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Memorial Day
So many sacrifices
Known and unknown
Soldiers, veterans, marines, and troops
Going above and beyond
To protect
Some have passed away
A moment of silence ??
We honor you today
To all of your families
A silent prayer is said
Thanks so much for all you did
Sacrifices for our country , what does that really mean?
"giving up personal desires, comfort, and even one's life for the greater good, prioritizing the well-being of the nation and its citizens. This can include military service, supporting national initiatives, or even simply demonstrating patriotism and civic duty. "
Unity ??, Togetherness
Helping one another
Forming a relationship
Looking out for each other
Brotherhood, Sisterhood
Being together through the bad and the good
I understand
Acts of service
Service of Acts
Learning the value of things that have been done
Knowing that we shall overcome
All of the obstacles
All of our fears
Memorial Day is here
Memories are what they left behind
To mankind
They took an oath
To do their best
To be set up for nothing but success
So many have lost their lives ??
This is sad
Shortlived
A whole life ahead
They bled for our country
The blue white and red
It's more than just a flag
It symbolizes
well; red symbolizes hardiness and valor, white symbolizes purity and innocence, and blue represents vigilance, perseverance and justice.
That is just a few
The dignity and pride
That it holds
Has no control
Over all that has been taken from it
Some people have sucumb for it
Thanks so much for all that was done
In America and taken even overseas
Thanks for being all you can be
I salute ?? to all
To all I salute
Thanks for all the opportunities given to generations to come
Finding a way out
To help
Trying to create a clear path for yourself
I appreciate all youve done
For years before us and years to come
In memory of all who have fallen
Thanks for your service and walking in your calling
I will forever be grateful
For all
You did when duty called.
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/26/2025
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.12.2017
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
(Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944)
Years active 1923-1944
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Pinchas, Yosef and Reuven
Three brave young men
Fleeing a war-ravaged land
Came to a country of sand
Ethiopian Jews driven out
by a Soviet-backed Eritrean rout
Separated from their loved ones
Parents, wives, daughters and sons
Flown to Israel with no language or money
They'd heard it was the land of milk and honey
Now that they'd made it, they'd give it their best
A foreign language and culture, their very first test
Shepherds before, lacking formal education
Never saw electricity, plumbing, or a filling station
But they'd read the Torah in their native tongue
Faith, Hope and Love, the melody their hearts sung
In just two months they could make conversation
Adjusting fast to their new-old nation
Six weeks later they could read a line of the Torah
Tears of joy they did cry; then we all danced the hora
I am privileged to say 'we' because without bragging or preaching
I was the lucky fellow who did these newcomers' language teaching
________________________________________________________
This narrative is 100% true. In 1977 Soviet-backed Eritrean troops
invaded neighboring Ethiopia, uprooting many families, including those
of Pinchas, Yosef, and Reuven, three young men in their mid-20's,
married, two of them with children. As far as I know, they never heard
from their families again... Miracles do happen. These three great fellows
were part of a group of the first 120 Jews Israel ever airlifted out of
Ethiopia -- in the dead of night, at tremendous risk ~ gw
Shadows of the Valley
creatures of the dark pitted dome
scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally
without souls—pod like, they roam
throughout forests assiduously marled
awoken from the darkest depth
twigs and branches splayed and snarled
shadows of the valley doyennes adept
distracting sheaves as straws
spewing dirt they bask in
on battered brain gnaws
Taken in is florescent energy
of the soldiers asleep wondering lost
deep in the woods a shadowy synergy
offering oak caskets at any cost
protecting their woodlands and wild
and sacred groves
the lakes are red
the fireweed’s piled
thickened blood broth nauseates
the marshes are fed
man’s liberation it confiscates
deliverance emits rigmaroles confusion
the mind like strobes swirling
they detest the army’s intrusion
Casting a shield of leaves they scatter
to hide thorns on stems
refining unsightly grey matter
hybrid nymphs whittling femes
on the verge of extinction, losing sight
consuming the troops
and extinguishing their light
Set erect are the maiden’s free
planted are the seeds of iron
into the twisting gnarly shadowy tree
chorus ~
Walk through its musky breath
in the shadows of the valley of death
they rape our land
we strap their hands
the now abandoned
Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Gen X or the
MTV generation.
See a big growth in the
Dept. of education.
A generation of latchkey
Kids home alone.
Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.
New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
Women working,
punching a time clock.
They heard Heavy Metal
Being born.
They witnessed the troops
In Desert Storm.
The first generation to play
Video games.
They watched the Challenger
explode into flames.
Another great movie the
Breakfast Club.
