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9/11 A Tribute
9/11 A Tribute
Though many years have passed
the memories still fresh in our minds
tears still fall from our eyes
for so many souls lost.
Let’s not forget the little children
that lost their lives that fateful day
not given the chance, wasted lives
each one now in heaven.
Let’s not forget the firemen or the police
who gave their lives so unselfishly
no fear in their eyes, just a job to be done
now hero's, everyone.
Let’s not forget the innocent people
who died that day all 2.000 of them
now shining bright as new stars in the heavens
eternally there for us to remember.
Let’s not forget that day
let them always be in our thoughts
our prays, our minds
let’s not forget 9/11...No never forget...
M.J.N.
Though many years have passed
the memories still fresh in our minds
tears still fall from our eyes
for so many souls lost.
Let’s not forget the little children
that lost their lives that fateful day
not given the chance, wasted lives
each one now in heaven.
Let’s not forget the firemen or the police
who gave their lives so unselfishly
no fear in their eyes, just a job to be done
now hero's, everyone.
Let’s not forget the innocent people
who died that day all 2.000 of them
now shining bright as new stars in the heavens
eternally there for us to remember.
Let’s not forget that day
let them always be in our thoughts
our prays, our minds
let’s not forget 9/11...No never forget...
M.J.N.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
This was written as a tribute to the American people in their darkest hour...
The Patriot
At the close of the day, an old cowboy sits
Kind of quiet on the old porch swing;
Now and then he'll softly whistle a song
Or perhaps he'll sing a tune.
Then he'll change his mind and waggle his head
And close his eyes in thought;
He'll think of WWII, the war over there,
And of the lessons that it taught.
When his gaze wanders over to the nearby hills
He recalls how they look when it snows;
He studies the flag that he raised this morning,
How it moves when the west wind blows.
If you look real close, you'll see a tear
Gives a hint of some inner strife;
His mind's eye seeing the faces of friends
Who long ago left this life.
The flag waves gently in the sunset sky
And the old man raises his chin;
In his mind he's hearing the sound of drums,
And he waits for the tune to begin.
When it does, his step is strong and brisk
As he marches out to the flag;
He stops and stands there watching it wave,
Wipes his eyes with a pocket rag.
He continues his march to the old corral
Where his Quarter Horse comes over to talk;
He saddles him up and climbs on top,
And heads him out for a walk.
On a hill he wonders if the whole blamed thing
Was worth all the friends he lost;
Heading home, he knows down deep in his heart,
He too, would have paid the cost.
Yes, he shared the peril but he returned
To his home in the sand and sage;
Then back at his flag, he thanks all his pards,
For letting him reach old age.
Kind of quiet on the old porch swing;
Now and then he'll softly whistle a song
Or perhaps he'll sing a tune.
Then he'll change his mind and waggle his head
And close his eyes in thought;
He'll think of WWII, the war over there,
And of the lessons that it taught.
When his gaze wanders over to the nearby hills
He recalls how they look when it snows;
He studies the flag that he raised this morning,
How it moves when the west wind blows.
If you look real close, you'll see a tear
Gives a hint of some inner strife;
His mind's eye seeing the faces of friends
Who long ago left this life.
The flag waves gently in the sunset sky
And the old man raises his chin;
In his mind he's hearing the sound of drums,
And he waits for the tune to begin.
When it does, his step is strong and brisk
As he marches out to the flag;
He stops and stands there watching it wave,
Wipes his eyes with a pocket rag.
He continues his march to the old corral
Where his Quarter Horse comes over to talk;
He saddles him up and climbs on top,
And heads him out for a walk.
On a hill he wonders if the whole blamed thing
Was worth all the friends he lost;
Heading home, he knows down deep in his heart,
He too, would have paid the cost.
Yes, he shared the peril but he returned
To his home in the sand and sage;
Then back at his flag, he thanks all his pards,
For letting him reach old age.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
A tribute to my grandfather and to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we may life free.
Happy Birthday USA
So you really think I am weak
Got me outflanked and outnumbered
Surrounded by your exuburance
"Watch out", I say to your kind
For maybe the calvery isn't coming
But you know I won't be afraid
Just look into these country blue eyes
And know they don't make many of us
We're far from cowards, and you will see
We won't run away from our fights
I'm ready..are you?, for at the end of day
You will see my flag still lofted high
Those stars and stripes still flying
And waving over many fields of glory
To our Lord, our Country, our Breathern
***Happy Birthday -- USA!***
Got me outflanked and outnumbered
Surrounded by your exuburance
"Watch out", I say to your kind
For maybe the calvery isn't coming
But you know I won't be afraid
Just look into these country blue eyes
And know they don't make many of us
We're far from cowards, and you will see
We won't run away from our fights
I'm ready..are you?, for at the end of day
You will see my flag still lofted high
Those stars and stripes still flying
And waving over many fields of glory
To our Lord, our Country, our Breathern
***Happy Birthday -- USA!***
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Born out of a battle of defiance...."freedom" arose to establish a country such the world has never seen before or since....a country that brings a great sense of purpose and fierceness to all those who love her and defend her....America...characterized here with such gut feeling....and affection.
