Most Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.

Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog,that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.

The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.




To Mr.Romantic Irish Clown : )

Adh mor ort !

Lisa ; )

Number 10
Your bedroom tax is unfair
Your taxing the poor to pay for the rich
Your going back in time

To be king john
Where is robin hood to help the poor
Camerons Welfare will bring poverty to the poor

No jobs but migrant s he will
Bring
Open doors to romaions

Jobs will be lost nhs will suffer
Health decline more burden on the poorer

Bankers created this mess
Cameron awards banks with bonuses
Who we blame for this
All those in no 10

Child negelect as the poor will starve
Bills rising
The poorest will not keep a home into the streets they will go

Cameron and the banks created this mess

A Soldier's Weary Eyes

The soldier waits
With weary eyes
Scanning his A/O
He is so tired,

Tired of death
Maiming and pain
Worn out from this war
With nothing to gain,

Save another chance
To cheat death
The heart beats
Loudly in his chest,

With tracers
Speeding overhead
Explosions, the screaming
Of the wounded
And the silence of the dead,

The soldier hugs the ground
He continues to fire
For it is to kill or to be killed
While lying in the muck and mire,

Suddenly the din recedes
The soldier rises to his knees
Lifting his face toward the skies
And thanks God
Through those
Battle weary eyes.

Stemming the tide of
evil he walks in glory
and honor follows.

There's a little island in the Caribbean Sea
It's beauty you have to see to believe
Some compare it to Eden's garden of old
Others say one day it will be the dwelling of God

The skeptics and doubters cannot resist
Asking if such a place really exist
A place of hills and valleys and cool mountain streams
Where the grass is always fresh and green

Exquisite tropical fruits all year abound
Varying crops always planted in the ground
No wild animals to scare or give fright
Or terror to fear in the dark of night

But most of all it is it's people that make it so great
A people blessed with charm beauty and grace
Always a ready smile , handshake or embrace
Out of many one people all belonging to the human race

In the moonlight she enters the mersey
Her big bowwave and propellers silently turning
there three little tugs pulling as she pushes forward into the narrowing river banks
majesticly she enters are QUE2 QUEEN

Smoke rising from her ships funnels she slowly glides to her destination
her enginies now fall silent all white livery shining so bright in the moonlite sky the queens at rest motionless anchors deep silent not moving her lights glitter bright music playing on her pomanade deck

what a majestic sight she looks floating motionlesss on the mersey people from far and wide coming to visit wondering whats inside
luxury and pleasure, food fit for kings and queens algatherd inside
entertaining she does best oh what joy the life at see thats what she shows best

My father’s house is destroyed
Due to inhalation of poisonous racism
That ruined the entire nation.
How could that be? He created the human race -

Yet here we fighting against tribal ground,
We claimed we are under desolation,
Proclaiming the tidbits of our existence,
Fighting for freedom? Or are we just ignorant?

We are the by product of the heavenly war,
When Lucifer wage war against his creator,
Proclaiming his arrogant (self) existence,
Was his war justified or not?

He was clothed with all precious diadems,
Exalted by his loving creator,
But he rose against him,
Proclaiming his highest dominance.

Do you see yourself?
Government of this world,
Or your house government, and work governance?
Aren’t you exalting yourself? Don’t sabotage the other?
Don’t you not? You hail yourself for your ignorance.

Justice you say,
Where is justice?
Corrupt are you all, who hail himself higher than -
The most high God who created this universe.

What are you looking at?
I am talking to you Delta,
And to you, Nigeria,
Not left out is Africa.
Why the differences?
Why the bloody scenes?

Delta, stop seeing the hats
See the hearts.
Nigeria, forget the tribes
And focus on lives.
Africa, forget he or she is white,
We all have a right.

Commit these words to memory,
They are for us all;
The hat, the tribe and the colour
Speak no peace but war.
But the heart speaks of love.

Our common enemy is not Tutsi or Huti
Our enemy is poverty.

Sometimes it is good to just scribble
Other times it is good to giggle
I find my self having a game within the game
It does not mater nothing remains the same
Darwin suggests "those that adapt the quickest will survive"
I wonder what Einstein and Da Vinci would contrive
It is all good one day at a time
Music the noise the wonderful chime
Walking in the hustle of the crowd
being close to the one you are most proud
Wondering from one city to another
all of us sister and my brother
Accepting the laws of the land
marching in rhythm with the band
The march of life is uphill
uncertainties give me a chill
Decisions are to be made
Thoughts to improve the grade
This choice or that choice what do I say
Jumping and dancing all day I play
I have to be accountable for all of my actions
from banking shopping and all the infractions
Keep your head up be positive and true
the land and the wondeful ocean blue
We enter this world as babies
and face all of the maybes
Does it every make sense
Daily activities to condense
Go forth be strong and brave
The righteous truth I crave
Good night to one and all
Do not hesitate to give me a call

Once asked in Gnosis
The greatest ignorance of men
Nationality and racism I retorted
For we are bound by the body
A slave to intellect

Culture a diverse
Consequnce of bodily challenge
Experiencd due transit
All within time and space
To our source we err
And a common cloak we abound

Intellect remain a facade
Source of inperfection
distortion of unity
Nationality a chaos
Breeds via ill awareness

War a concept
Religion an idea
Philo-sopia a dictum
For in nationality we breed
All that is inperfect

Complexity our fate
For the present incarnation
Lost in reasoning
Caged in bodily intellect
We against them a chorus
Among the present humanity
And in nationality we err