silent cathedral of burning stars
receive this whisper
from a small blue world.
we are the fragile voices of earth,
children of oceans and wandering winds,
our cities glow like scattered constellations
trying to imitate your ancient light.
we are imperfect—
we quarrel, we fall, we forget the sky,
yet every night we raise our eyes again
like seeds reaching for dawn.
o distant travelers of the galaxies,
if your paths ever cross our fragile orbit,
know that beneath these clouds
live hearts that wonder as you do.
we write our greetings in music and fire,
in poems launched toward your silence.
if you hear this humble ode, remember:
in the vast choir of stars,
earth is a small voice learning to sing.
I don't need the praise
But salute me, boy, I'm him
Blessings on blessings
Salute
Bunker Hill, Yorktown, Lundy’s Lane,
Monterey, Bull Run, Gettysburg, Shiloh,
Antietam, St. Mihiel, Belleau Woods,
D-Day, Saipan, Iwo Jima, The Bulge,
Chosin Reservoir, Pork Chop Hill,
Ia Drang, Khe Sanh, Hamburger Hill,
Iraq and Afghanistan.
Famous battles in American history.
Washington, Scott, Grant, Lee, Custer,
Pershing, Patton, Eisenhower, Nimitz,
MacArthur, Westmoreland, Abrams.
Famous leaders in American history.
We are all familiar with these names and places.
But what about the nameless men and women?
The faceless citizens who gave up families, jobs,
education, comfort.
The ones who gave America their blood, bodies,
minds to defend us and set others free.
Their blood has stained countless lands.
Their wounds, physical and mental,
should remind us that freedom is not cheap.
The noncoms, privates, petty officers, junior officers.
The occupants of The Tomb of the Unknown,
the Punch Bowl, the French cemeteries, Arlington,
and countless unknown graves.
The living dead who suffer from grievous wounds
and PTSD.
These are the true heroes.
I Salute The Sun, For It Gives Me Life
And Feeds The Spirit With Eternal Light,
Where There Is Darkness And There Are No Roads
I Find You Shining, The Great Scintillator Of Hope
Never Fettered, You Give Me Faith
That Even Through The Darkest Of Storms, Your Fires Blaze
Through Your Omnipresence You Guide My Way
Down Treacherous Roads, Towards Brighter Days
May You Shine Than Forever, Oh Teacher Of Men
With Your Wise Solar Rays, Again & Again
Bow down
To the 13 bullets you were given,
Now load your machines
Now now
One foot before the other,
Don't stray from the way, no end to the means
Heads down,
As you walk through all of it,
Might just as well be at one with the team
Jump jump
The in bandwagons rolling
Keep your eyes closed for the routine
Pound for pound
Paid in flesh, for the mess, they created,
Prepare the obscene
Burn Burn Burn
Think we’ll learn from the rules you discern?
We won’t turn up, lest ye burn up
The world could use more people like Nicholas Winton
Living to the age of one-hundred-six is amazing, but what he did to save hundreds of children from certain death will leave you stunned
A kind compassionate man from England and a stockbroker by trade
As Hitler and his war machine just before the start of world war two were about to start their raids
In Prague a large group of families had gathered in a large campo Winton with the aid of refugee workers was able to get six hundred children to foster families in Great Britain, truly a champ
Not only did he get them out but raised the money to make it happen
To accomplish such a feat a holiday should be named after him to salute what he had done
We should raise our glasses to the people that go out of their way to perform good deeds
We are only as good as our weakest link, let us all reach out to the people in need
I am sure that hundreds of relatives of the children Nicholas saved will do their part to make our world better
Let,'s all make the effort, we can all do it together
A lump in the throat
a tear in the eye
Grandpa's name
writ large in the sky
To everyone serving in the military,
The Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, and Marines;
You gave your lives protecting people like me,
From the ground, in the air, and even on the sea.
You've shown every enemy no surrender or fear,
And have loving friends and family far and near.
Your courage and bravery will not be in vain;
You support each member through the weather and intense pain.
For every uniform you proudly wear,
And all hands raised, you solemnly swear
To defend our country against all odds:
You truly are a blessing from God.
We can't thank you enough for everything you do,
And this is why we salute you.
Happy Veterans Day!
God be praised for our Pastor’s wife
Virtuous woman* exuded by her countenance
Paragon of spiritual lady’s blest fullness indeed
Fulfilling roles with feminine elegance
Graciously living according to Bible creed
Meeting her family's maternal need.
The Lord be thanked for our Pastor’s wife
Possessing faith of steward with servant-heart qualities
Steadfast as a loving mentor of godly influence
Caring teacher and discipler marked by truth-verities
Diligent homemaker as well as prudent* spouse in her reigning prevalence
Midst her mother and grandmother's joyously cheering presence.
Dear Ma'am Dhel,
Blessed birthday to you. We thank God for your life. You are a blessing to us.
*Proverbs 12:4 - A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones. Proverbs 19:14 - ... a prudent wife is from the LORD.
September 27, 2023
Amidst throng of men,
Stood their vibrant salute
That Eastern sky.
A flag bleeds red, white, and blue.
She has everything to do with me and you.
Her stars and stripes wave high in the wind.
She's not influenced by times and trends.
Thirteen stripes denoting our small beginnings.
50 stars, ever shouting and always ascending.
Much finer than she was battling with death,
Nicer than when she had survivor’s breath
Returned to her hurt face the freshest health;
Like one who’d begun anew to test wealth…
Twenty-One Gun Salute to Mortician:
For Morticians I’d turn a musician
In all my songs rank one Perfect Magician;
I wouldn’t trouble the word ‘Beautician’…
Then, cash does motivate a last wonder:
Her husband had for this sold his Honda
To delay one’s commitment Real Blunder
In death you still tore loved one asunder…
Sam had cleared his debt, when Death came calling
So, his funeral no barrier stalling.
Sam's interment is as good as the held:
Twenty-one gun salute; trees shall be felled!
I see Sam laughing, on the ground falling,
Sam as a ghost amused, even balling,
All round him women a sweet name calling;
In his honor many to go mailing!
In their Spirit World had begun building
After a chat with Senior Ghost Fielding,
Who had his own house started roofing
While on Earth on Building Jobs no goofing...
Still, a billionaire much power wielding
Sam and others, every morn, "Lord Fielding!"
So they say I'm going to die
Is that's meant to make me cry
On my own I always stood
Doing all I could
To keep going
All the time knowing
I'm meant to die
Why should I cry
I cry for the lonely man on the corner so cold
Those so alone as they grow old
That's life I'm told
Those that get my tears
Those older in years
Sitting alone forgotten
They feel they must of done something rotten
To be left behind
Forgotten and out of mind
For those struggling on the street
Just looking to find some heat
That soldier standing alone
Fearful of all he has been shown
Born into all this strife
Throughout this game called Life
Long gone is the wife
A tear goes out
I give a shout
To all the lonely people out there
Life was never fair
But here you are
Proudly showing your scar
The badge of life
For being born amongst this strife
I salute you
For standing true
To those who held the fort,
To those who fought and won,
To those, though worn, stood tall,
Your strength-like wall, is kept.
You scars, be worn like medals,
Shine bright like petals in sun;
The chains be burn'd like cobwebs
You are celebs, till ever!
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