another memorial day
all laid down with the lined stones the felled remains of soldiers bones row upon row upon row upon row straight aligned see away they go to top of the hill and far beyond on holidays with small flags donned all the young men now gone to
America
I wrote this on 9/11/2001
Fought For Freedom
military time
A Rifle is not just for Christmas
This is a poem/story about my generations preoccupation with guns... from an early age.
A BIG "Thank You " from Mizzy. ( Please Read ).,
To all poets who entered or took part in any way in "Mizzy's Green Challenge" I would like to extend my warm thanks. I must say I was bowled over with the response. You are all such a great bunch of people and such fantastic poets, its simply a
world, yours or mine
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Fighting the Good Fight
I wrote this poem as a tribute to some of the good people I’ve met in the CS forum and blogs.
~Sleight of mind~
Hillary d*ck, Hillary dock, Hillary wound up the cuckoo clock, mail was late the server went dry, her hands clenched in rage passing it by, now the Killary shield's firmly in place, dentures pasted in, false charms on her face, the one thing she'd do
Riddled Past
Riddles speak of truth.
Collapse
I'll be honest- I'm a bit toasted, and this needs a lot of work. Will get back around to this later. It is about a hard working man who tries to live a simple life, believes that the most important works will come from laboring in the land, and who ultimately, having never had faith or much interest in the political world, believes that his most important work, at this point in his life, where he is beyond capable of everything he has ever placed faith in, is to remove that which he feels is evil, by assassination.
Heroes of Nine-Eleven
I cried as I wrote...
SUFFERING AND SMILING
This poem is dedicated to my fellow Nigerians. Nigeria is the world's sixth largest producer of petroleum (oil/gasoline) yet its people are poor and hungry because of corruption of its leadership. At the same time she exports her crude abroad and imports the refined products and sells to its citizens at the same prices, sometimes higher, that non-oil producing nations, despite the fact that the nation has several capable local refineries. The painful fact about this is that despite the man-made poverty in the land, the peoople do not attack their problems in practical ways, majority of the people are hoodwinked into believing that the devil or some witchcraft, by their neigbour, is the souce of their mishap - so they easily throng to religion hoping to find the opium for their 'troubled' souls. I dedicate this poem to inform my fellow Nigerians at home and in the Diaspora that solution to a man's problem does not come from abroad or above, it comes from within - a will to see a change. The national anthem of Nigeria starts with the words 'Arise O Compatriots'.
Happy Birthday Prince Charles
There will be many celebrating today for it is Prince Charles special day Champagne glasses brimming to the rim one thing certain eyes will start to dim Banquets and feasts a plenty dishes price set at twenty All the nobles of the land
smile
:-) and the world smiles with you Frown and they will pass you by Say hallo and a hi and smile goes a long way Be miserable they don't want to know Alone you will be Not a sole will want you Cry and cry alone you will be Sad and depressed
Ireland's warrior queen
In praise of Ireland's London 2012 Olympic gold medalist for women's boxing, Katie Taylor, athlete role model and all round inspiration.
"It All Starts Over Again"
This is obviously a war song. I'm in the middle of writing a story, and it in the main character is fighting in a war she has no choice but to participate in. I wrote this song as sort of a "background song" to them marching to an ongoing battle. It is a mix of rap/metal. Italics are of a regular, flowing singing (by a woman in my head), while the rest is harsher obviously, (this time in my head, it's a male.) However it pops up in your head is up to you though.
AMERICA
'TRUTH' Tweaked 11/11/21
Letter to AMERICA!
America here is used to represent her government. It tells about the plan of the govt to bring distruction....
My Georgia!
Music by Zurab Mzhavia, lyrics by poet Murman Lebanidze, performed by pop group "Orera."
WWE PERMEATES EVERY SPORT/SCRIPTED!!
Overwhelming evidence! TOO many Improbable comebacks...Teams play like champions one half and forget how the second half! Most games (especially the most relevant) are kept dramatic til final seconds so fans stay in there seats til the end. Networks have to have stories to tell each week. Stories (even made up ones to keep drama alive)...because it works best! If last years Super Bowl didn't stir any faith...nothing will. twkd and added 2 lines on 3/18 rearranged 3/5/23
Preponderance
Abstract about the loneliness and solitude of conviction, about the desire for freedom and liberty. Independence and Unity that march side by side is stronger than the forces that separate them.
Back To Bernaccia
There’s a place in my heart Nowhere else can be A place just for you In my dreams Cheviots to the sea Yeavering Bell to the old Tyne River Forever home for me In Bernaccia. Grass not so green Streets not paved with gold The sun doesn
MAGA!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?
Treatment of the President Is unacceptable!!!!! 08/27/2021 rearranged...
Pitch Dark After Supper
There has never been a greater need for the world to come together to face down our problems.
STOP YOUR LUNACY
To reiterate... Truth is always truth! Tweaked 3/31/22 Copyright(07)...
Palette
Dedicated to all the wonderful Cub-scouts, Bikers, Veterans, and everyone else who hand-carried memorial stones up the mountain today in remembrance of those lost defending this country.
Awareness
Free speech
A SOLDIERS LETTER...
This poem is just a testimony of every soldiers dream.. To make it back home.
Elmers Wament !!!
For The Children Among us!!! He! He!!!!
Children At Home
In response to a poem of a battlefield scene where only one soldier remains alive and wonders what it was for. Children At Home But then the soldier quickly remembered That children at home could know, Without visions of friends dismembere
To Fight And Die
To Fight And Die They serve to fight and die, Yet does anyone even ask why, For they are heroes hidden away, That keep us safe every day. They take the battle far away, Where evil has long held sway, To show that right is the way, Correct
Jamaica my home sweet home
reflecting on home
Freedom
Reflecting back on my country's origins
Programmed
Opinion, p.o.v, Vietnam, culture,
The Patriot
Dedicated to the troops from all nations in jeopardy on American Independence Day.
Prison of Iraq
I wrote this one night when i was at work.
The Flag Out On The Ranch
A silent yet always seen tribute to those who have sacrificed, those who have passed to the ages and those serving still.
'By the Dawns Early Light'...
By the dawns early light.. we meet Smoke.. Hell.. and.....Fire.. By the dawns early light.. Spirit battles Spirit.. By the dawns early light.. Courage shall not flinch.. By the dawns early light.. The sword of Independence wil
God bless america!
Tribute to all those who serve and are serving. may your spirit fly!
Faithful Fighter
One day I talked to a quite close friend and was told with no emotion disturbing his speech that he shall leave soon, join army, be a proper soldier. No matter how many reasons he found for it, I was - and still am and always will be - against such decisions. But its his life, if he wants to waste it, its his choice I suppose...
Dreaming Of A Highland Gypsy Maid
Lairg is in the county of Sutherland in the northern highlands of Scotland. And by the way, the story is true:-)
Governor Sir Morgan of Jamaica 1674
the greatest pirate ever to lived, plundered, raged, ransom, raid, battled and gun ship Spanish men of war ships of the seven seas and anti hero and great tactical officer of that era!