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Little Miss Sure Shot Gains A Namesake
Rhinestones and rawhide
Prancing horses and the dream
Of the Old Wild West;
Dazzling the Old World crowd:
6 shots through a card tossed in the air,
Ash shot off the Kaiser's cigarette -
These things made the old, defeated Chief smile;
"Little Miss Sure Shot" wowed the rubes and the Crowned Heads
Alike.
Thus the spangled life of Phoebe Ann Moses,
Ohioan farmgirl,
Winner of a Thanksgiving shooting competition.
She took her gift
And rode it into History;
The common clay of her
Molded itself into myth.
As may we all,
If we find our gift -
Shaping it with faithful patience
Breathing a bit of our souls into it,
Becoming Mythic,
If only to our inner eyes.
And the myths sometimes come back around,
Wandering, unsettled spirits that they are;
To return as memories, dreams or namesakes.
Somewhere in the skies,
Riding a silver steed
The likes of which she could've never imagined,
The namesake meets a woman
Who lands him before they land,
As neat a trick as nailing
That falling, flipping card.
Her aim true as ever.
The ghost crowd roars,
The rhinestones blaze,
The old Chief smiles -
"Little Miss Sure Shot" hits her mark again!
(for my personal twist read the last stanza];)
Stands tall and hovering this great green landmark lady
The world's most famous gift and token
Welcoming all into Uncle Sam's ethnic potpourri
In her vast melting pot sweet melee awoken.
Pointing as it seems to the star spangled sky
from the land of the stripes and star-spangled banner
Her torch to meet the tourist traveller's eye
while she tires not of standin' in that manner.
Ah this world famous sea-green statue
Her fans would love to have her tattoo
as she welcomes all and sundry
from her pedestal a man-made plateau.
If you ever go there
and have time to stare
View her from the colonnade
or view her from the promenade
With that well-known torch lamp
this mother of exiles champ
She does for welcome and freedom stand
A beacon beckoning upon Liberty Island.
On the Seine River stands her model return gift
just downstream from Eiffel tower
Ah Lady Liberty's one American lady
weilding real worthy super power.
Eiffel designed the Eiffel tower
and he Lady Liberty's designer as well
And Bartholdi her sculptor,
sculpted her so swell.
Extol I may this famous monument
but mine praise can't compare to 'The New Colossus'
A tribute by her own American by Emma Lazarus
Her face too for Liberty's model quite famous.
And when asked personally what I admired most about Lady Liberty
I sighed and replied, 'atleast she wasn't dressed in mini or bikini
for liberty is not in libertine but rather in attires of modesty
Why, milady Liberty thank God you're almost dressed like me
I frown at super models whose role model in dress ain't you nor the Virgin Mary.
Blinded by loss of thelLove his tormentors denied
Driven by hope but bewildered by he who had lied
Let loose like a fury but mindful of all that he loved
The freedom to live as a man or to die like a martyred dove
Both brave of the mind and the heart, as his brothers in arms
Life on the run in the highlands, staying just out of harm
Strike with the vengeance of God & the wrath of the damned
With God on his side, life unfolds as a legend has planned
Whispering love on the breath of an angel of peace
Blown kisses of star spangled hope, falling just outta reach
Tempered and hardened, by doubt, in the blink of an eye
Lost in a veil of uncertainty, destined to die
Only faith holds the key, to the promise of Heaven to come
Only steel traps the body and soul, 'til the mind will succumb
Beaten and broken of body, but free of the soul
God grant me the strength not to cry out, at the cost of the toll
Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
The glimmering streets that burned dreams
I can’t grasp its greedy shade
The creep, the rage, and the imbibing crowd
Where do they sleep?
Mist thirsting upon bare and decency
And I refuse to stride with the walls of shame
Where is the promontory beyond this city?
An ecstatic land blowing warm pleasure
Where beneath is a pile of beautiful sunstone
Refracting the translucence of abundance and ebullience
Somewhat hues of the golden hour
Besides its spangled appearance
The independence of my mind
Where water whirls the echt-hands I chase
And love itself shall crash sweetly
Beyond the salty encounters I mourned
And the hymn of the birds
Would bewitch my barely living soul
Vivid vitality, vast ductility, and opulent appearance.
Powerful and fiery, bearing a deep sense of tolerance.
We won't fail since we have sinew and dear freedom.
A luring maxim to rank on the victor of a battle.
Alike the eagle's eyes as they fly up a zenith saddle.
America's yielding was cognitive to be limitless.
Ethical skills were set by the fathers to progress.
Whenever they set to foster their ingress of liberty.
The bald eagle fight with repute, uproar, and flood.
Like the peak and seal, a fight for might in a spud.
The bald eagle stands gladly by the clock tower.
The Uncle Sam Flag and the star-spangled banner.
The Statue of Liberty and the Americans who relish it.
Empowering hook and eye fly over Satanic storm.
