Hate Memorial Day Poems

by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett

One Memorial Day made me consider
The many tombs to unknown soldiers,
In memoriam to the lost 
From wars then and now,
Unnamed ghosts.

Is...

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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...

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We all know the reason Memorial Day came to be…
to honor and to mourn those who died to keep our country free.

I imagine most people...

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We can never forget 9/11
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death,...

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Love our enemies as ourselves
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone
Turn the other cheek
He who does wrong to the least of us
Does...

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Death is no joke, nobody can laugh at it
Death is not a he or a she, death is an it
Death is different, death comes like...

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When I was a boy I don’t think I understood the meaning of Memorial Day.
I knew people got together to commemorate...to remember...and to pray.

But I...

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MEMORIAL DAY

POW OR MIA
God be with them in a special way.

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Protect these loved ones.
From their captors hate.
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Make...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I have never been in a war…PEACE…I’ve lived it…breathed it…taught it…
but as much as I have hated war…I respect all those who fought it.

I’ve lived...

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The Fine Lady

It is the first time I can remember, 
that I cared about china. 
Which pattern to pick, 
where to buy it, 
and why....

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Historical Outlaws

What, are you talking about? 
I am saying that we have a past. 
It is full of guns, and law, 
and law breakers. 
It...

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Hot Dogs, beer 
and long warm nights
Indigestion, too much booze
Lead to front yard fights

Days at the river
Lying on the beach
Sand everywhere
Places I can't reach

Camping or...

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Harvest, By Edward Stewart Cahoon
I worked in the fields today, reaping the crop that others had sown. 
And because of the work I’ve done today
Someone...

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Under the heavenly stars, our children 
Lay inside our hearts, on raw emotions,  
sleeping with threadbare nights of pain,
Watch dark clouds making daily devotions....

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