18th April 1775 on the strong big-boned mare
'Brown Beauty' may have been her name
borrowed from John Larkin a very good horse
of Narragansett Pacer fame
a copper-bottomed silversmith
Son of Liberty Patriot and Boston-born
riding with Prescott and Dawes toward Lexington
then Concord minutemen in advance to warn
of the British Army's actions
was intercepted in Lincoln but doing his bit
the man had lanterns as the plan
and arranged to have a signal lit
in the Charlestown Old North Church
with one if by land two if by sea
but in those long-gone days
as it was unknown technology
right then and there
it was quite unlikely to see
three if by air
some say vestryman Pulling and sexton Newman
(not a deacon)
as the midnight rider never made it all the way
were the real heroes of the day in fact quite a beacon
marauding foxes
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us
pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
“No mangoes for sale”
maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney
sly scamps
evade
like Bolt-pace
their intake
of fruit sugars
insufficient for catching
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking
bold breezes
through the trees
as I could never
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows
to perpetrate petite thefts
of mangoes
Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings
Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade
Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow
Mumbling meager monarch mumbles making Muncie memorable
Minute minions marched missing marshmallow marsh
Montana mistresses mixed millions, mincing megaphones
Marvelous misguided monkeys mimed minutemen,
Milly mistakenly met misogynist men making mincemeat
Marty’s munchable muffins mysteriously melted
Mystical memories mischievously met Merry Mickey
Missouri's mania maybe mystifying many Minnesotans
Moppish meanies mislaid miniscule Mississippi maps
Cannons firing from the left and right
Taking place during America’s fight
A fight for independence
From England’s transcendence
Colonists paid increased taxes to England’s royalty
Causing wide spread disloyalty
The Continental Army and militias took up arms
Consisting of men who worked on farms
The fight was against the British crown
Outnumbered the colonists never backed down
Minutemen took to the street
While the British hoped for an easy defeat
Paul Revere took to the midnight ride.
Upwards of 40 men joined him in stride.
Never did he yell “The British are coming!”
Thinking otherwise may be unbecoming.
Revere never made it to Concord
He was detained by a British horde.
In the end, it was a stunning defeat
One that England did not want to repeat
General Cornwallis surrendered his sword
George Washington returned it to the lord
The Treaty of Paris solidified peace
Allowing the bloodshed to cease.
Fireworks coming from the left and right
Celebrating America’s victorious fight.
Remembering events from the past
Knowing our independence will last.
We are free thanks to them
Putting an end to the mayhem.
I am the minuteman
and I’ll lay thyself in a grave,
whether from distant lands
or if you’re just from down the lane,
Stand against freedom and
I will treat you all just the same,
God help you if
you step in my aim
I am the minuteman
and the weight, it falls upon me,
I must do what I can
to ensure my family’s safety,
my skin is worn and tanned
from stepping into the breech,
but I will take a stand
to stay free.
I am the minuteman,
I fight to save this land,
best not to force my hand,
or I’ll lay thyself in a grave.
We are the minutemen
and we cross frozen rivers at night,
to storm sleeping Trenton
and put startled Hessians to flight,
panic, it does grip them
as they leap from bead in a fright,
they thought us useless hens
who don’t fight…
We are the minutemen,
and we won’t be put off by freezing,
Valley Forge thinned our ranks
but there was a fight due come spring,
hardship has become a friend,
now no Red-coat seems frightening,
at Monmouth we showed England
quite a thing.
I am the minuteman,
I fight to save this land,
best not to force my hand,
or I’ll lay thyself in a grave.
Rabies Baby
Diseased old Granny
Fossilized Daddy
Traumatized Mommy
Hysterical Brother
Angry in-law nephew
Tobacco niece
Stove Top Cheetah pets
minus the complexity tonight
These individuals are lost
in a archaic sight
Frightened few are forever damned
in thy World without guide's wisdom in hand
Misery is behind every statue of our populace represented
How much can the Lord tolerate the misuse of his Kingdom
Toupee warheads
Minutemen granades
Politicians 2006
A milk of soured magnesia
It would not be bitter sweet
Many an honest Harry would contest
laying down their candidacy in an agony of defeat
Why
When
and a simple explanation to why we suffer down here
The Parents that raised me wanted to baptize
A silent voice came and whispered:
"He is not ready yet to see beyond those Eyes!"
Angels
Jesus
His Majesty too
do peer into the presence of our Rot but without Fear
moments
Scattered
I am 36
But no longer mattered
See you when we've finally reached the open door
Open it quietly
It is Heaven,forever-more
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