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You are the best
Please give me all your knowledge, I have too much I need to learn.
Teach me about words; become my way of life college.
There are only so many ways that I can talk about her.
Inspire me to become better, I am chasing those stars.
I am still a poetry novice
And I don’t have the time to take your journey to get to where you are.
Patience is something I have never had,
Because I need this so badly! I want to be write.
I want to right and imagine a good time, not this bad
And I am without the road map to be able to share your spot light.
In magazines I see your face and inside my mind I cherish your words.
I need your advice to help me to find my own way,
To cure this heart that still hurts.
It longs to be loved for doing the thing that I love
And I am so desperate to leave this home life behind me;
I have had enough.
But I have no idea as to how do I become good?
No, good is insufficient to explain the passion in my soul.
I need to be spectacular, unbelievable, great, amazing and wow!
I want to be one of the best, so I need to find my way to go.
What do I need to change, or do? Tell me so that I can know.
I do all I can at the moment to write all the poetry that I can,
But it will never be enough until people need what I say.
I cannot sing, but I want a rock and roll life of a band
And if I have a book published,
It would show me the way, to find my way.
Am I taking the right route? Do I push on through?
What will it take to get my message through to you?
If all it can be is a hobby, without success,
Then at least I can say when I write my poetry,
That I have always been true to myself
And I have been able to show you what goes on inside my head.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Citizens Are
By the numbers,
1,2,3... count them all you see.
From here and there and everywhere,
we are one.
America.
The land of plenty.
But what does that mean?
There is a story,
and a truth,
and freedom on paper...
that still waves
high above... in the air,
encircling her flag.
Men, women, and children
they came from every land.
Some traveled by boats,
road horses and even ran rails.
They took steamships...
sailboats, and longboats,
as passengers,
and some by chains,
unwillingly taken,
sold by their own kind,
into evil,
tricked and traded,
none spared.
They all had their own reasons,
one way or another...
but they knew together,
they were made better as a whole.
America,
the land of the free,
the brave, and heroic.
The ones that jump into the fire,
when trouble draws near.
The ones that know that faith,
has no fear at all,
"In God We Trust"
more than just words,
a way of life,
a way of living,
a way of being,
all that you can be,
because you can,
because there are no longer
restraints to weigh you down,
and the very love of being free,
fills the people,
with hope.
Let us honor the men and women,
Who laid down their lives in war,
To protect and defend our freedom,
To keep enemies from our shores.
Bravely they left their families,
As they hastened to the call:
"Your country needs your service,
Be prepared to give your all."
Some fought to protect and defend
The American way of life;
Some fought for the rights of others,
To free them from tyranny and strife.
Still others fought to bring an end
To terror and injustice,
Seeking to take down the ones
Determined to destroy us.
Regardless of the reasons why,
They proudly gave their lives,
And they deserve our heartfelt thanks
For keeping our freedoms alive.
Rest in peace, you fallen warriors,
And know your deaths were not in vain.
Your courage and your sacrifice
Ensured freedom's sweet refrain.
She was as tough as they come
they don’t make them like her anymore.
Hands in the dirt,
working in silent reverence
a way of life not long forgotten,
but suddenly remembered.
Beneath the tough exterior
lived a tender heart,
raising children of a lineage
that wasn’t hers,
yet answering the sacred call
to care for babes.
Her hands were never idle
always working with care,
magic pouring from her palms
as she wiped the sweat from her brow
in quiet remembrance
of earth,
sky,
stars,
and spirit.
True to herself,
a light in this world.
I remember the day
I placed my hand
on your cold body
one last earthbound touch
before we returned you home.
I never had bad dreams of you,
because I touched you
before they came to take you to God.
What was left of the woman
who cared for me,
loved me as her own
a love with no limits.
A mother’s love
that reaches beyond
the constructs of time.
The parlor was bright,
flowers climbing every wall
more than the funeral home
had ever seen.
A true matriarch,
now inspiring generations
from beyond.
Riding with my brother
to lay you to rest,
an ache rattled in my chest,
my gut drowning
in the tears
my eyes held hostage.
Driving behind the hearse,
Hank Williams’ crooning through Mr. Lincoln
on the radio
a regal calling,
a hymn to carry you home.
I remember the pink roses
on your casket.
Everything you nourished in this life
made room for more like you.
I see myself in you,
and I feel only honor.
You were my mom.
And I was daughter.
After graduating from high school, I left the South and moved North to the Windy City of Chicago in search of a better way of life and in the process found lots of snowflakes accompanied by biting teeth. Sometimes the snowflakes were blinding and the cold so intense that I felt every part of my body was being bitten upon, especially my hands, feet, nose, and ears. The cold was often so severe that I found it next to impossible to get a single word to flow between my biting teeth.
