current
means to define each aspect in
both positions and then
neogate the teams from the middle.
That gave the parent company the position of
"most concerned"
allowing the new words that
were needed
to be used as part of
the negotiating strategy.
(applied 65%/85%/95%/100%)
the collaboration of the two
put the exiting contract
in dispute;
and allowed the negators to
revail the terms of the newly
proposed contract. Citing the interest
of both positions.
Fair and accurate.
Each forum and position
than was taken into account as
the new word
usage was sorted and gathered.
F reedom has been granted to the offender
O ffended ones receive fresh freedoms within
R eigns of guilt and self-accusing have ended
G race has pardoned, covered, and cast away the offence
I, the offender, is liberated; I, the offended cease deliberating
V ictors who desist from holding on, are now enabled to move on
E levated to new positions of victory, forgivers sit on thrones of love
N ew normal of grace fills the empty spaces
E nemies lurking within me are then obliterated
S ins of bitterness, resentment, and revenge are gone
Salvation and a heavenly satisfaction have now arrived
08112017 PS Contest, End October Premiere, Strand
Matthew 6:12
God’s Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch
It starts off like a molecule but much smaller
God goes on vacation in that deep ocean there within
It takes centuries at great speeds to find the place
To locate the center of supernatural nutrition
When He arrives, lunch is prepared and waiting
He leaves scientists and artists up above with love
On Earth as His replacements
While He takes some time
Dines in high majestic fashion
Trusts us to carry on with His creation
And poets are left behind to find their lines and inspiration
Without a care in His Divine, creative intervention
Atoms are His favorite things to eat
The ones with charm and magnetic delicious emissions
He saves diamond elements for later
The small shiny ones, for forever afternoons to savor
And never needs a spoon to find positions of His food
Circling in orbit in their own electron or electric heavens
He snacks on them in a dawn song of soup and coffee
With angels in the molecules
The minuscule zone is full of holes. (Some are holy)
Moving through old, new, original particles much smaller
Where creation begins along with salted matter
When He returns, He offers poets some special crackers
And some lines, preserved over time, that they forgot
Created on 9/20/14 for God’s Kind Of Poetry Contest
Photographs fixed in fixative curse memories to fade,
As they are too true and static, starkly black and white.
Recalling a snap-shot, not how you want your memories made.
Each scene fixed in time, ever fading thereafter, in the light.
We want our memories to age gracefully, not fade,
Embellished by fuzz that blurs the lines to soft and warm,
With wishful thinking blotting out the bad bits made,
Enhancing the good bits, to pride of place in the reform.
The ghosts hanging on the wall, now growing pale,
Are not ghosts at all, for ghosts are living apparitions.
That change, as our memories change their every detail.
We want our memories to grow, not to have fixed positions.
In fading photographs of loved ones and scenes we find,
Unwanted forgotten memories, not what we had in mind.
All we are part and parcel of the world
see all are tiny soul droplets of the whole
to enter in to pure insight demands to wash outer sight
everything will be clearly seen then the reality
so to rebuild resurrect purify again and again
no matter the positions where we lie
feel keep the whole world on soft small palms
see yourself with in it from every angles
feel yours only yours you are of yourself only
in your yourself all yourselves are related own
God asks to reach His purposed destination
Tossing and turning in Whitman’s grass,
Breathing every fervent loving sensate,
My deliberate doubts, you may bypass,
To obey the certainty of Christian dictates.
To some, my probes attack settled law,
My queries are grounds for execution.
I don’t mind those symbols wedged in your craw.
I just seek truths instead of words well spun.
Truth travels in a continuous passage,
Skipping along in temporary stays.
Its spice, I briefly taste like sausage,
I recall the tactile surges from hand plays.
Truth is the process of honesty,
It lacks fixation with fixed positions.
The honest house supplies the best prophecy,
The honest road brings wondrous conditions.
In my days remaining, I shall sing of myself,
No better or worse than anyone dwelling here,
Some believing in numbers have called me BELF.
But life never neatly resolves with answers so sure.
Resplendent quest, glorious uncertainty of rapture,
You are my radiant God, my unknowable religion.
Absent your pursuit, I live without color or texture.
With your passionate affection, I’m fully alive, in motion.
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
School didn’t teach me about human behaviour
if I had known the basics it would have been my saviour.
How could I anticipate those so different to myself
prepared to make the lowly moves that I would not have dealt
who don’t know honest competition
attacking from stealthy positions
branding negativity
on everyone they ever see
against a person unaware
talked about when they ain’t there
a rumour lie or story where
their reps destroyed out of thin air
The slanderously unarmed soul
who has no talent if truth be told
delivering tales that unfold
of someone bad of someone cold
feeding minds a narrative
some gossip to be parroted
of he or she and what they did
to make you judge the way they live
and while the people sit and listen
there is one thing they are missing
the person talking in their vision
seeing them for whom they isn’t
because liars talk they have to lie
they say it first do you know why?
To get it out ahead of time
they plant events into the mind
while truth has no such motivation
it’s dealing with the situation
not trying to win over the nation
like liars do in desperation.
Pay attention to the person talking not who they talk about
speak to the one they talk of and be sure to hear them out
the one who plays the hero plays the victim without doubt
they make others look negative in all they say and shout
Pay attention to the person talking not who they talk about