Long Salute Poems
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I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!
I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!
I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!
I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!
I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!
I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!
I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!
I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!
I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)
I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!
I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!
I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!
I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!
I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes
great balls of fire falling
in her tears black snowfalls
Burning smell of sulphur burns
rolling down the mountains molten lava
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots of Hell's fire
Crying infants wailing out mercy
embraced in their mothers arms
held together with fathers
They roared to the Gods for help
falling silver ashes remains
Imagining God had forsaken them
as the skies disappeared from their eyes
falling into the darkening death vision
Their universe plunged into darkness
Victims they felt death falling upon them
A deadly feeling they are the children
cursed by the damned volcano
No where to run
No where to hide
They stop and the black ash swallows them
like a carpet of night forever gone
but always remembered in hearts
the fall of a great city in living history
truly lives forever in the archives of our time
I would be the Celtic gladiator
silent cathedral of burning stars
receive this whisper
from a small blue world.
we are the fragile voices of earth,
children of oceans and wandering winds,
our cities glow like scattered constellations
trying to imitate your ancient light.
we are imperfect—
we quarrel, we fall, we forget the sky,
yet every night we raise our eyes again
like seeds reaching for dawn.
o distant travelers of the galaxies,
if your paths ever cross our fragile orbit,
know that beneath these clouds
live hearts that wonder as you do.
we write our greetings in music and fire,
in poems launched toward your silence.
if you hear this humble ode, remember:
in the vast choir of stars,
earth is a small voice learning to sing.
Black life matters
What error did the black man commit
Peace and prosperity is all he seeks
But the entire world does not understand this
We are treated like beings of a lesser God even in our own continent
Yes it’s us the people in the dark continent
But why pity us for been dark and living in the dark continent
We pride ourselves with the open opportunities that have been given to us
We own gold and do not need a building to store for it’s spread across
Our fields are heavenly Blessed with abundance of food
Who told the rest of the world we need aid to survive ?
Yes let’s trade with the world
Yes we welcome the world to Africa
Yes we may be less advanced in technology
But we do not demand respect from anyone for we know who we are
Yes we have issues but our issues do not need any outsiders to solve them
Yes we know majority of our leaders are worthless but we made the choice
Yes we know we sometimes lack enough to feed our neighbours but do not ridicule our problems.
If you can’t help us then stay away from us
Despise us because of our skin colour but realise we are the ones with actual gold reserves
Despise us we are living in 3rd world economies but realise that here we say no hurry in Africa
Despise us for family ties for your people preach divorce and separation
Despise us for traditional beliefs but know we survived on them before you came uninvited
We are Africans and been African is our business
We didn’t volunteer to settle in the US, it’s you who forcibly forced us to become your slaves
We didn’t ask for anything free but you brought your ideas to us
Yes we are sorry we have prospered by God’s mercy alone
If you see a black man they hold a tale no author can write
If you see a black man he’s a blessing from God
If you see a black man salute him for he had endured much and still stands firm
View us with the eyes of peace and live but do not engage us in violence for we are peace
American Soldier
God Bless you all, American Soldiers.
For your dedication: to Our Country.
For putting your own life first;
You are even sacrificing;
Losing your life to save many.
Fighting for our Liberties and Freedom.
To keep my life; for saving our lives;
For protecting Our Country.
I Salute you; for your daring Courage.
I Salute you; your mighty Strengths.
I Salute you, your heart of Honor.
I Salute you; for your acts of Bravery.
I Salute you; your mighty Heroism.
I Salute you; your victorious Valor.
I thank, salute you;
In your dedication to; Our Country.
But still, put your own life first;
You did, even sacrificing;
You are losing your lives to save so many.
Fighting for our Liberties to be in Freedom:
To keep my life; for saving other live's;
For protecting Our Country.
I'm Honored to you for your daring Courage.
I'm Honored to you, your mighty Strengths.
I'm Honored to you, your heart of Honor.
I've Honor to you for your acts of Bravery.
I'm Honored to you, your mighty Heroism.
I'm Honored to you, your victorious Valor.
I thank and am honored to you:
For keeping your oath;
In your dedication being; Foreign or Domestic.
Because you put your own life first:
You soldier's even sacrificed;
Losing your lives for so many to keep living.
