I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less,
No tags to wear,
No labels to confess.
I am not blind to history,
Nor unaware of our mistakes.
Like nations older than our own,
We've known the risks that failure makes.
Yet through the trials of our past,
We learned, endured, and found a way.
To rise above our broken roads
And build a stronger path each day.
History is not a chain to drag,
Nor a script we must obey.
It is a compass in our hands,
To guide us forward on our way.
I know what this country means to me,
A truth no one can redefine.
Not by titles, not by degrees,
Nor by a different view than mine.
So let me stand where I believe,
Without demands that I conform.
Leave me be, and walk in peace,
No anger, only calm and warmth.
For I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less;
A citizen of hope and freedom,
Without a need for anything else.
I’m just an American, and proud to be!
By James C. Chapman
bang, bang.
boom, boom.
ow.
the rifle bullets ripple and tear through the trenches.
bullets riddle my body, it hurts,
quiet literally, I'm in pain.
bullets run out in spurts.
fiery hot bullets rush my chest like a train.
ouch.
bullet ripping, running soldiers,
dodging bayonets, they raid our trench.
we run and hide behind a pile of boulders,
we camp 'til the end; rain downs the camp's drench.
dead.
- not Freddy Mitch.
Lightning flashes so brightly outside;
rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling vibrations in my fingers
jolts loosen the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful, quivers follow.
Mummy shudders, shoulders and head;
Sissy covers up her ears.
I'm deaf, my other senses
eagerly expect something after sparks.
I wait and faces change.
Like a sudden tag game,
I see the brilliant flashes.
Sissy tags me, "You're IT!"
I can guess thunder's timing
just before he reaches base.
I remember playing Tag and you were "it".
Eyes that Swallowed Every Smile
Thrown at me Through all the While.
Running, Dancing, Feet above the Ground;
Heaven's Space, filled with Laughters' Sound.
Spilling every Place Between Us,
Filling Up Our Day.
Never Giving Thought to all
The Memories That We Caught.
Or How Our Day Might Play,
Just Being Children, In Our Lovely Way.
Cached Ourselves in Nets of Laughter
Pulled the Strings,
That Made Our Puppets Dance;
Followed Each Our Every Moment After,
Ne'er A Thought to Fate or Chance.
I Remember Playing Tag and I was "it".
Surrounding You in Rosie's Ring.
It Was as Though My Keds Took Wing;
Flew Straight to You Each Time,
With Unknown Meaning
In Our Secret Rhyme.
"Tag", "You're it!"
And You and You.
And All Too Soon, We Grew.
And Soon, Too Soon
We Went Aways
Played Our Games With Other Kids,
But Now, In Grown-up Ways.
But I Remember Just a Bit
Of You,
And, " Tag! You're It "
Gum wrapper here, discarded box there
Acute cleanliness not in the air
Her name was Tag, his name was Jer
They were the perfect hoarder pair
Floating in the crispy cold winter air
Was the stench of a deceased grizzly bear
Visitors could not make it to the stair
Climbing over a twin bed, sofa and broken chair
To others their abode was a nightmare
On the counter was Tag’s used underwear
The rugs were full of dog, cat and rodent hair
Stench of this place was totally unfair
Foul smells from their home caused rats to swear
Rotting in corner was old fruit including a moldy pear
Place was disgusting, in this neighborhood, rare.
Home creep home, Tag and Jer’s terrifying lair.
To die old and weak
Inside a cold steel box.
Do they tag your toe on death row?
It may be a moment though.
The long reach of justice is slow.
As You've taken souls.
And threw away your own
Skeleton man, you are, no parole.
So make no mistake
Time does not stop.
For any of those.
The reaper knows who,
Grows short on the clock.
When their bell toll tolls.
He is their last stop.
Will they tag your toe on death row?
Family reunion~ children playing tag with our memories.
Pain squizzes life out of my paralyzed mind and it feels like a grain of sugar under attack from ants.
Induring comes with an ocean of tears
Never ending and excruciating
Sending my body into manifestational shivers
Needing an escape with immediate effect
Every nerve is hyperbolically numbing
Enough to shut doors when the world outside peeps into my life
Darts of mental disorders are hurled at me , my mind is infested with anxious ants nibbling on my confidence
Looking for rest I drown my fears and anxieties in a slumber.
Echoes of numbing pain pin me down as I crawl to the exit door
Shaky knees won't hold me for long lest my life I lose without the anchors of heaven.
So I pray and become the prey
Failing to comprehend my period of testing marathons from my predator
I fail to testify for the man at Calvary playing scavenge hunting for my sake
Not wanting to form scars to avenge
Every single day I seek him, he lifts my fallen face and reminds me of his might
And when my enemies attack he is my shield in this tag of war .
So I know when my iniquities hide his face I'll tag him to my place of refuge
Webster's dictionary #___%#____
Destro#^^
___ ____ ____( ) you see
Well, may** you do@'+
The game was tag, your it
When tag, he threw a real fit
He cursed and sweared
And also he dared
So, the others said, they quit
What is this world coming to
Today I went to get my tag renewal
And this year we have to get a new plate
They felt the need to remove the picture
Of the mountains in the background
And give us a solid blue one with white letters
So I get to the counter
And the lady comes up to ask if I need help
Why yes my friend I need a new plate
I could sence her not wanting to offend me
When she asked do you want In God We Trust on it
I am thinking why would you ask me such a thing
My friend is there another option
I would really like the one that reads
In This Wicked Generation Ye All Trust
It's coming my friends
a call had been close
after we would put on clothes
went out door we close
when we did tag it
MAGA became a maggot
applied tourniquet
would be sinister
sermon said by minister
about being spinster
what we knew for sure
increased our expenditure
for one more denture
we would meander
creating gerrymander
did raise up dander
poem would write to read
was great everyone agreed
did the dirty deed
A girl on the tip of my tongue
Wants to swing while she is still young
She went on Facebook
The lads had a look
And now its her phone that's well hung
The honour of a man,
The courage of a people,
The glory of a nation.
If you want to live, you will obey.
The Rebellion begins!
Welcome to a world without rules
It’s nothing personal.
The fight for the truth will be the fight for your life.
Courage is immortal.
Courage is stronger than steel.
What we do in life echoes in eternity.
No limits, no fears, no substitutes.
The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
Your mind is the scene of the crime.
Judgement is coming.
Something wicked this way comes.
Nothing on Earth could come between us.
The following poem is a poem trouvee made from a collection of movie poster tag lines.
Let’s play a game
When he comes home
It’s date night
Ready or not here he comes
It’s date night
When the darkness comes
It’s date night
Some homes are born evil
It’s date night
Fear comes full circle
He knows where you sleep
He’ll shatter your dreams
Into your dreams he’ll creep.
Let’s play house.
Who will be his bride tonight?
Till death do you part.
Sharing is scaring.
The tell-tale heart
Love never dies; it kills
And if you love chills and thrills
It’ll be the night of your life.
It’s date night.
A night to die for.
Evil has a destiny and
Tonight evil gets raw.
It’s date night.
Will it ever stop?
A different set of jaws
You’ve been warned
It’s date night
You’ll be dead by dawn
Cause if you don’t wake up screaming,
You won’t wake up at all.
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