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Rhythm of time
There's an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
The thought that says 'I'm right!'
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
The thought that says 'I'm right!'
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Long May It Wave
The Star Spangled Banner inspires all manner
Of feelings in folks when it plays
Every bareback bronc veteran feels a rush of adrenaline
Long after his rodeo days.
The Anthem's first sound brings the Chute Boss around
Yellin' "Pull 'em down boys! Let's rodeo!"
And you straddle the chute, ease down on the brute,
Grab rigging and stretch latigo.
Then the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Grow distant; seem to fade into dim
Rosin squeaks in your handhold, the horse shivers as if cold,
And for eight seconds, it's just you and him.
Of feelings in folks when it plays
Every bareback bronc veteran feels a rush of adrenaline
Long after his rodeo days.
The Anthem's first sound brings the Chute Boss around
Yellin' "Pull 'em down boys! Let's rodeo!"
And you straddle the chute, ease down on the brute,
Grab rigging and stretch latigo.
Then the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Grow distant; seem to fade into dim
Rosin squeaks in your handhold, the horse shivers as if cold,
And for eight seconds, it's just you and him.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
The emotions and adrenaline rush that the Star Spangled Banner emotes.Never Forget Part 1
He came into the bar one thursday,he never told me his name.
But I asked what'll it be,he said whiskey,give me two of the same.
One for me and one for my brothers,who were left behind.
He said God only knows why I made it home alive,
I guess it wasn't my time.
Well he sat for awhile and nursed his drink,then he looked
me in the eye's.
Said son whadda ya know about the cost of freedom and the
will to survive and then he said.....
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin' here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise a glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom....
is never really free.
He lit a cigarette and his hand started shaking,he said
shrapnel from '69.
He said the fire fight lasted through the night,and he almost
lost his mind.
Said I had a brother who died in Korea,and that was why I
joined the Corps.
He said man I was full of anger,I was so young,I wanted to
settle the score.
He said he did three tours and finally had enough,but back in the world he felt so alone.
Said he couldn't understand how a jungle in Vietnam could
somehow feel like home,and then he said....
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise your glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom....
is never really free.
But I asked what'll it be,he said whiskey,give me two of the same.
One for me and one for my brothers,who were left behind.
He said God only knows why I made it home alive,
I guess it wasn't my time.
Well he sat for awhile and nursed his drink,then he looked
me in the eye's.
Said son whadda ya know about the cost of freedom and the
will to survive and then he said.....
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin' here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise a glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom....
is never really free.
He lit a cigarette and his hand started shaking,he said
shrapnel from '69.
He said the fire fight lasted through the night,and he almost
lost his mind.
Said I had a brother who died in Korea,and that was why I
joined the Corps.
He said man I was full of anger,I was so young,I wanted to
settle the score.
He said he did three tours and finally had enough,but back in the world he felt so alone.
Said he couldn't understand how a jungle in Vietnam could
somehow feel like home,and then he said....
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise your glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom....
is never really free.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
This song is dedicated to the men and women of our armed forces who have served in times of war past and present.To the POW's and those still MIA.To those who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives.And to their families who wait and pray for their return.Never Forget Part 2
He got off his barstool and he walked to the jukebox,and he
dropped a quarter in.
He played a song from 1968,an he waited for it to end.
He said that's the same song that I heard the day they sent
us over their.
Man we were young and full of pride,but inside we were scared.
'Cause all I had were my brothers and all they had was me.
Side by side we fought and so many died,man the horror's we
did see.
We were tired and hungry,and scared as hell but we never gave
up the fight.
That's why i'm hear to raise my glass and honor them tonight.
And then he said...
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise a glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom...
Is never really free.
Well a few weeks passed,he didn't come back in,and I figured
he'd moved away.
Then I saw his picture in the paper,they had his funeral today.
Said he wore his dress blues,there was an honor guard,they gave the flag to his wife.
Well he never told me his name but i'll say a prayer for that Marine
who shared with me his life.