You were fighting for these Liberties;
To live in Freedom;
To keep my life alive;
In saving many others lives; to supporting you;
In protecting with Valor and Honor; Our Country!
Nature walks around the street smiling at the people it meets with hope swinging on the vine and a blissful song that is mine. Plants of hope are springing up everywhere, with root cemented into the ground and branches swaying all around.
It is not quiet summer yet but I am soaking in sweat, the sweltering heat is baking underneath my feet and ambition is sitting on the chair with lots of stories to share.
It is one of those mornings when things start off slow and emotion is locked into the ground and the reluctant energy keeps dragging me around, the days get longer, the nights get shorter and my spirit gets bolder.
Appointments keep changing , new schedules are made and I keep waiting for you to come. I was hoping for the day when everything would go as plan but the shadows of the night steals it away but nature stood its ground.
Look at the green plants in the field and the trees soaked up to their knees; the birds are flying to and fro they have no real home to go but sit on the branch and watch the water grow.
The message is clear that spring is still in the air and persistence is still lingering around. Nature will open a shop in another town and summer will salute you with crown; so get ready to move around. It isn’t the edges that I fear, it is the open border and the social disorder. You have got to connect to my heart beat.
Nature is riding on high and it is bidding the galaxy goodbye; it sees in places I cannot see and it anchors in the depth of the sea; and when the night is warm it sails above the sky and part the clouds. Flashes of light descend on the earth filling the air with a sudden glean but nature sits undisturbed.
Nature is running a marathon, testing, arranging and organizing, the mission is on the way and the crew is doing the final touch before they board the bus; the launch is set and everyone is on the deck.
The instructions are clear and by midnight nature should take you in the air, the missiles are blazing on the other side while nature stands still and watches the heavens move.
With their undeniable transport-function
Horses demand rigorous empowerment…
Hence in their vital rejuvenating station
They huddle for hearty replenishment.
What a sight to behold them in their haven
Feasting along grazing land’s abundance…
While displaying prowess tenaciously proven
Midst tourists enthralled by their elegance.
Sternly ushered to their distinct fortress
They soberly settle in their serene paradise…
Vanquishing pressures of sports-distress
In their stables ready for tomorrow’s surprise.
Horses* for battle, others for leisure
Commendable for their service-zest…
Giving to their Creator gracious pleasure
They deserve a salute with my gratitude’s best.
*Revelation 19:14 And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.
March 31, 2020
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE Z,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/4/2020.
Cold Salute
7/4/2014
There is a sadness to it all
the smell of gunfire’s cold salute
flag wavers hushed by bugle’s call
in tribute to our freedom’s truth,
that all have benefited from
mothers, fathers, daughters, sons
those who gave all – those who gave some
protecting freedom’s fading dawns.
New voices speak in muted tones
of soldiers who held freedom’s hand
words echoed o’er the lifeless bones
alongside those who freely stand
to thank them all for what they gave
a tattered banner’s aching truth
that freedom’s flag must sadly wave
above the gunfire’s cold salute.
7/4/2014
For Kelly Deschler
contest – Not just any old Quatrain
It is indeed a worthy pursuit, but it's not a morning commute.
That it's even achievable, some would dispute. But those who do deserves a most joyous salute.
No, it cannot be created by the sound of my voice.
But yes, my happiness has a lot to do with my choice.
To some, it disappears as quickly as the morning dew. It's reality varies, because there are many points of view.
Calm and solace; peace and poise; or even silence is involved; but if one truly has it, temporal matters will not easily dissolve
true happiness; nor does material possessions make it possible. Sadness is a pricy package of life, but being happy is still affordable.
06282017PSContest, Happy Days, Nayda Negron
Quote : " A humble tribute to the brave Indian soldiers who fought in the Galwan valley.."
The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks
As fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes
Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake
Conquered on the kiss of cold, a cambered frozen line.
The eternal night of valour, written in silver past
Still shining in the faces of unshuffled uniforms of bravery
Twenty daring sons of motherland, in the ticking clock of darkness
On the giddy throng of foes, fallen lightning strokes.
Time was what they need, till the distant succour
They fought an infinite war, fringing their martyrdom
Until the land kisses, the unclouded moment of victory
For the present cradles to sing, made their last salute.
Second Place in Time- 8 Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by A Dear Heart