DIE....Your Dealth is near......EVADE
The friends we did make
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
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Posted: Apr 2012
Post CommentShine On Jamaica
Jamaica a country ever so small
Standing gloriously so big and tall
The world you irritate
By your accomplishments and achievements so great
Your sons and daughters set the pace
Which others imitate
What your children originate
Others recreate and fake
Those that brag and boast that they lead
Are dazzled by your speed
Desiring to get for themselves the honor and glory
They suppress and hide your story
Yes some of your children are really bad
That is just the few
So the foreign media go into every nook and cranny to pry
So that about you they may spread lies
Wanting that it never come to light
That in which they take so much delight
Belong to your children by right
With envy they would have you in shame
Spreading bad things about your name
There are those that seek fortune and gain
By Pirating brand Jamaica ‘s fame
Jamaica your children’s achievement is not limited to your land
On the international stage they are grand
In spite of efforts to suppress
The world acknowledge your children’s success
The prowess of one is the prowess of all
Out of many, one people
Standing gloriously so big and tall
The world you irritate
By your accomplishments and achievements so great
Your sons and daughters set the pace
Which others imitate
What your children originate
Others recreate and fake
Those that brag and boast that they lead
Are dazzled by your speed
Desiring to get for themselves the honor and glory
They suppress and hide your story
Yes some of your children are really bad
That is just the few
So the foreign media go into every nook and cranny to pry
So that about you they may spread lies
Wanting that it never come to light
That in which they take so much delight
Belong to your children by right
With envy they would have you in shame
Spreading bad things about your name
There are those that seek fortune and gain
By Pirating brand Jamaica ‘s fame
Jamaica your children’s achievement is not limited to your land
On the international stage they are grand
In spite of efforts to suppress
The world acknowledge your children’s success
The prowess of one is the prowess of all
Out of many, one people
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this to fulfil a promiseIn Memory of the Nurses in Wartime
They attended the same school in Brooklyn,
always kept to themselves as a rule.
Like three peas in a pod,they all seemed alike,
didn't go with the flow,just to seem cool.
Most nights you could find them together,
on the roof of their tenement house.
All dressed the same in their navy blue slacks
with a bright crimson ribbon pinned to their blouse.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour,
they enlisted and entered the fray.
Caring for soldiers ,attending their wounds,
surrounded by horrible scenes ev'ry day.
It wasn't just men who gave up their lives
for the freedoms that we now enjoy.
Those three girls and more,died on tropical shores,
here's remem'bring the young girls,who took care of the boys.
always kept to themselves as a rule.
Like three peas in a pod,they all seemed alike,
didn't go with the flow,just to seem cool.
Most nights you could find them together,
on the roof of their tenement house.
All dressed the same in their navy blue slacks
with a bright crimson ribbon pinned to their blouse.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbour,
they enlisted and entered the fray.
Caring for soldiers ,attending their wounds,
surrounded by horrible scenes ev'ry day.
It wasn't just men who gave up their lives
for the freedoms that we now enjoy.
Those three girls and more,died on tropical shores,
here's remem'bring the young girls,who took care of the boys.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Throuhout history it is always the young men in wars that are remembered for their bravery.There were others just as valiant that deserve praise as well.My First Battle.....
A soldier lies dead, under his shield,
there was a great battle, more lay in the field.
In the distance, I can hear the sound,
of the struggle that is near,
and as I walk over this bloody ground,
My mind is full of fear.
I'm still young, and I've never seen,
what others have lived and done,
this field of Red, that once was green,
I fear that I will run.
But I still walked up to my fate,
and over that last hill.
Now I fear it is to late,
today I may be killed.
The soldiers turned to see my face,
My eyes so full of fright.
I yelled at them, Where's my place,
and secretly wished for night.
I was handed my sword, and my shield,
and placed along the line.
My thoughts began to think to run,
when a Man said I'll be fine.
he said we are here to have some fun, but his eyes looked just like mine.
forward we charged, into the fray,
and we covered lots of ground,
and if I make it through this day,
at home is where I'll be found
For this morning, I knew the score,
but again, I'll never be vain.
for anyone who fights in Wars,
are People not using their brains.........
there was a great battle, more lay in the field.
In the distance, I can hear the sound,
of the struggle that is near,
and as I walk over this bloody ground,
My mind is full of fear.
