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Beauty within the United States landscape
The aroma with the sense of Freedom
Major Cities with their multitudes
Towns with favor of friendship and welcome
Day and Night with a finished day accomplished
The vast farmlands of agriculture
Enriched heritage full of memory with elegant of golden
Every day observance
America amaze
Born and raised
Standing on solid ground
True America
True Patriot
America where I grew up
My head up and chest out
Full dignity and honor
Assurance on all sides
Reflect and sustain
We the People for the People
Forefather’s history
America’s story
The salute
Orchestra including a flute
Melody and tone streaming in the distance
The vision of Red, White and Blue shines
America’s all
We are America
To All Who Gave Their Lives
Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of a girl, decades ago.I was born the week of the Anschluss.
Hitler, mad with power, many Americans, volunteered to serve, many gave
up their happy lives and many never came back
But I tell you what, nobody ran around hating our fellow Americans!
We had parades and were a God fearing people. We never heard of a New World Order. Today…the entire planet in disorder.
I remember the blackouts. All lights had to be turned off. We had to sit in the dark. It was a drill, if ever the enemy were to come here.
I’d take my teddy bear with me. We would sit in the air raid shelter. I could only see the stars winking at me.
Hitler was planning on doing America in, also.
Luckily our nation’s brave soldiers, and that of our Allies ended that.
When evil men, anywhere, try to destroy our rights and Constitutional freedoms, we must fight back.
Now, things are far worse. We have a number of world powers trying to do us in. I rarely see gratitude for living here…the media seems to have learned from Hitler…just lie!
In the last two years, we now have weaponized government against all and raided homes., and break our rights.
Censorship was Hitler’s specialty. And is going on today. Good people are illegally jailed.
Criminals are not only freed but made into gods and saints!
I did not grow up in an America being told it is hateful.
Nor was I told God’s laws are cancelled. But they are in every way.
Life was so different when I was young….it was sane!
There is only one flag of the United States for all of us, no matter our ethnicities!
Otherwise, all those who died for us, did die in vain.
It’s up to us, to see that they did not.
Speak up when you see evil.
The government was created for your freedom long ago. You are not their property,
Nor your children.
The rise of anti-Semitism is growing. And lately, attacks on Catholic Churches.
A beautiful statue of Father Junipero Serra has been destroyed! These are hate crimes and should be treated as such.
Don’t be silent in your poetry. Marigolds and rainbows will not save this country..and if lunatics run it…then it’s on our bac!
In memory of all who served and died for you, poet.
Panagiota Romios
5/29/2023
When it's love
it's more then a tingle
it's beyond a mingle
it's really love
when it's love
she's the reason
in =every season
you'll know it's love
there's words for speaking
not just for saying
it's really love
it aint about the weather
cause as long as were together
you know it's love.
she sought a better understanding
not a reprimanding
cause she's in love
tickle her fancy
gitty and dancey
we gotta groovey thing
keep me smilin
all the mean while and
you tryna make-ah me sing
we got it together
don't say I'm clever
I am just doing my thang
it's the love real love bring
it aint hat simple
polytemporal
every thing changing
like the rearrasnging
yesh Baby that's
the stuff
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Horton hears
a “who done it?”
March is Dr. Seuss month
and Women’s history month.
How come we gotta’ share
the month with him?
Can’t every day be
Womens’ Day?
Can’t every day
be Black
History Day?
Is that too much to ask for all
the men, heroes, and brave people
who helped make our country
the UNITED states of something
or other?
I don’t remember
all the presidents names
(lower case p)’
but, I remember great speeches
from the mouths of history.
That history will repeat itself
in vicious circles
of confusion,
like a caged ball
python;
still searching for the same
thawed out, dead rat,
unless powerful
people with money
pay
attention.
June nineteenth one hundred and fifty years ago
Juneteenth hint: three hundred
and sixty six days
after eighteen sixty four.
Major General Gordon Granger
led the Union Soldiers to Galveston, Texas,
to announce the end of the Civil war
and the freedom of all enslaved people.
