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At my Birth, I was heralded as a bastion for the Free.
I was torn down, burned, made ragged with bullets, and yet I held my head up high.
At Ft Sumter, my colors inspire all who see me.
Some nations see me as the light of hope for all.
Other nations see me as the heretic they hate.
My people embrace me and honor my values.
My embodiment of free will represents my people's resilience.
Other people will trample on me and curse me for who I represent.
My Colors are real and have a moral value.
White signifies purity and innocence.
Red symbolizes the blood spilled by our heroes to preserve our freedoms.
Blue signifies vigilance, perseverance, truth, and justice.
Lovingly, I am draped over my heroes, who gave all.
My Colors will never run as God is my Protector.
My presence at all functions across our nation is the great Unifier.
My people will never forget me when others have.
Our Nation will persevere in these colors no matter what the future holds.
These are the tenets of my people's hearts: to bear love of freedom for all.
With honor I hold and Glory to our Father, please bless America.
An RX ( Prescription) for healing of the World.
Each of us has a unparalleled part to
Protray in this prescription for healing
The World.
Healing is an art of one's entire being,
Edification with reference to one's entire
being.
Sometimes you often have to inhale,
Exhale and give yourself permission to
feel the hurt and pain.
It means the hurt and pain no longer
Controls you.
We are all one enter into darkness is
A gateway to the light.
Start by being kind to yourself and others.
End human harsh conditions, Embrace
more ompassion, peace, replace malice
with love.
Restore values and integrity, combat
environmental decay, preserve nature
And its inhabitants.
An RX ( Prescription) for healing of the
World.
Faces shrouded by tapestries of fabric
Obliterating emotion expressionless sighs faded
Sunlight obscured rays spread across the fields
Of daisies and sunflowers cascading in yellow
And white a magical floral feast for the eyes
Traversing barefoot carefully between
Each and every bloom to preserve the beauty
Without crushing them as long as possible
Finding a large rock I sat cross legged
In the middle of this meandering madness
Of floral paradise awaiting the sunset shadows
To cascade and further obscure petaliscious allure
The moon invaded with its own glorious shadow
Glow of grays and blacks as if the yellows and whites
Were so distant swallowed by the dark of night
spoke kin like
a true non establishmentarian.
Wily wordsmith wields wisdom and wit
renders requiem welcoming thee to visit,
no matter foisting poetic riffraff (mine)
necessitates applying figurative tourniquet
to staunch potential
life threatening hemorrhage
oozing out fifty shades of
your gray cerebral moon unit,
thus best be extremely cautious
heed warning to preserve
self interest and quit
while ahead, i.e. stop reading
and surreptitiously exit,
now lest noggin contents
rendered into pureed blivit
causing irrevocable damage,
now just for fun grab
amusement park ride ticket,
and picture yourself
in a boat on a river
squarely bobbing along...
barely staying afloat
courtesy soaked sponge square pants
within skeletal ricket
tee skiff analogous to
time warped white picket
fence forever lost and seasick
out of desperation imploring malefic
powers that be while moored thick
within (think) Scylla and Charybdis
not caring a lick
despite super tramping cheap trick
worse fate than death,
where metaphorical flick
finds one human flotsam and jetsam (ye)
violently sucked into realm wick
head witch, which
in toto along metaphorical yellow brick
road nsync cues soundcloud
faintly reminiscent of Herman's hermit
mid nineteen sixties approximate
time Beatles made mop top headlines
both bands selling
one after another smash hit,
where half crazed lasses frenziedly
screamed and threw maniacal fit
activating advent of groupies
they made nun sense sickle habit
to shadow many rock and roll band
initially majority identifying as Brit
nowadays global musical hodgepodge
synthesized linkedin with fitbit.
You say you will desert your faith and publicly
And if the brethren won't stop you you'll lament hysterically
That you have one more reason out of their lack of concern
Praying that they scatter and never return
But Christ is the Head and He will forever preserve a remnant
Heed His Will and don't worship for selfish wants
For the Father knows that you want these things
Lace not your supposed reverence with attached strings
In the fullness of time which you see as delay
And the lure of the world's pleasure tempts you to stray
You'll have been weak for fainting in the day of trouble
For circumstance proves your commitment unstable
Trouble troubles all but we are to be of good cheer
Hard-pressed from all sides hold your faith dear
Though you have tarried longer than others
Even longer than was required of your forefathers
Your path is unique to you purpose and such as is your time
To complement other calls that they all together sublime
The Psalmist fears not the valley of the shadow of death
And so shall you personally know and say in your breath
When a way has been made for you when there was none
Praises of your God shall come from the witness of your clan
Erasing all doubt about enduringly seeking God to the end
For there is seen faith they could commend and recommend.