And i'll make a toast to his brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
And i'll raise a glass to my freedom and how they died for you
and me.
And i'll never forget that old devil dog who said freedom....
is never really free.
dropped a quarter in.
He played a song from 1968,an he waited for it to end.
He said that's the same song that I heard the day they sent
us over their.
Man we were young and full of pride,but inside we were scared.
'Cause all I had were my brothers and all they had was me.
Side by side we fought and so many died,man the horror's we
did see.
We were tired and hungry,and scared as hell but we never gave
up the fight.
That's why i'm hear to raise my glass and honor them tonight.
And then he said...
I left my blood and my brothers in a country far away.
And it's because of their sacrifice were sittin here today.
So here's a toast to my brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
So raise a glass to your freedom and how they died for you and me.
Never forget the price they paid because freedom...
Is never really free.
Well a few weeks passed,he didn't come back in,and I figured
he'd moved away.
Then I saw his picture in the paper,they had his funeral today.
Said he wore his dress blues,there was an honor guard,they gave the flag to his wife.
Well he never told me his name but i'll say a prayer for that Marine
who shared with me his life.
And i'll make a toast to his brothers who laid down their lives.
Who left behind tearful mothers,their children and their wives.
And i'll raise a glass to my freedom and how they died for you
and me.
And i'll never forget that old devil dog who said freedom....
is never really free.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
This song is dedicated to the men and women of our armed forces who have served in times of war past and present.To the POW's and those still MIA.To those who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives.And to their families who wait and pray for their return.Dixie
Me and my Belle will one day settle down
here in Bama, in our population 10 town.
So Darlin',hope you don't mind my Confederate flag,
Behind the rest of the country, us Southerners lag.
The hospitatily will grow on you sweet heart,
This is where our life together will start.
When I find you one day, somewhere
I hope I make a move I usually stare.
here in Bama, in our population 10 town.
So Darlin',hope you don't mind my Confederate flag,
Behind the rest of the country, us Southerners lag.
The hospitatily will grow on you sweet heart,
This is where our life together will start.
When I find you one day, somewhere
I hope I make a move I usually stare.
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Posted: Dec 2010
Post CommentFighting Dwyer
I walk among the hills of Wicklow
and wander her valleys so green
the sites of ancient battles
etched in stones to be seen.
no matter what lands I wander
There is none to compare
to the vale of Glenmalur
with the little river flowing there.
It sweeps and flows down from the mountain
Like threads of spidery lace
It weaves its way along the valley
as I walk, I feel its mist upon my face.
I follow it from ford to inn
Where I stop to eat within
I sit and watch, families come and go
But I the watcher, dream of ancient foe.
Arise Irishmen and throw the invaders out
Fighting Dwyer and his band so shout
Were badly beaten in the rout
And had to hide in brush about
In Glenmalur they hid so well
Among the hills and in the dell
Fighting for Ireland free
Dwyer’s band for all to see
Led the English a merry dance
Dwyer’s band never lost there chance
To fight the foe and then romance
The local lassies at the crossroads dance
1804 and surrender agreed
Michael Dwyer and band were freed
Dishonourable England did negate
Botany bay and penal servitude did await.
Oh vale of Glenmalur with stories you abound
I hear them in my head, as you I walk around
Majestic mountains, river and the brook
of Drumgoff barracks! of you, i could write a book.
Glenmalur the fairest of the vales
I will visit, once more to hear your tales
Mountain, little river and the brook
Glenmalur I long for and never will forsook.
and wander her valleys so green
the sites of ancient battles
etched in stones to be seen.
no matter what lands I wander
There is none to compare
to the vale of Glenmalur
with the little river flowing there.
It sweeps and flows down from the mountain
Like threads of spidery lace
It weaves its way along the valley
as I walk, I feel its mist upon my face.
I follow it from ford to inn
Where I stop to eat within
I sit and watch, families come and go
But I the watcher, dream of ancient foe.
