History Quatern Poems

At five feet, five and a hundred and ten
The Marines said, “sorry, too small of a man.”
Yet he became greatest of World War men,
The Army’s...

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On Hollywood Boulevard

Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark...

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If to be “woke” means to be aware
To have knowledge of hidden truths,
Then we have little reason to beware
For truth becomes our brightest youths.

I know...

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Suspense is a thing worth not knowing
Dying for the knowledge of the mystery
From novice to brainiac ever flowing,
Slipping into the dark annals of history.

Shudders at...

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“Freedom is the oxygen of the soul” -  Moshe Dayan


I cherish freedom above all,
it's everyone’s right to live free.
And history sets its value
as a...

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How many galleons per mile
Were spread the grand Armada fleet,
Hoping strong England to defile
After a huge naval defeat?

Surging steady through stormy seas
How many galleons per...

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Egyptian artifacts intrigue,
Museum quality so fine
Imagination they besiege,
Sagely seasoned like the best wine,
 
They fill my heart with love and awe,
Egyptian artifacts so fine,
Love soul...

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This baby born in Bethlehem
to intervene in history,
two thousand years His diadem
still glitters gold with mystery.

Birthed in a stable to a maid -
this baby born...

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Standing straight in columns and ranks, 
Heads newly shaved by the barber, 
Carrying guns loaded with blanks: 
New recruits after Pearl Harbor. 
  ...

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Gathering dust on my bookshelf,
Old textbooks from my past major,
Reveal something about myself
(Never read again, I’d wager).

Attached in place by hidden tacks,
Gathering dust on my...

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Rendezvous for two, Valentine
Secret glances only confirm
On the fourteenth, you shall be mine
Not for the day, but for long-term

I am not jealous of May-belle!
Rendezvous for...

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Here's a story about a men few heard
his name Zipp Wyat.
Indiana born and raised
with the run they came and squat.

Married a gal in a close...

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This is a script to read again
Its wordings are clear- no blunder
Each page on its own is a sane
It has distinct words to ponder

I’m yet...

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One sunny, sweet sunflower day,
adventure called. . . I went straightway
across those flowered fields of home
and facing west, began to roam!

When everything behind me lay
that...

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