CHI MERICA EH
CHI PRESS WHITE HOUSE U.S. NAY
COMRADE TRUMP THEY SAY
The world and all its splendor where life begins
Human Beings of all and those who I call friends
America our diverse country and all that she defends
Nights and days of the week especially the weekend
Knowing those who I can count on until the bitter end
Family first is a favorite motto that I often recommend
Underneath the covers and snuggled up to her rear end
Love above all to say the least not fake or pretend
Flowers and trees mixed with the sky and how they blend
Old muscle cars with big motors and a shiny chrome front end
Reading poetry from The Soup often over, and over again
Written for poetry contest "I Am Thankful For.." 11/24/2024
Hosted by: Tania Kichen Form: Rhyme Acrostic
land of wheat’d plains
coastal eagles soaring
mountain divides
governed by you
forged through us
patterned on Ten
standing on giants
seeker of lions
laying with lambs
welcoming partners
spreading the dream
utopian borders
tucked in prayers
Happy Birthday ‘Merica
It’s happy birthday ‘Merica
I wish you all the best
You’ve kept us free for all these years
You’re better than the rest
For those who claim you’ve lost your glow
They’ve lost their sappy minds
Our unity must win the day
For that’s the tie that binds
TRAIL OF HOMES
1983
July 24
Leaving
her child-
hood memory
- home behind.
Crossing Pacific
Ocean. 7200 miles
relocation. Called…
America her new
- foreign Home.
June 26, 2017
Sailing to her
Highest-Self home.
A purest residence no
address. A journey raising
consciousness. March 3, 2019
welcoming her true beloved. She
safely nests at a Home Port in his heart.
Present moment: Ode to Contentment.
Bow to detachment. Gratitude whispers: smile!
Be here and now................Home is inward.
Impeach and Impeach
I gnorance
M ay
P rovoke
E ntire
A merica
C constantly
H urriedly
I magine
M any
P eople
E lected
A aaaa
C lown
H orrifically
Jim Horn
What I think of its past I will not say
I'm only concerned with what happens today.
The American dream it is a lie
For the wealthy your soldiers will die.
There is no freedom only oil and gold
This is the truth that needs to be told.
The stars and stripes you hide behind
A caring heart is hard to find.
You think your country is in control
Yet to the Banksters you pay your toll.
A playground for the rich America you are
Revolt now before you go to far.
One or two family's have pulled the strings from the beginning
They made it possible for you all to be sinning.
To the devil you have sold your souls
While stuffing your faces from extra large bowls.
You claim to be the leader of democracy
Aww why can't you see the hypocrisy.
Fighting peoples freedoms all over the earth
Killing their leaders and stealing their turf.
Your leaders won't allow the truth to be heard
Your just sheep, now get back in your herd.
Babylon America I will call
The world is waiting for your fall.
Silence hushed, a crowd in awe,
Only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
They looked to where he pointed,
Hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever-knew,
Would, once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher wasn't phased,
And threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
Eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
Unfailingly, the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered on,
Headed straight for its target.
(Acrostic)
5/19/2015
12/21/2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Limerick : Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Went on rampage with just her Strummer
Tunes she hissed were so sweet
Crunched Frenchmen by the fleet
Watch Out ! ‘Merica ! for this Nor’-Easter !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
G oing to the store the other day
O n a bright morning I listened as
D rums pounded a slow cadence by a military escort.
B efore I knew, I was watching the cortege,
L eaving behind a dumbfounded crowd.
E verything I had ever known of war was
S ummed up in this parade for
S omeone unknown to me.
T ears misted in the air as he passed,
H eavy footsteps of the soldier's parade...
E verything precise for this farewell.
U nder a bright sun and blue sky
S olemnly they took him to his final rest.
A merica, the country he lovingly died to protect.
America
A llegiance
M orality
E xcellence
R espect
I ntegrity
C aring
A merica
These are the foundations of who we are
The events of history that have occurred have served to define us as a people
And a nation !!!
Heroes were born of this tragedy
And lost...
While showing the finest example of America
Strength, honor and commitment
What we are about
We shall never fall
We shall never fail
The unity of this nation is unbreakable
Eric (and sometimes not)
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