Arise Irishmen and throw the invaders out
Fighting Dwyer and his band so shout
Were badly beaten in the rout
And had to hide in brush about
In Glenmalur they hid so well
Among the hills and in the dell
Fighting for Ireland free
Dwyer’s band for all to see
Led the English a merry dance
Dwyer’s band never lost there chance
To fight the foe and then romance
The local lassies at the crossroads dance
1804 and surrender agreed
Michael Dwyer and band were freed
Dishonourable England did negate
Botany bay and penal servitude did await.
Oh vale of Glenmalur with stories you abound
I hear them in my head, as you I walk around
Majestic mountains, river and the brook
of Drumgoff barracks! of you, i could write a book.
Glenmalur the fairest of the vales
I will visit, once more to hear your tales
Mountain, little river and the brook
Glenmalur I long for and never will forsook.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
This is about Michael Dwyer and his band who held out against the English for five years in the Vale of Glenmalur after the rebellion of 1798.To Our Flag
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Verse I
In the good ol' U.S.A.,
Thank the stars for ev'ry day.
Where the people know they're free
To be who they want to be.
It's the country of my birth.
There's no finer place on earth.
And I love our Stars and Bars,
In peacetime, and during wars.
Chorus
May she wave on through the night!
May she always stand for right!
May she guard the ones who guard us,
Keep them safe til mornin's light.
Verse II
The defenders of our Flag,
Never stop and never sag.
Working hard both night and day,
So that we can live our way.
May not always quite agree,
With so called powers that be,
But the brave that for us fight,
Glory, keep them safe tonight.
Verse III
As their buddies they protect,
Those at home they don't neglect.
They go fight for you and me,
So our Flag flies o'er the free.
There are nations far and wide,
Wave their country's flag with pride.
That to me is more than fine,
You wave yours and I'll wave mine.
Verse I
In the good ol' U.S.A.,
Thank the stars for ev'ry day.
Where the people know they're free
To be who they want to be.
It's the country of my birth.
There's no finer place on earth.
And I love our Stars and Bars,
In peacetime, and during wars.
Chorus
May she wave on through the night!
May she always stand for right!
May she guard the ones who guard us,
Keep them safe til mornin's light.
Verse II
The defenders of our Flag,
Never stop and never sag.
Working hard both night and day,
So that we can live our way.
May not always quite agree,
With so called powers that be,
But the brave that for us fight,
Glory, keep them safe tonight.
Verse III
As their buddies they protect,
Those at home they don't neglect.
They go fight for you and me,
So our Flag flies o'er the free.
There are nations far and wide,
Wave their country's flag with pride.
That to me is more than fine,
You wave yours and I'll wave mine.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Blatant, unabashed patriotism. Not stylish, I know, but it's how I feel. Got nothin' against other countries, have visited a few and hope to visit a lot more, but this will always be MY country.Heroes of Nine-Eleven
Could not believe what I had seen,
All the horror and the killing.
How could anyone so cruel have been?
As if lives weren't worth a shilling.
But for each of those who destroyed,
A hundred heroes rose to save.
Ev'ry art and skill they employed,
Making sacrifices so brave.
Risking life and limb they went in,
To do ev'ry thing that they could.
And battles with death they did win,
As we always knew that they would.
And let us not ever forget,
The other victory that day.
Those who decided not to let,
The mad destroyers have their way.
Those heroic souls who fought back,
May they live on in memory.
The brave ones who thwarted attack,
Of United ninety-three.
The mourning came but never went,
It's going on to this day.
But in this war we'll not relent,
Nor let terror have its way.
All the horror and the killing.
How could anyone so cruel have been?
As if lives weren't worth a shilling.
But for each of those who destroyed,
A hundred heroes rose to save.
Ev'ry art and skill they employed,
Making sacrifices so brave.
Risking life and limb they went in,
To do ev'ry thing that they could.
And battles with death they did win,
As we always knew that they would.
And let us not ever forget,
The other victory that day.
Those who decided not to let,
The mad destroyers have their way.
Those heroic souls who fought back,
May they live on in memory.
The brave ones who thwarted attack,
Of United ninety-three.