Time and limited lines will not allow me to tell many cold-hearted teeth-biting stories originating out of the Wisconsin dairy land and Chicago, but maybe two mini-stories can make the cut. On a cold and snowy Chicago afternoon, say nothing of biting teeth, my feet were nearly frost-bitten as I drove my way through North Chicago in a Volkswagon van. This was an air-cooled engine, and there was not enough heat from the heater to keep us warm. Need I say more about the VW that created a life-long unforgettable story? And on a cold December night in the '73 Christmas Season, very close to Christmas Eve, my wife and I left Chicago and headed South on Interstate 57. Less than a hundred miles into the route, we encountered the iciest roadway I had ever experienced. There was clearly no question that not only were we pulling over, but we were pulling out of that road trip and heading back.
11152018PoSoupContest, Cool Writes And Imagination, Kim Rodrigues Title Used: SNOWFLAKES WITH BITING TEETH
I see you, my two-legged neighbor
stopping and standing at the yellow-tape barricade to my home.
I wonder where you all have been?
I miss you walking on your looped path through my backyard
with wires going into your ears and those branches you carry as you walk,
the headbands on the fast-walkers and the colorful shoes of some.
I DON’T miss the smaller two-legs who try to chase me up a tree
or those barking four-legs that try to eat me for lunch!
But I DO miss you quiet ones who seem to adore the serenity of my home –
smelling flowers, listening to birds, admiring trees,
beholding the sky’s colors at sundown,
tossing nuts or bread crumbs to my kind.
What you call ‘social-distancing’
I call a way of life…
Mutual respect,
Mutual solitude.
Written 6 Apr 2020
The faith in our Democracy
Was almost lost most shamefully,
When losers made their foolish claims
And railed against imagined blames.
The lap dog trogs obeyed the call
To challenge what was clear to all;
That voters cast their ballots free
And fairly won their victory.
The insurrectionists encore
Previewed at Charlottesville before:
A Hitler brown shirt style reprise -
When NAZI scum killed our GIs.
From losers formed in tiki crews
With fascist, swastika hate views;
And losers claiming Rebel ties
With racist, traitors' rants and lies;
The losers with their vote-fraud claims,
All losers in their loser games.
Then January 6th took place -
Again, December 7th faced,
Another Day of Infamy
But through homegrown ignominy;
Misguided stooges - mob rule horde
Defiled what patriots fought for.
And now the trials are on display
For insurrectionists that day,
With facts - in fact - they can't refute -
Their place in traitorous pursuit.
The Devil's due is their reward:
Those without thought who jumped aboard -
Those duped by lies and let their names
Be mired in everlasting shame.
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Now, vigilance is what we need
To make sure evil doesn't seed.
The way of life that we embrace
Could be replaced Without a Trace.
In our congress, there's a sleeper cell.
They'll not cherish our moment of silence.
For the three thousand souls that arose~
They despise the colors of our flag...
The blood that was sacrificed for their right
to talk smack and wear those fancy rags~
They've become defiantly unhinged.
They've no respect for our history; they plot and scheme to overtake.
They'll use our freedoms against us
our very way of life and liberty is at stake ~
In the bright blue skies of September.
Is when the third world war commenced.
It's time to unleash the eagle's talon
Then let God clean up the mess~
"My Dearest Mom and Dad", his poignant letter began.
"I need to write this letter to you now while I can.
Tonight I'm scheduled to go out on a perilous patrol;
In a few minutes I must report for the calling of the roll."
"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the sacrifices you have made,
Teaching me the moral principles from which I have not strayed.
Should fate determine that I'm to be called home to God above,
Be consoled with His promise that we'll be reunited in His love."
"I love you, Mom and Dad, more than you'll ever know.
Please tell brother and little sister that I love them so.
Give my old faithful Shep a big hug for me as well,
And tell my friends and neighbors I wish them a fond farewell."
"I'm proud to wear this uniform, I feel it my solemn obligation,
To protect the freedoms we enjoy in this our beloved nation.
Please do not pine nor grieve for me when I am gone,
But know that your son died bravely seeing his duty done."
Alas, the door was answered and there stood men in uniform,
Burdened with the dreaded news for parents they were to inform,
Telling them that their gallant son gave his all on the field of strife,
To be honored by a grateful nation for upholding our way of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
"unbound"
and here we are horse and rider
enriched with moments shared
invisible from the outside world
only freedom and peace reflect
useless noise we refuse to embrace
under blue skies riding with wind
one trusted look or whisper is sacred
immeasurable is such a connection
each enchanting journey I hold dear
always knowing we are one in a million
as our freedom together slowly ends
everything remains safely remembered
inside both our minds eyes and souls
one fine day until we saddle once more
under the sky happiness will be unbound
yesterday lives as a way of life to feel
yesterday touches us today flawlessly
SkyWatcher
03-10-23