K. Muitherero.
...A gentle squeeze back on the trigger
and the slug shot straight out for its target,
the buck jerked hard, then he bolted away,
for a second Devin feared he had missed it.
But the stag faltered, then collapsed hard
into the frosted white and brown turf.
Devin breathed fast, frozen as he watched the
deer sprawl out motionless on the cold earth.
When he climbed down and went out to the kill
he still couldn’t believe the shot he had made,
but that young buck lay there before his eyes,
it had been a very successful first day.
As he bent down, and took out a long knife,
he heard new footsteps crunching in the snow,
clad in orange, his grandfather walked up,
“Heard the short, hoped you had laid something low.”
He paused and gave an appreciative nod,
“Quite a deer, and your first time at that!
Guess we better start with the field dressing,
then I’ll help you drag this fine buck back.”
It took a deal of time to dress the kill,
Devin never had done such work before,
but he had to now, to preserve the meat,
so cut through some blood and some gore.
When they dragged the kill back, grandma came out,
said,”Didn’t think he’d score on his first day.
There’s gotta be sixty pounds of meat there,
better hang him up by the barn to drain.”
When that was done they went into the house,
spent twenty whole minutes scrubbing clean,
Gramps was quite impressed, and as a reward
gave Devin a belt from a flask of whisky.
They sat at the table while lunch did cook,
Gramps asked,”How’d you feel when you took the shot?
Devin said,”Nervous, didn’t know what came next,
but I’m happy with the meat that we’ve got.”
Gramps said,”Well, You’ve grown a bit today,
and not because you can make something dead.
Because now you can see what it requires
for a man to keep his family fed.
“It’s not just packages at the market,
it's part toil, part sweat, and part fear.”
Devin just nodded as he heard the words,
“I’ll have to come back and hunt more next year.”
Later gramps smiled, and spoke with his wife,
“I think today really did him some good.
Now if we could only get his father,
away from screens, and back out in the woods...”
I am building bridges as hard and as fast as I can,
not seeing that my own bridge is burning
until there is nothing left, so I have to begin
again, and be much smarter this time.
Build your bridges, but be careful.
Make sure yours is on a trust strong
foundation, so you can unite and link
with others, and we can uplift each other.
Building bridges was something we all understood
prior to our arrival. To preserve ourselves, and
to retain our good natures and maintain
our uplifted personality, we have to build them
for none of us are islands.
But only in the rarest of instances when the
bridge has been so caustic and mean
and unwilling to listen, should you consider
tearing up a bridge. Of course, you must
run out of all viable choices before you light
a fire onto another's bridge.
Throw a boat out with a long tow rope,
just in case they change their mind and
decide to come around later, for a bridge
is a savings place and saving is why we
are here.
I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
leaning tower of teenage angst,
Wrapped now in decades of neglect.
Why can't I dispose of you?
Clutter crime of nostalgia's pull
This craving for rock 'n roll renegades,
singers of weed-garden life
punishers of social rules
Ageless idols of grainy texture
in fraying fabrics, tie dyed
So many odes to love, longing, anger
Snippets of R n' R once bleeding from open windows,
like wanderers dancing in darkness
Charged rhythm once labelled
force of evil,
Musical clout like tattered boxing gloves
Limitless bliss to unstuck youth
Something to stagger to,
life's nimble recollection,
a secret world
of cherished entry
Implacable lyrics
that preserve themselves
in all that spins
(Poem revised July 2020 with 2 new stanzas added, along with a title change.)
American soldiers have given their lives
in war after war after war after war
Be they in the Army, in the Navy
in the Air Force or the Marine Corps
For four constitutional freedoms
they made the ultimate sacrifice
Freedom of Speech, of the Press
Freedom of Religion, of Assembly
the right to petition and redress
Rightly do we honor the fallen heroes
who've nobly defended our country's ideals
But it is on us who remain to preserve what we've cherished
not to forgo them in tawdry backroom deals
Yet it seems that is just what we've done for the past 60 years
What began as 'cultural revolution' has morphed into fascism and fear
Can we this Memorial Day recall and restore our vaunted freedoms
ere they vanish in dusky corridors of abandoned museums?
Mother is just a simple word,
that often in the home is heard.
A noun, a person young or old,
a verb which many roles enfold.
Ordained by God, children to birth,
And populate the virgin earth.
To nurture them with tender care,
an instrument His love to share.
The one who holds a nation’s reins,
she educates her children’s brains.
When mother fails to play her role,
the whole society pays the toll.
Instead of demeaning her role
Let’s lift up Mother on a pole.
When governments usurp her place
What baleful woes societies face.
Let’s celebrate this Mother’s Day
not in the usual kind of way.
Resolve to preserve mother’s role,
So, society can remain whole.