The mourning came but never went,
It's going on to this day.
But in this war we'll not relent,
Nor let terror have its way.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I cried as I wrote...No Place Like Home
I've never had a place I could call home
Just like a Gypsy I have always roamed
In three different countries I have lived
At five different times
And in between all that I could never find
A place called home
To call my own
So I moved and I moved
Never staying in one place for more than a couple of years
Wondering what was driving me to search for my home
Then three years ago
I awoke
And realised what I was looking for
A place where I could belong
A place what I could call my own
And it had been with me all the time
I had simply been to blind
Home is where the heart is
Home is where your love lives
Not what's around you
But within inside you
Different countries
Different cultures
Different cities
travelled I have a lot
And now I'm tired
Its my turn to now rest in my real and only home
In my Galaxy
Just like a Gypsy I have always roamed
In three different countries I have lived
At five different times
And in between all that I could never find
A place called home
To call my own
So I moved and I moved
Never staying in one place for more than a couple of years
Wondering what was driving me to search for my home
Then three years ago
I awoke
And realised what I was looking for
A place where I could belong
A place what I could call my own
And it had been with me all the time
I had simply been to blind
Home is where the heart is
Home is where your love lives
Not what's around you
But within inside you
Different countries
Different cultures
Different cities
travelled I have a lot
And now I'm tired
Its my turn to now rest in my real and only home
In my Galaxy
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Finally! I've got a place called home! Wooohooo!!!!
I'm Over It"
With blood apon his hands
he looked towards the walls
Where can I lay my thoughts
where can I secretly appear
He hid within his shield
thrashed to
whom may come
I know not what
befalls me
Its your faith that keeps my son
He turns in circles
meets his enemy where they lie
He looks upon with dead set eyes
then puts forth his deadly spies
He looks and will see no one
upon the sands of heat
he played the queen of spades
Oh god will I lose my feet
I do not know this land mum
I came to make a stand
I still love all
not knowing
the ultimate plan
His silent tears he cried
so deeply from his heart
He ponders
you will never know, my friends
It actually happened from the start
I sweep amongst the enemy
and watch my back as we do
As an eagle I look
I truly wish, no death unto you
I cannot write to say
I have lost my limbs or eyes
As deserving of whom I am
will they be there when I rise?
My screaming heart of felt
has slipped behind the door
I do what I do,God damn it!
I just don't know anymore!
You came home to a world
of a land,
that said
they would care
We all fell silent
our pain, we would share
Then my friend they brought you home
In a box all alone
Our first fallen soldier
your duty was bound
No war ever won,
But home
safe and sound
For Ever Our Everlasting Son
"With Love "Aroha"
To all all whom have fallen....
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he looked towards the walls
Where can I lay my thoughts
where can I secretly appear
He hid within his shield
thrashed to
whom may come
I know not what
befalls me
Its your faith that keeps my son
He turns in circles
meets his enemy where they lie
He looks upon with dead set eyes
then puts forth his deadly spies
He looks and will see no one
upon the sands of heat
he played the queen of spades
Oh god will I lose my feet
I do not know this land mum
I came to make a stand
I still love all
not knowing
the ultimate plan
His silent tears he cried
so deeply from his heart
He ponders
you will never know, my friends
It actually happened from the start
I sweep amongst the enemy
and watch my back as we do
As an eagle I look
I truly wish, no death unto you
I cannot write to say
I have lost my limbs or eyes
As deserving of whom I am
will they be there when I rise?
My screaming heart of felt
has slipped behind the door
I do what I do,God damn it!
I just don't know anymore!
You came home to a world
of a land,
that said
they would care
We all fell silent
our pain, we would share
Then my friend they brought you home
In a box all alone
Our first fallen soldier
your duty was bound
No war ever won,
But home
safe and sound
For Ever Our Everlasting Son
"With Love "Aroha"
To all all whom have fallen....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
our first fallen soldier who was killed this year, and to all the sons and daughters that are not on this earth any more.. just because of War......dam it!Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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