Patriotism Poems (213)

1. There was a job I had use 2 work years ago
this one young lady had given me a write-up.
Too many times those chutes got overloaded.
No where 4 the excess boxes 2 go.
On one side in this very busy warehouse
there were three-chutes.

3. I had stacked 2 sets of boxes on each side of one chute,
grand total to 6-separate plastic crate stacks of boxes.

4. I'm not ashamed of the write-up
there was some time she was off work
and 2 other people I had seen had done the same thing.
Where is there any justice in that?
I'm wondering is it because my skin color?

5. All I had repeated my friend had told me when he was watching the news,
the news had reported that 6-women had got killed.
I had told one of the Ladies at work I had worked with,
she should take self defense classes and Martial Arts,
She called that "PERSONAL!"

6. You know I would hate 2 see and hear this story repeated
in a way that would shame and embarrass her next 10
generations of fathers, as written as 'PERSONAL.'
With so much writing this Tombstone,
all that writing on that Tombstone had caught
every ones seeing eyes.

7. For Example: Teenage girl Paige grand kid was talking
2 her teenage girlfriend Phoebe.
"Do U want the next generation of your family 2 find out
what was written on your Grandmothers Tombstone?"

Phoebe: "I did have an awful dream about your grandmother's Tombstone."
Paige: "Was there anything written on it?"
Phoebe: "yes there was."
Paige: "what did it say?"

8. Phoebe: "There was a man that was sent 2 your grandmother
in her much younger years, it was told that he had encouraged her
to take self-defense and Martial-Arts which would serve 2 protect herself."
"In her city women were being killed in numbers not one by one anymore."
She refused and had called it PERSONAL."
"This was written on her Tombstone in very small writing
short story of her life before her death."
Paige: "Was there anything else written on her Tombstone
as her moral final fatality?"

Phoebe: "this writing was in bigger black shiny letters everyone that
had walked into the graveyard, they were all flocking to this
one Tombstone."
"This Tombstone had reflected bright every time the sun had shown
it's light upon it."

Phoebe: "HERE LIES GRANDMOTHER CRUELA DE VIL
SHE DIDN'T TAKE LAW ENFORCEMENT'S ADVICE,
A SERIAL RAPIST HAD ENDED HER LIFE ENDED HER LAST WALKING FOOT STEP."
THE FAMILY ENCOURGES ALL FATHER'S DAUGHTERS
IN THE WORLD THAT ARE STILL LIVING ABOVE GROUND,
"PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW GRANDMOTHER CRUELA DE VIL
YOU DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOUR LAST WALKING FOOT STEP."

Phoebe: "it must have been a past tense dream,
I remember walking past a graveyard, I had seen a lot of people
gathered around this one Tombstone, I was curious, I had turned around
the other way I was walking and I had walked in to see what this crowd
of people were looking at and what they were talking about to each other."
"That's how I had found out about "Grandmother Cruella De Vil."

Paige: "they end-up there sometimes too early
in their graveyard."
Phoebe: "Why?"
Paige: "My daddy being Chief of Police said, there's a number
of women in the U.S. that think they know-it-all."
"My daddy remembers talking to a woman she flipped out on him
after she heard him advising her to take self-defense,
then my daddy said the very next day that same woman he had talked to
prior had ended-up in the hospital Morgue."

Paige: My dad being Chief of Police had inquired
"how did this woman end-up here in the hospital morgue?"
The Coroner said, "She was raped and killed
her body was found at the bottom of a deep pond"
"She was from a different county someone from that county
had called the police reporting they had seen someone get out
of a van and dump something in the water, it was dark they said,
this home owner had a set of binoculars."
"Our hospital sits between the county line
for both counties."

The least among us are often the best
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry

your fantastic thats for sure together we can rule the world
just and me because we're cats thats that yeah yeah yeah yeah

I am a soldier, my heart bound to this land,
Fighting for life and liberty, with strength in my hand.
Treading upon sands that echo our flag's command,
With every step, my resolve remains unbowed, it will stand.

My faith is my shield, my courage, my sword,
Facing each adversary, fear is never restored.
On this battlefield, where hope is our accord,
Victory will be ours, with the dawn's reward.