Jim Crow sat perched
over the event horizon
waiting in the wings,
which brought darkened
(non-sheltering) skies
not only for the hot pocket
of suddenly emancipated
persons of color,
who would subsequently experience
immense prejudice
upon their embarkation
as (no pun intended)
"masters" of their own selves
while attempting to eke out a living
dirt poor, yet resourceful
hunkering down on plantations,
which property eminent domain
of federal government,
(a political entity
characterized by union
of partially self-governing provinces,
states, or other regions),
whereby said body electric
codified, fortified, and indemnified
manifest destiny, a phrase
coined in 1845, the idea
that United States destined—
by God advocates believed—
to expand its dominion
and spread democracy and capitalism
across the entire North American continent.
Though institution of slavery
supposedly rendered null and void
at the stroke of a pen
(courtesy Abraham Lincoln)
well actual legislation
passed by Congress on January 31, 1865,
and ratified on December 6, 1865,
the 13th Amendment abolished slavery
in the United States.
Nevertheless merciless abuse
heaped upon the *****
despite their legal status
being Granted leeway
to persevere life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness.
Recognition as equal brethren
among collective soul of American
fraught with bitter aversion,
condemnation, and ejaculation
of physical and verbal violence
against people of color,
whose melanin enriched complexion
birthrights rendered hidebound
severely limited
inalienable rights as declared
in Declaration of Independence,
now still utter abhorrence
regarding treatment
of those proud enterprising people,
whose once storied
African past left in tatters
leaving sparse threads
woven together by diligent dogged research
nsync with twenty first century technology
to allow, enable and provide opportunity
to stitch together a more complete tapestry
and spiritual fusion with shackled ancestors.
I was a lost boy I wasn't talkin'
And I was so small I wasn't eatin'
So I went on my own, my demons I'm beatin'
Three years of silence, no walkin' no fightin'
Up to LA, that's where I'm goin'
Will I return, I can't say without knowin'
I'll go on a boat, and then by a plane,
and I'll get to the place where you live out your pain
And you who tried t'shoot me down
Where are you now?
I have removed my gloves
Nows the last time you scoff
In the dark depths of winter, I wasn't cryin'
But now we're in summer, I would be lyin'
And I stole to eat, and eat I will
And I shared it around, so we all had our fill
Keep heading north, that's where I'm goin'
I hope I return but there's no way of knowin'
I'll go by a truck, down a long lane
And I'll get to the place where you live out your pain
And you who tried to push me back, Where are you now?
I have made it down this long track
So now you never can scoff
I have been trying to write this for a very long time. If you are struggling it is from the perspective of a South American trying to reach the United States.
Form:
notification of fire evacuation
slated to occur
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours
of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
that direct object heave ving,
pro noun sub bull, verb bose,
ingenious American historical figure
attired in tailored clothes
careful sans his just keen
liberal mien pro
claiming necessity to doze
when body politik
didst need restorative source
analogous to drained battery expose
zing lack of electricity
mechanisms need did tubby supplied
(in one direction) flows
accorded stealing thunder and lightening
from Zeus where prominence glows
vis a vis via leaving
his tell tale fingerprints
upon flame inextinguishable hose
imprimatur of renown Founding Father,
a one man gifted born
improved quality of life
during Colonial American stage
buttressing forlorn
during his deux score and four years
fledgling United States heed add horn
bequeathing blueprints
(functional contraptions,
posthumous patents procured
after populace did mourn
gadgets kickstarting leveraging more novel
Ongepatshket prescience,
quietly revolutionary,
strikingly timesaving),
utilitarian value shorn
tattered stitched timeless totemic tenets torn
unimagined visionary watershed worn,
where underworld webbed wide world burned
with thermal coupling that churned
ferocious infernos
describing how Hades learned
tubby managed
to maximize efficiency
zealousness zeroed Zyder Zee
in said Netherlands
and hellish hot house turned
into a near utopia (More
or less nsync) with Doubting Thomas's,
where many mortals yearned
to escape corrupt fat cats, sans
those condemned to mortality
found minimally a mew
zing, and doggedly trudged 10,000 leagues
under the sea, entombing
jewels for vernacular speaking Josephine shew
wing scars from fire
that threatened Philadelphians thorough
lee hence, forcing many civilians
to dive vining Davy Jones's locker pre view
in 1736 after swallowing embalming fluid
ha I did "FAKE" you
tubal heave poetic pablum from human zoo!
