The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
They took our country from us,
They took our lands from us.
Yet could not chain our voice,
Nor silence freedom's poise.
They burnt our homes to dust,
They crushed our dreams unjust.
But still we rise with flame,
With liberty in name.
They're harming our people,
They're killing our lives.
They are the most punishable,
In depth of our eyes.
Are you people ready for
Liberty or death?
Our goal stands for
Liberty or death.
Our freedom is our breath,
Our oath is liberty or death.
We'll break their chain,
Or perish in the rain.
Patriotism
An energetic
Belief arises
With apparent
Identification~
And stories of
War and peace
Saturate the
Airwaves~
These stories
Map the boundaries
Of the boundless
Territory~~
I believe this poem qualifies as an "American Cinquain"
flag-bright
winds lifting hope
across a waiting land,
calling every heart to stand strong
as one
CANADA MOVEMENT
SEPARATISTS GO GET BENT
YOUR PLANS WE WILL DENT
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
Beneath the weight of bleak grey skies,
I rise, though storms would blind my eyes.
No tide nor tempest bends my soul
Of those who stand, though hearts be cold.
Through thorn filled paths and bitter winds,
I pray my soul reborn, where hope is all.
The chains that sought to steal my flame
Are melted by a forge unnamed.
Invictis! —cry it through the dark,
A beaconed flare, where darkness dwells.
May stars bear witness, live or dead,
I've run the race, I am measured still.
AS THE FLAG UNFURLS*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the flag unfurls,
its colors bold against the waking sky—
each star, each stripe a testament
to pride, honor, and patriotism.
pride, not a shield, is a bridge,
linking the stories of brave soldiers,
those who once fought in battlefields,
their shadows etched in the soil,
their courage a whisper in the rustling leaves.
honor is a compass, etched in the hearts of the brave,
guiding us through the tempests of division,
reminding us that beneath our skin,
we share the same pulse, the same yearning
for respect, freedom and belonging,
patriotism is a flame, flickering not in blind allegiance,
but in the radiant glow of courage
stoking the embers of hope,
lifting up each other,
an unwavering belief that together we are stronger.
pride, honor, and patriotism intertwine,
not as chains that bind us,
but as roots that anchor us deep,
in the fertile earth of understanding,
where we rise together like the dawn.
*Note: Poem originally published at Writer Monk, August 1, 2025. This is my original poem.
You would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people; while pouring ICE on immigration -Free rides National Guarded
Rebellion
Breached
Vigilante
Patriotism
Rebellion
Protest
Discontent
Nonviolent
Rebellion
While pouring ICE on immigration
Free rides -National Guarded, you would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people
Red and white glory freely flies
Mapleleaf, strong and proud, framed by bright blue skies
From glacier fjord to mountain stream
Over fields of gold and trees of green
Nothing is more beautiful to see
Than that red maple leaf flying free
The simple flag is our greatest treasure,
Heralding a nation beyond measure
There is nothing I would rather be
than an honored member of this country
Under the threat of pen or gun
We stand together, under this flag, we are one
On a wave of crimson, he surfs with glee
In flag shorts waving, proud and free
With a grin that shines, he smiles and soars
A surreal sight, America’s roar
© daniel miltz
Lord knows she isn’t perfect but she’s better than the rest.
And I always find her beautiful even when she is a mess.
She has her faults and failures but I love her anyway
And I thank the good Lord for her each and every day.
Now, some might call her haughty and resent the fact she’s there.
Some might call her flighty and say she doesn’t care.
But many dream about her, long to be within her arms.
There’s safety in her warm embrace and comfort in her charms.
Some say that she meddles where she doesn’t quite belong.
Some say she is stubborn, especially when she’s wrong.
She might have many weaknesses but she’s better than the rest.
If you put the others side by side, it’s plain she is the best.
And though some do despise her, I really don’t know why.
For she is very generous in times when others cry.
She stands up to the bullies and lifts up those who fall.
And she is always there to help when friends in need will call.
So, I’ll defend her honor. I’ll protect her where I can.
When others try to hurt her I will fight for this great land.
And I’ll be ever faithful. For her safety I will pray.
For I love this great country! God bless the U.S.A.!
Is it true that zombies or monsters or vampires or dragons
are patriotic or somewhat somehow just nightmares
about the moon- if it is colonising or is it because
sometimes media is for instance fantastic
or mysterious icon or emblem?.
If you can get the name,
Even if you attain fame,
If you regard it as yours, one and only,
Can you claim it loudly?
If you can bring your zone completely under control,
If you know you will survive till your downfall,
If you have the same appetite as you had before,
You are not unknown and unnamed anymore.
I can sense you growing too superior,
I can find you stunning for your demeanour,
But I do not want to call you 'the majesty,'
As majesties can become far too nasty.
You sound like we are no longer similar anymore,
I want to challenge your haughtiness to reach your core.
Don't express your false sense of gratitude,
We recognise we don't deserve this attitude.
Can we play again?
Can we address it as another black rain?
Will we again dive into a giant algorithm?
Can we truly consider this our best time?
What is more than
Greater than love
Of one's country.
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