Last Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

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
on bended knees in the sand

Royalists world over raise a glass
those against royalty take a pass

What ever your stance
have a swirl in dance

For me I say have a great day
and at the end maybe even a lay

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 done it's forgotten bout now, yes that fact that is real, milk comes from a cow, now let's not forget the scandals at bay, FBI CIA Bills romps in the hay, now google has pages of dirt on these two, the media went blind in passage to you, call it a hoax, call it con spir acy, all the things that they do infect you and me......................................


~Bentlee~

Bang, bang, You're dead
nothing asked, nothing said
Trigger pulled, it is too late
slamming of an iron gate

Innocent, guilty, no matter what
deafening sound, that final shot
Damage done, no turning back
can't undo with ipecac

No thoughts, just fire away
let us blow it all, this day
Guns, they may not kill
but in our hands, they surely will...

O Lord where art thou
I look for your guidance
As these bullets come raining down
Why are you not here
Why don’t you protect us with your holy shroud
My eardrums bleed
The ground shakes
The sound of this evil army
The destruction and death it leaves in its wake
This evil is unbiased to age or creed
The cry of the unborn as mother lays dying
A casualty of a ricochet bullet
Fired to only satisfy evils greed
I stand O lord
I watch as the once landmark building
Decay and burn to the ground
Lost into history now just pictures no sounds
All I see is my country men bleed
I see my streets run red
This evil army disrespectfully dispenses of the dead
A man stands and smiles
Salutes to a foreign flag
He stands and surveys his path
He disregards my defiance and continues his wrath
Day breaks I have ran all night
I have looked for your sign to stand and fight
On bended knee I wait
The evil forces have me in their sights
I look to you O lord
I reach out my hands
I wait for you to break my bounds
So much death I can't come back
I am defeated my lord
Please take me now don’t let them say
Don’t let them be the ones to take my last breath away
Let me leave with my countrymen
They stood tall and proud
This evil was vast and ground them down
I see you now standing beside me
I look to a sea of blood and rain
It does nothing to dispel my pain
Now I see your sign
My courage and strength I start to gain
You have brought a protective shroud
You disguised it well but I see it now
In a crater that evil gave
Intended to become a mass grave
I see it torn I see it burnt
It cuts me so deep I can't explain the hurt
As all falls into disarray
I start to believe
I decided to stay
I will fight and I will answer the call
I will re raise my country's fallen flag
I crawl over the murdered crowd
I climb over rubble and discarded shells
I climb so this evil man can see
I will raise my flag
I will start the fight that sets my country free
He watches as I raise it high
Such a glorious sight
Green White and Gold fills Irelands skyline
Now evils rage turns to me
A thousand guns but they will not take my dignity
I will pass and take my place in history's most important date
I close my eyes on long life
I laughed and cried with my friends and my wife
I watched as my country thrived
I often remember those who died
We now have a cell with an open door
A stone lays bare on hallowed ground
A grave of stone stand's tall so profound
Millions of tourists flock to see and take part in our proud history
My country men now travel far and wide
They show a tri colored flag and they wear it with pride
They are so proud and would never hide
They are free to breathe the air
They are free to know laughter, fun and despair
Ireland is a country full of talent
Poets, writer's freedom to live
100 years on we have the freedom to say

I CHOOSE TO LIVE ON BEGGAR'S MITE, THAN BE THE MAMMON ON DEVIL'S SNOUT
I CHOOSE THE TORRENTS OF SELF DEMANDS
MY UPS AND DOWNS, THAN SELL JUSTICE FOR A POT OF SOUP.
I PRAY THAT MY CONSCIENCE HARMS THE LEAST
SELF DENIAL ..MY DESSERT, THAT PEACE MAY REIGN ON PLANET EARTH.
I CHOOSE TO SWIM IN THE BELLY OF THE TIGER WALE
DOWN DOWN THE DEAD SEA DEPTH ENROUTE THE PROMISED LAND, THAN FEED THE FIRES THAT SOW DISGUST.
I BUILT MYSELF GREAT WALLS OF STRENGTH THAT NO WAR OF WORDS CAN BREAK AND
CHOOSE THE PATHS OF MYSTERY;
MY SHADOWS, A MENTAL SLAVERY;
TO MANY A LIFE OF MISERY
IN THIS, COULD CARVE A NICHE FOR HISTORY.
THAT ON THIS PLANE, MY LOT BE,
A QUINTESSENCE OF GOOD LIVING
AND IN DEATH WEAR ETHEREAL SMILES.
TO NONE, I OWE THIS MASTERY
TO SELF ... THE BEAUTIFUL