Dear Mr. Putin, here’s a little message that hails from the west.
Your days are now numbered, and your life is no longer blessed.
The entire world can see the evil that dwells within your heart.
Your killing of women and children, and how you’re tearing lives apart.
The U.S.A. is watching, and sooner or later we are going to step in.
There will be no place on Earth that you can hide from such a sin.
In God we will always trust, and we are led by the Lord.
We are the lightening that will come from his swift and mighty sword.
The atrocities that you’ve caused will return to you, tenfold.
We will be the last thing you’ll see, before your body is dead and cold.
There is no throne to seek, there is only one way this ends.
If somehow you get lucky, your throat will get slit from one of your friends.
You will never know peace, nor will you ever see the pearly gates.
May God watch over Ukraine, and bless the United States!
LETTERS FROM UNITED STATES OF AMERICA -MIA
U for Universal, representing Hollywood
N for Richard Nixon, whose morals fell short of good.
I reminds us of Iraq; we’re there for their protection.
T is for the Twin Towers – though of course there’s no connection.
E for entertainment, in America it’s grand.
D illustrates it perfectly; just visit Disneyland.
S is for the Super Bowl, a sort of U.S. F.A Cup.
T is for Thanksgiving where families meet up.
A is the American Dream, a concept they all love.
T is for the turkey they eat two lines above.
E just stands for everything you either love or hate.
S is for the sea between, which some believe is great.
O has to be Obama, the one who broke the mould.
F is for the failure we hope we don’t behold.
A is for “The Apple”, or New York on the map.
M is for Macdonalds, who sell a load of ....
E remembers Elvis; at last they had a king.
R is for the rock and roll which Elvis made his thing.
I is for the Indians the cowboys loved to fight.
C, the Constitution which gives them equal rights.
A brings us back to “The Apple” – so good they named it twice.
28th August 2021
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Godwin Adizue Ibeh
(1937-2017)
Mr. Godwin Adizue Ibeh
Aged 79 years
Was and is
My beloved, doting father
“Is” because he remains
Spiritually present
Present
In my memory
Present
In pictures and mementos
Present
In my dreams, smiles and tears
Present
In my prayers and imagination
His spirit
Hovers in the air
Above me like a hummingbird
His presence felt
At the mere mention
Of his name
Mr. Godwin Ibeh
Or simply “Daddy”
As I used to, and still
Lovingly call him
Or "Prof" by close friends
And acquaintances alike
Was a Nigerian-born
Naturalized American citizen
Migrated to the United States of America
In 1968
A bearer of many titles
Hobbies and accomplishments
An alumnus of Central State University
Wilberforce, Ohio. Graduated in 1970
With a BA in Psychology
An alumnus of Xavier University Graduate School
Cincinnati, Ohio. Graduated in 1975
With an MS in Correctional Psychology
An alumnus of University of Nigeria
Where he also taught Psychology in 1981
Received a PhD in Education
Specializing in Guidance and Counseling
He also moonlighted as a probation officer
A writer and a taxi driver
A father of four
First-generation African-American children
From oldest to youngest
Mildred
Yours truly, Edward
Stephen
Jeanette
A grandfather of three
A father-in-law of two
A former-husband
Of my beloved mother, Rose
An avid collector of hats
A voracious reader
And collector of books
A lover
Of jazz and classical music
An intellectual
A sage
A mensch
His personality
Avuncular, warm, and humorous
His smile
Radiant, brightly beautiful, beautifully bright
His laugh
Honest and infectious
His mouth
Spoke no evil
His destination
Heaven!
For he’s a child of God
And has led
A good, successful, fulfilled life
Gone, but never
Will be forgotten
Rest in peace, Dad
I will miss you...