They were the era for
The War on Drugs.
They saw the emergence of
The AIDS epidemic.
They remember terrorism
at the Munich Olympics.
No more Berlin Wall to separate
the east and west sides.
They remember Jim Jones,
And his mass suicide.
They can come off
As a little cynical.
On social issues they
Are more liberal.
The Exxon oil spill,
They tried to lie.
The divorce rate hits,
An all-time high.
They had cable TV to
keep them company.
They experienced a
Single-parent family.
Turbo1904 ?
the old men in their dress suits,
uniform of their trade
talked away for days
until a type of peace was made
and the troops could come back home
from peacekeeping in the land
a face saving formula
with the withdrawal all planned
and out in the real world
the factions of left and right
survived in spite of the invasion
quietly prepared to restart their fight
in a land made even more desolate
than before the invasion began
until there emerged again
a dominant leading man
and that tyranny
supposedly overthrown
emerged from the shadows
regenerated and re-grown
and the old men in their dress suits
seeing the stability of command
forget the dead maimed and dying
and shake the bloodied hands
a carnage for nothing
for when all is said and done
if tyranny wears a different face
has any victory been really won
A problem to most men and A dynamic explosion to anything I paint orange
The missing link is always overlooked, of course I'm Intellegent enough to say it loud, I never fear the unknown and the way I started here was unexpected especially to the purple power I be coming In A Cherry Terror . AS I screamed them words I woke up and IT Echos and it's sick faces
My enemies make they cant believe Im bold they question my sanity but in truth I sanitize in troops of men i am the line with a hook on it, Not with a rifle and scope no! with a ****in tomahawk I kill the hit sticks and i feel the Assasins. A team so strong they laugh in the face of danger, they master the statosphere she creeps as mr backup I cant believe she paints a masterpiece and the enemy retracts in fear, As the Power is the utmost respected, not one man with sense would toy with it, i just like to strengthen things and make them strong, no easy target here, no abuse of power, respect the blue i paint myself in, we're all in agreement i think, i love the feeling of course its an enviroment where understanding is appreciated, for The Law is Love untill you seek her life, I dont play Assassin games, Im a Alpha Dog unilke you demosicated Officer at Parole, I be risking my life for this girl i saw, she be several delights in my heart as we connected She sees exceptionally well cuz i make it very clear
Red blood courses through my veins
I've written my will, I pay my bills
The currents of the day reach me too
I am a poet, not a hermit
At the sight of blood, I do not swoon
Nor do I ever sleep in 'til noon'
I'm a hardworking, fun-loving bloke
who appreciates a cold beer and a good joke
Married with kids, I encourage them in
math and science, for that is the future
Better that they can program computers
than study Latin and Greek with a private tutor
I am a poet, not a recluse
I have morals and values, I'm not 'loose'
I want my kids to pilot jets, not sit in a caboose
to be proud descendants of Theodore Gisell*
~ not Dr. Suess
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'Dr. Suess' was Theodore Gisell's pen name. A
graduate of Dartmouth College in the 1920's, Gi-
sell was a man of action and adventure. Among
other gigs, he reported on WW2 as an embedded
reporter in the trenches with the troops. ~ gw
Stay by and explore,
Is there the need for us to be fighting over a phone call?
I'm the sweet scented flower,'forget-me-not',
Since you're the 'Lilly' with law,
Everyone wonders about how you'll rot,
Thinking and pondering over the intensive sunshine on you,
Won't your petals wither?
There is an asset for you from my treasury tube,
Thus,providing you with rainfall wither,
The camels and the caravans are trampling over your beauty,
How do I migrate from this place later,
The answer to this sort of question is far beyond intentions,
Put a stop to it,
A time I suppose to feed you is here now,
Hold on!.....the secret is in the sand,
Before a thunderstorm,a mark will be inscribe on your hand,
The bird of the air feels you,
The gnats like to feed on you,
And many men try to have you around their homes,
Left alone for me,wish we're unified loads,
Open up yourself and let us be rooted together,
Kings and female slaves sometime put on different clothes for their affairs,
Take this scepter and crown,
Its heavy,but fragile,
Only say yes when I demand for your sepal,
A chosen race,royal being and peculiar is unviewed
Dominant clusters arranged for you before the day you were conceived,
My name explains why I shouldn't be forgotten,
Troops are formed against a fountain
All because I'm preserving you with much love,
Six informants work for me,...And they are around you,
Thirst for me,and will fill you till you want no hue,
I mean this,with all diligence and patience,
Terrible days approach,and jealousy blessings from my clarence,