Speak of the "Stripes"
Speak of the "Stars"
Speak "Hate" of "Others"
In "Racist Rant Bars"
Speak of your "Country"
Speak of your "Pride"
Speak with "Proud Voice"
The "Hate" kept "Inside"
Speak of "God's Love"
Speak of "Gold Shelves"
Speak "Hate" of "Freedom"
Speak for "Yourselves!"
Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Adventure, Beginning
Coastal Dreams Echoing
Fearless Growing Horizons In Jumping Kismet
Laden Magically, Nebulae Oleaginous,
Portending Quicksand Reflecting Spangled Tussle
Unseen Vermilion Waves Xerox Yperite Zone.
Oh say did you see
All my neighbor's delight
When he proudly displayed
That he went there just to fight
Who inflicted deep scars
Due to words of rich fools
How they influenced all
By breaking all the rules
See their eyes with red glare
Sow their lies and fanfare
Gave proof through the night
That our hate was still there
Oh say does that star spangled anger yet rave
While we all disagree and they all misbehave
Circa 1/06/21
Since I was a small child and would try to sing,
when we rise and sing the praises of "Old Glory,"
it brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because we
have endured much to keep our flag flying--too
many wars, too many injured, too many dead.
Or, perhaps, in this "Winter of Our Discontent,"*
whether Red or blue or neutral tan, we can, as one,
STAND UNITED.
call me old fashioned
but the star spangled banner
brings tears to my eyes
*Winter of Our Discontent," novel by John Steinbeck,
Shakespeare's "The Tragedy of King Richard III"
February 9, 2023
for "It Means A Lot To Me" contest
by Regina McIntosh
Stars staged their night show
Soon as stepped in from window,
My sleep watched in awe.
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Haiku |39.06.2021|
While you were all sleeping..
I crept in through your back door.
You were off in la la land..
While I silently started a war!
Your "Star Spangled Banner."
Says "Land of the Free".
Wheres "United" America?
You could of fooled me!
It then goes on to say..
America home of the brave!
But all I've seen is fear..
In the way you all behave!
My army is growing stronger..
I thrive on your demise.
I'm invisible, and I'm a killer..
Why do you act surprised?
With your finger on the trigger..
You're unstable holding your gun.
Outsmarted by a virus..
And you've nowhere to run.
Your empire has fallen..
It's crumbled beyond repair.
No longer America United..
Instead "Land of Despair"!
So sweet dreams America!
Go on back to sleep!
And while you're blindly in denial..
Your souls I'll take to keep!
Citizens All, 1
Awaking's The Call. 2
Of Privacy, Property, 3
Records In Fall! 4
There once was a lad named Cy Milgram
A regular cool and hip pilgrim --
He saw Plymouth 'Rock'
Said, "Fast forward the clock!" --
Played Jimi Hendrix ~ nearly killed 'em
Way back in my childhood days
used to love real favourite sweet
they were hard boiled fruit flavours
real refreshing they were to eat
Mars Limited in UK made them
having many flavours totally nine
strawberry, orange lemon naming a few
but my favourite was simply lime
They had a real good tasty bite
but sucking them made them last
so the flavour lasted real long
the kids loved them sold real fast
Sadly don't make them no more
todays sweets just not the same
quality don't have that taste
like yesterdays as they claim!
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star spangled banner
standing tall for all to see
the flag of freedom
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U.S.A.
Warner Baxter
Here I am darling
at the center
of my everything,
gazing over a lake
looking upon
silver stars lovingly
dancing inside ripples.
Sparkling in
a moving mass
kisses gently ,
touching deep waters,
blinking diamond thoughts
upon a moon face,
reflections flooding
through the mind
every last one shines
sweetly on
you my love.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As the star-spangled glory,
Flies proud and grand,
With the home of the brave,
Though hill scattered lands,
With the star-spangled banner,
Gleaming o’er the shore
As the noble eagle
Stretches and soars
And the flag flies brilliant,
By mountains high,
As the crop fields spread,
Beneath won’drous blue skies.
I am dancing on the edge of time,
Barefoot I tread a razor of light.
There is no time to vanquish my soul,
No place can be walked like this.
An obsession has taken root,
In this mind it grows from strength.
The burn is a sting from a scorpion,
Its fire the very source of life itself.
The light will fail, darkness to prevail,
In the most moving of song.
The red demon claws at my back,
Wounds run like earths' molten river.
Life cannot move from this stagnation,
An instant glory, to split like a stone.
Pain is our only sobering grace,
In this star spangled journey of time.
We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.
Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).
We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.
Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.
We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.
We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;
fore tomorrow, standing is banned.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord wrapped in the laughter
and the sounds of a five year old.
Truth is marching as I witness commencement exercises across the university
law campus.
Bombs bursting in air has a truer sound and a detailed message as I reread the
letters from my son who serves his country overseas.
This is where the real pledge of allegiance is silently read.
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