We have tweaked our saws and freedom swarm.
Our friend's eyes were loaded up with tears in Arlington.
Deprived fighters who fought and died for liberty, won.
Freedom isn't modest or free, troops die while fools rest!
Under the starlight, frogs sang into the foggy wood.
When I rested in freedom, I dozed deeply and stood.
Written: March 17, 2022
Freedom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Written: May 05, 2024
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You crossed the gloss,
Under a star-spangled sky,
To greet me at dawn.
Foggy dreams awoke me,
my brain was amort,
I sense your whisper,
I immediately drew it.
While in the woods, birds sang,
leaving darkness behind,
the haze-modified hues,
would dance with the sun.
I'll acknowledge,
I am mesmerized by singing,
and my senses were enhanced.
Yet, in extending them,
I may endanger your soul,
I created a human ghost,
It is unknown what will occur.
Love beckons you,
Although it seems pointless,
I can't bear my dream,
While on the verge,
There is plenty to consider.
Often ambiguous,
Vague atmosphere,
It almost feels as "déjà vu".
Unreal is magnificent,
I can't break this magic spell,
It lurks near to life,
Some believe it is a vision,
Which detects every sign.
Realistic hyperbole,
for heartfelt times.
New Year's Day, false prophets emerge from champagne bubbles.
Predicting the end of mankind, they may be right this time.
In Red China, it's the year of the green wood snake.
Poised to slither into Taiwanese airspace.
Persia and the red bear are vomiting on the planet again.
Seemingly without a care- eternally hell-bent.
Beneath mountains, elitists have built vast doomsday cities.
Hoarding false status and blood wealth.
Preparing for the end times-the singing of the dove...
They call me crazy for hoarding a few crumbs and caliber.
A futile effort to protect what I love.
Inauguration day is on the star-spangled Horizon.
The newly elected, circled by congressional vipers.
He's been bloodied again and again...but still thrives.
Some call him a patriot, the savior of the republic
Others chant he's the anti-Christ.
The green wood snake and the great red bear
would love to put a claw and fang to his hide.
To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest,
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.
And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of debris;
some died while trying to help others, some injured while searching
for a piece of life that may still be there in the terrible toll of lives lost,
still yet, some with earnest prayer while watching TV screen.
It is the time for us all Americans, to unite under one same nation’s flag,
more than ever, it is the time to reassure and to proudly display our oneness under one same nation’s flag to the world, though we are a nation of all different races, cultures and of diversity. And now is the time to display our determination,
that we, as the peace loving people of America, will not tolerate the killing of innocent lives, which we, as the people of one great sovereign state U.S.A.
will not overlook what terrorists did to this nation.
No matter where those inhumane evildoers ensconce themselves,
we will go after them, and punish them in the name of justice.
We will return our anger on them, in the name of innocent spirits departed from us, at the time of collapse of the towers, at the time when eagle injured its wings.
We must pray earnestly however, before take up our arms.
we must give a deep thought however, before vengeance
takes its place.
Make sure that our castigation against atrocious evildoers
is not for where do they live or come from, what they do to earn
their honest living, how they look or dress, how they speak or greet one another, or even how they worship their God, but because of their evil desire and what they did to our innocent lives.
Listen! those faceless cowardly terrorists,
this beautiful country will remain on this earth forever,
in the unity of people from every corner of the world
with all different cultural backgrounds.
And with the vision that of impartiality for all
and indivisibility under one same flag, the Star-Spangled Banner.
And prosper as ever by everyone doing their fair share as a proud citizen
of this great nation, the U.S.A.
Hush now, the hills lean close in,
cradling the town in green-field arms.
The houses huddle, blinking from night lit rooms,
beneath a dawn that warns shepherds of storms,
As I lay me down in the lay of land I love.
This is the land that knew me,
before it had my name,
before it lay me down,
to sleep in lay of land,
to cherish this land
that knows me as its own,
and what my heart
knows that I too own.
Come closer now, to hear the waves crash on beach.
The sigh of wind in Casuarina trees on sandy shores.
The bird songs that lilt at dawn, longingly to the skies.
The clatter of kids running off to school.
The hustle and bustle of streets getting busy.
The hush of dusk called to silence by rise of moon.
Listen, as night seeps in to quell the moving streets,
As I lay me down in the lay of land I love.
My hills are not mountains grand as Everest,
The streams are not the Ganges, Amazon or the rest.
The fields are not clad in dense tropical forests.
But, to me the lay of my land speaks to me.
Like no other, as I lay me down to sleep.
The lay of the land is steeped in memories
that sprawl across the ridges and dales,
that are entangled in the roots of trees,
with mementos spangled in their limbs.
Memories that curl the field to long furrows
with soil folded over like wrinkles on brows
of old heads, eyes, limbs, lips recalling the past.
Even when you leave, you never do,
For the lay of land settles deeper into you,
the more you shape the lay,
the more the lay shapes you.