I'm still young, and I've never seen,
what others have lived and done,
this field of Red, that once was green,
I fear that I will run.
But I still walked up to my fate,
and over that last hill.
Now I fear it is to late,
today I may be killed.
The soldiers turned to see my face,
My eyes so full of fright.
I yelled at them, Where's my place,
and secretly wished for night.
I was handed my sword, and my shield,
and placed along the line.
My thoughts began to think to run,
when a Man said I'll be fine.
he said we are here to have some fun, but his eyes looked just like mine.
forward we charged, into the fray,
and we covered lots of ground,
and if I make it through this day,
at home is where I'll be found
For this morning, I knew the score,
but again, I'll never be vain.
for anyone who fights in Wars,
are People not using their brains.........
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
War in the 1200's was brutal, and hand to hand..I was just thinking what I would feel like, walking to a battle back then..Military
Nothing to do but keep
my job and that meant
keeping skinny yet it was
not in the cards for me.
No utilities at all
did i pay military
kept me that way.
Working 12, 24 & 48
hours at a time
always kept late.
Working days through
for the family.
Time would go past
in order to get
that cash.
Now all done i realize
in the military we
were one.
A team united for safety
and life.
We could come home each
day without strife.
my job and that meant
keeping skinny yet it was
not in the cards for me.
No utilities at all
did i pay military
kept me that way.
Working 12, 24 & 48
hours at a time
always kept late.
Working days through
for the family.
Time would go past
in order to get
that cash.
Now all done i realize
in the military we
were one.
A team united for safety
and life.
We could come home each
day without strife.
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Posted: Nov 2012
Post Comment
Oh Mr. President. (to mcradloff)
This is no birthday song or well mannered greeting,
These are words from the mouth of the hand that has been feeding,
From the one you've been starving due to your greed seeds seeding,
I see your stupidity & arrogance, I see a nation grieving,
If they are not now, they'll cry to/for me later,
A simple man who thrives for the same as any other,
Freedom, happiness, respect, equality, choice, a voice, I'm covered.
Mr. obama those gigantic ears don't mean much when there is no brain between them.
I oppose you entirely.
My mother has more business experience than you do monkey boy,
Our 22nd amendment will stay!
Your on your last term so good luck disassembling the great U.S.A.
Your presidential directive 51 will give way,
I will do all I can with all my might to expose the real you,
To help this country see, if the Egyptians can take back their land from democracy,
So can we.
You will fall!
Trust, this has nothing to do with race.
It has everything to do with you working so hard to destroy what my forefathers worked so damn hard to have stay.
It has everything to do with your lies!
We've never had a president who blames so much on so many others than himself!
Lol & this man leads our country?
He knows how to fix the economy!? Lol shoot me now.
Kidding, I live to fight, for my children, the way my fathers father did for his.
The way my father fought for mine!
Now Mr. President, keep in mind,
I've said what I've said & I've said it oh so kind,
This is rated G.
If you want the R version,
Come see me!
The leader of the free new country!
We the people are sick of being walked on!
We the people will no longer fear the government which intimidates the weak,
The government will fear the people as they should,
Government needs to shrink.
We the people must get of the couch, turn off fox news, forget American idol & look to real situations that honestly affect in infect our lives!
Chem-trails! Research that!
if that doesn't p!ss you off then sit on your couch with your Cheetos and die.
I'm sick of that ish infecting my life!
Mr. president.
Austin J.Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-18-'13.
These are words from the mouth of the hand that has been feeding,
From the one you've been starving due to your greed seeds seeding,
I see your stupidity & arrogance, I see a nation grieving,
If they are not now, they'll cry to/for me later,
A simple man who thrives for the same as any other,
Freedom, happiness, respect, equality, choice, a voice, I'm covered.
Mr. obama those gigantic ears don't mean much when there is no brain between them.
I oppose you entirely.
My mother has more business experience than you do monkey boy,
Our 22nd amendment will stay!
Your on your last term so good luck disassembling the great U.S.A.
Your presidential directive 51 will give way,
I will do all I can with all my might to expose the real you,
To help this country see, if the Egyptians can take back their land from democracy,
So can we.
You will fall!
Trust, this has nothing to do with race.
It has everything to do with you working so hard to destroy what my forefathers worked so damn hard to have stay.
It has everything to do with your lies!
We've never had a president who blames so much on so many others than himself!
Lol & this man leads our country?
He knows how to fix the economy!? Lol shoot me now.
Kidding, I live to fight, for my children, the way my fathers father did for his.
The way my father fought for mine!
Now Mr. President, keep in mind,
I've said what I've said & I've said it oh so kind,
This is rated G.
If you want the R version,
Come see me!
The leader of the free new country!
We the people are sick of being walked on!
We the people will no longer fear the government which intimidates the weak,
The government will fear the people as they should,
Government needs to shrink.