Challenging adversity, chest bared in the light,
Love for my country pulses, in every beat it's right.
Echoes of justice resound, cutting through the night,
No force in this world can smother my fight.

I am a soldier, in the constant fervent fray,
My path may be barren, but powerful is my way.
For life, for freedom, my valor does not sway,
My heart, my land, in the victorious array.

Bravery is my anthem, etched in each line of my face,
I march onward, carving freedom's trace.
For each comrade, each soul, each cherished embrace,
I pledge my undying courage, to protect our sacred space.

Through the whispers of the wind, across the desolate dunes,
Rings the song of the soldier, under the silent moon.
In the heart of the warrior, a resonating tune,
An undying symphony of defiance, that can't be overthrown soon.

For each dawn that breaks, each twilight we've withstood,
Lives a testament of valor, of a promise understood.
I am a soldier, in my veins, flows gallant blood,
For the land I adore, for peace, for the greater good.

This is the tale of the soldier, in his glory and strife,
A tale of perseverance, of dedication, of life.
Bound by honor, by love, carved sharp as a knife,
I am a soldier, till the end, in love, in war, in life.

When I’m laying next to you
It's hard to catch my breath
When we both lay it all out
Like this next to each other

Raising our dreams above us
Believing in the clouds of luck
Our good fortune linked together
And the rest you know already

Be it laid down on its knees
I would rather doubt complete
Why do people take the oath
When they refuse to compete

It all begins with you my dear
You are so special in my heart
Because I believe in freedom
I’ll respect you from the start

Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes
to make up for the torrid
love affair of morning and night
of a dream that seems to dwell
on all your sorrows
on a life you wish you had
up until now.


Your child that has yet to be born
on a future of uncertainties
you built your strength
on their hopes that their years
will count for generations
unlike you..
it has to end right here
among the shadows of
torment and hopelessness
in a foreign land
where you haven't even have a clue
on how they spell, write and say
"i love you".


But you knew, as you were
facing the front lines
of whose sides you would stand on
their truth or yours, like
it makes a difference
knowing it will be right...
this war that divides
whose supposed to have
the truth of who's wrong and who
is more deserving to be right,
but...


Did you know?
those whose lives, ransomed
for freedom to make you a hero?
felt the same sentiments and hopes?
the same aspirations and ambitions?
same pains and sorrows
and like all of us,
they, too, have a heart,
have a soul that is pierced
by the bullet of hatred
we sustained in believing
that their death is our
prize for freedom.


Is it?

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but the more we tried, the more we get hit
could it be, not hard enough
building this country and what's for
well, to be slapped harder, to find places
to go incognito
detriment is at his best when you can't
do it better...basta! canallas!

Wonderful thoughts create wonderful times, wonderful thoughts make easy rhymes, but thoughts of pain are not the same, oh, its soo hard to explain, can one person change the world? obviously so, greed for the gold!, the power to change the life we know, leave us ALL lost nowhere to go, can it happen, I don't know, but it should never be, I refuse to see, that ending, what it could be!

I remember the easy life,
Pushing rocks uphill,
And how I made it this far?
Living in Hell,-
"Those are the streets where you cannot go"
Mommy told you to stand still,
"That man coming this way and pay heed to what I say"
Kill or be killed--

Into some of the darkest places,
Through cities corrupted by sins,
And why I was made this way?
Built to win,-
"When it's all over and all seems lost"
Mommy said to you wearing a grin,
"That man standing alone out there"
Kill and kill again--

I remember the harder life,
All at free will,
And what made me travel this way?
ha, Just for the thrill,-
"Such destruction he left in his wake"
Mommy pointed out with so much feel,
"His way of bringing peace and love"
Smile when you kill--

poem of love poem of night the poem that end of the above of the sky one you love ones you live ones you die ones you go to god in heaven there bird of the sky that fly on up the sky ones there love there allways great match for everyone this poem that i made up just came too my mine let me know what yall think i try too write poem but it kind of hard too write it down god come first all of the people that is around the world as to live wow liveing in the world