SHORT FOR VENEREAL DISEASE; ADMINISTERED BY SOME BEAUTIFUL LADIES WHO AIM TO PLEASE!I CAN SPEAK FOR ALL G.I."S WHO HAVE A FUN NIGHT AND WAKE UP WITH THE V.D. SURPRISE! WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO IN THE SERVICE;; AFTER YOUR JOB IS DONE; YOU ARE FREE TO ROAM AND RUN!WHEN YOU ARE WITHOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX FOR MORE THAN TWO DAYS; YOU WILL ENTER A REALM OF PURPLE HAZE! SO TAKE IT FROM ME, AN EX G.I.; TAKE A CONDOM WITH YOU OR GET READY FOR THAT; DEEP HEAVY BURNING FRY!

Holds You Beauty

Prisoners of souls as the wolf howls
faraway dreams in starlight thoughts
To a princess over a cold moon and back
dark clouds the morning arising sky
Opening skies heavy rain falls with echoing force
lead like bullets winds crying nature calls

Icy chilling breaths softly cutting steam clouds
fingers shivering to the bone ice melting together
touching deep together warm dream alone in one castle
Closing these eyes tears dropping salted spice
sparkling pure diamond treasure golden crowning
Fed with love flows down the cheeks speaks
in the softest hum of a whisper echoes deep

Dripping pearl split down unique spirals out
dawn to dusk one place reserved
for us held under a rainbow bridge
True is the middle of something rare beautiful
a teardrop bowing grace
Forever warm soft and deep gentle petals
always held most precious in the heart
blowing you a kiss soul to soul love

wrapped in your arrogance
your aggression beyond control
here I am at peace with my world
poking me constantly
with your insatiable quest for power
clothed with the yarn of submission
to your god, fulfilling your obligation
to wipe all that don't belong
to your bullshit religion?
5 years old, confined
in the walls of your lies
shaping their innocent minds
telling them,
I have no right to live
because, your faith is
not what I believe?
I can't take it anymore, I'm sure
if the table is turned around
and my coffers is filled like yours?
only God knows
I'm now 6 feet below the ground

DEAD AND GONE.

Powers that be never give up
Or forget how to put you down
Drowning you in their oppression
Fills the car full of clowns
When every time you speak
They try to shut you up
Because they think you’re weak
But yea you know you’re strong
So stand up and be counted
Let your voice be heard
Even if it has to be shouted
Which is really not absurd
Don’t hide away your feelings
Or ever let your spirit die
Don’t ever lower ceilings
And make it harder to breath
Just in order to survive
We’ll watch out for each other
Being nice is only a disguise
Stemming from an inferiority
Such an awkward awareness
Will not always look so beguile
Lessons learned in fairness
Never goes out of style

You stare at your reflection, on the polished walnut bar, but the sad eyes gazing back can´t tell them who you are.
So you nod towards the Barman, and flick you´re empty glass, and resigned to getting drunk, you rest your trainers on the Brass.

Nicotine stained fingers scratch the stubble on yer chin, five days growth of beard, hides the pain within,
you growl at the barman "make it a double, as the barman walks on past, as you reach into your pocket, you know that this will be your last.

"Looks like you need this" says the barman with a smile "like to talk it over, i´ll sit with you a while"
so you talk about the weather and the local football team, but you´re heart just isn´t in this no matter how polite you seem.

You start to make excuses, as you finish off your "Grouse", but the barman pours another, and says " this ones on the house"
You´re starting to get angry with all this mundane "gab", and you´re tired hands are shaking, as you light up one more tab.

The irritation passes, as you draw the smoke in deep, but the taste of the "Virginia" can´t make up for lack of sleep,
Then you realize he´s watching that you´ve drifted off again and once more the panic rises, that you might of gone insane.

These black spots seem more frequent, since the tablets run out and sometimes the merest whisper thunders through like a shout,
but the barman´s smiling friendly, and you know you need not fret, cos this guy has a knowing look, like he knows that you´re a Vet.

"I´ve seen you´re sort in here before" is his very next remark, "you army lads alway´s walk in here, as it´s becoming dark"
"you crawl into a bottle, to forget all you´re hates"," and you drown out your all the memories, of the men you once called mate´s"

"So come on lad just tell us, I´ve heard the tales before" "of the Falklands and Northern Ireland, tell me what it was you saw"
so you babble out your story, then hang your head and sigh,
"Cos you know that you´ve got problems", when the barman starts to cry.

ITWOOLLEY
Veteran Falklands, N.Ireland, Gulf war, Bosnia