We the people must get of the couch, turn off fox news, forget American idol & look to real situations that honestly affect in infect our lives!
Chem-trails! Research that!
if that doesn't p!ss you off then sit on your couch with your Cheetos and die.
I'm sick of that ish infecting my life!
Mr. president.
Austin J.Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-18-'13.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Presidents day write.Die! Or Die Resisting!
Two new thorns pierce thy brow, one way guardian exit my life now!
Robe of sorrowful guilt around me, by thorns with which they crowned me!
With awful love which found no room, doomed to death must bring to doom!
Now lye your head down to the stone, power crushes pride, your overthrown!...
(.crs.) You will fall to dust beside me,
Refuse myself in the presence of deity,
Release your lust as it gets heavy,
These wounded hands build much more slowly...
This desolate life with violent ways, has pushed my mind to a diabolical place,
There's no preparation that can help me embrace, the thoughts & the feelings when I saw the devil's face,
Right when I thought that I found my calling, I was depraved in crimson depths, ever falling...
...endure lost lovers, once the end never again, imagine the fiery wonders...
...DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING!...
(.crs.)
Be ashamed if you run from your obligation to fight, imaginary line divides trash from value tonight,
Set a trap in back to snap & wait, set fire to the doors & break the front gates,
Burn the bridge & kill any who dare to cross, carry the bodies of the dead & search for the lost,
Leave them burning in their walls they built, feel no mercy, feel no guilt!...
These broken hands will always stay true to their oaths,
With our riches & our values close, we will make a toast,
Children, weapons, golds, gods & lives at most...
At the tip of a sword you'll fall to ruin, you can never kill me, you can never take my numen,
My deity appears in her heavenly illumine, as she comes to me she Free's in me a deep serotonin,
I'm cutting out the bull sh!t & kickin' out the ladder, pierce thy heart with a golden swivel dagger,
A blade which has only known the blood of royalty, slow entry through the meat & chest cavity,
Release a breath as the cold, gold & chrome enters, the people must fight for each other so to their enemy the attention centers,
Allow this hypocritical savior to exit, rows of men marching to their battle drums,
the beat of death set!...
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
Die! Or Die Resisting.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-2-'12
Robe of sorrowful guilt around me, by thorns with which they crowned me!
With awful love which found no room, doomed to death must bring to doom!
Now lye your head down to the stone, power crushes pride, your overthrown!...
(.crs.) You will fall to dust beside me,
Refuse myself in the presence of deity,
Release your lust as it gets heavy,
These wounded hands build much more slowly...
This desolate life with violent ways, has pushed my mind to a diabolical place,
There's no preparation that can help me embrace, the thoughts & the feelings when I saw the devil's face,
Right when I thought that I found my calling, I was depraved in crimson depths, ever falling...
...endure lost lovers, once the end never again, imagine the fiery wonders...
...DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING!...
(.crs.)
Be ashamed if you run from your obligation to fight, imaginary line divides trash from value tonight,
Set a trap in back to snap & wait, set fire to the doors & break the front gates,
Burn the bridge & kill any who dare to cross, carry the bodies of the dead & search for the lost,
Leave them burning in their walls they built, feel no mercy, feel no guilt!...
These broken hands will always stay true to their oaths,
With our riches & our values close, we will make a toast,
Children, weapons, golds, gods & lives at most...
At the tip of a sword you'll fall to ruin, you can never kill me, you can never take my numen,
My deity appears in her heavenly illumine, as she comes to me she Free's in me a deep serotonin,
I'm cutting out the bull sh!t & kickin' out the ladder, pierce thy heart with a golden swivel dagger,
A blade which has only known the blood of royalty, slow entry through the meat & chest cavity,
Release a breath as the cold, gold & chrome enters, the people must fight for each other so to their enemy the attention centers,
Allow this hypocritical savior to exit, rows of men marching to their battle drums,
the beat of death set!...
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
Die! Or Die Resisting.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-2-'12
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Our army will soon cover the valleys & scatter the mountain tops,let the stomping of the people & the hoofs from the herds of horses rumble out the last true sounds of freedom as the warriors scream & cry out CHARGE! To fight valiantly to the death with honor, dignity, passion & with NO FEAR in our hearts, FOR TONIGHT WE FIGHT FOR FATHER TIME & MOTHER NATURE TO ENSURE FATHERS LONG TICKING CLOCK DON'T STOP & MOTHERS COLORS, TREES & RIVERS ALWAYS NOURISH ON OUR WATCH!!!
NO! NUCLEAR! BOMBS!
Nothing will be left. No one will win anything.
We would prove to fail our children...our fathers...
Will we join the few worlds to explore space?
Or will the new world order prove to destroy & erase our existence?
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