I've come to the conclusion,
you can't walk both sides of the street for long,
sooner or later, you must make a decision,
pick one and stick to it, whether right or wrong.
No one is in control of everything, all the time,
so, when the situation becomes furious and fast
the hour is now to stand up, be counted,
nail your colours to the mast.
And, if not with, then you're against them,
somewhere you have to draw the line,
no matter who's side you're on,
but, as for me... I'm on mine.
Maybe I've learned things from the past
Like how it is not much will last
Funny how times keep moving fast
Beyond futures hung from a mast
Sometimes I stare up at the moon
And watch the stars move through the room
They show tomorrow's coming soon
Just like a moth from the cocoon
In-between are many lines crossed
So many promises been tossed
And roads of gold falsely embossed
Now lead us to all that's been lost
Old faces flash before the eyes
Escaped from paintings in disguise
They're gone before we realize
That history can hide all lies
So quick memories disappear
To never be found far or near
Yet there are echoes we may hear
Which tell us there's nothing to fear
And all that we have ever learned
Has come from what we thought we've earned
Though speeding days are of concern
We must make the most of life's turn
What do we hold on to, if hope decides to abandon us this fast?
Where is the faith, If within 24 hours it couldn't last?
How do we function, with our fragile hearts, aghast ?
Weren't these vibrant souls supposed to outlast?
The mind yearns for answers, from a million questions cast
The Nation mourns, with flags at half mast.
My Mast
It’s time to get my life together
I have travelled through the stormy weather.
I have eaten the bad fruit before
Many times, I have hit the floor
Now I want to rise. I was never one for lies
The clouds are parting to sunny skies
I still remember your deep blue eyes
Like a comet you came into my life
One day I did hope, to make you my wife
But I couldn’t contain sanities grip
And I couldn’t control how much I’d sip
Now it is time though to give you my all
I do still regret our last call
But before my fall, I found this by my side
So now, before I slide
I want you to know that my love is pure
I will never forget you, or who you were
My scars. Like a storm have past
One thing will remain
You are still
my mast
proper pummeling -
acorns strike in a mast year
as chipmunks go nuts
In the parking lot, I sat observing
The flag over the shopping mall
I noticed it flying at half-mast
A famous person, it sought to recall
The impact they had on society
Affected people, far and wide
Adored or rejected by the masses
Many in this person did confide
Few in society attain this status
So it's imperative to take note
When observing their credentials
Just what kept their name afloat
When Jesus died on the cross
Was this event really observed
Was it noted by multitudes
Did He get recognition, He deserved
Today, His banner should reign above
Rooftops in every nation
His sacrifice on Calvary's hill
Gives me solace in meditation
God grant that I may hoist a flag
And always make it known
He deserves ultimate recognition
None other could our sins atone !
Colan L Hiatt = 06-22-23
© All Rights Reserved
Old Glory’s at half-mast today.
I wonder who just passed away?
Was it a hero from some battles past?
A dead leader whose influence lasts?
Were servicemen killed overseas,
Or humanitarians died fighting a disease?
Seems most of the time I don’t know why
The Colors only at half-mast fly.
More and more it seems to be
The flag’s mourning some local tragedy:
A lunatic shooter with a gun or rifle
Killed innocents for some reprisal;
Or people contemplating suicides
Go out committing multiple homicides.
I think the worst is killing schoolchildren.
Will this obscene madness never end?!
The Mast
Raised on the rock of Golgotha,
For all eyes to see,
Sinners hung like lizards
stuck on a tree.
What song for its prey
Will the Grey Shrike sing?
Avast! It's the Lamb of God,
dragging his mast and beam.
by, Martin Braun
5/15/2020
Dedication to our fallen four Victoria Police....
The flags are at half mast
The flags are at half mask today
For four fine officers lost in duty’s say
In silence now we all stand
As grief for them and their families demand
At each muster we bow our heads
For these each one of our honoured dead
Rest now in peace a hero’s slumber
For you have joined our sacred number.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The flags at the National Police Memorial are at half mast for the four Victoria Police killed together in a road accident whilst doing their duty.
Strong sentinel on high
Beneath a mountain sky;
Called by name Bristlecone.
Twisted tree all alone
With green needles so dark
Life clings stoic and stark.
Worn wood with thin bark edge
Locked to a limestone ledge.
Thousands of years flowed past
‘Gainst snow and wind, a mast.
No sails with which to fly
You grew gnarled by-and-by.
Drought and quakes, you did face
Yet you held firm your place.
Despite all nature’s strife,
How do you cling to life?
shhhhhh
we know
he's got a
thing for you
we were
all able to
keep quiet
about as to
what it is
and what
to do to
keep
peace in
only friend
ship but he
has sailed
so long
ago that
he must
be near
ing the
edge of
the world
right about
now
I stand tall and proud upon this ship
Never have I wavered on any trip.
If you listen you will hear me in the wind,
speaking to you again and again.
Stories of a ragging sea,
while the fisherman worked below me.
Lightening and thunder clashed in the sky,
but I held firm against the tide.
Sometimes the sky was so blue,
and we would sail straight through.
Yes I am the Mast upon this vessel it’s true,
Sail with me and I will protect you.
JSergi
billowing storm clouds
darken the morning sky --
flag at half-mast
8/24/16
I am changing my feelings
About an open relationship
But I rather have it in a relationship
Because my heart tells me
You would be worth waiting for
Even for the rest of my life
I would share every picture
And events that passes by me
To show you what I see
I do like you openly and unconditionally
Your words do matter
So what you think? Honey!!
My heart belongs to you now
I give it to you for free
No knots, not even a string
It is strong like a wind
But invisible to any eye
But stronger than a chain
I value you as a friend and a soul mate
I will take my time
As time does not matter in love
With a weak bladder had taken a chance
Ended up wetting in my precious pants
When over the side something is passed
Would you possibly do it at half mast.
I sure could tell from the very start
Half-mast was performed by bottom part
Sometimes may think you are a clown
And end up doing it all upside down.
Then on ship decided to have a mast
To see how many over side had passed
Certainly never a onesy but only a twosy
Because if a twosy it would be a dozy.
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