Most Liked Patriotism Poems (214)

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Naweh Orstraylya the plaice where
Yah wosh yer faice in a bison
The tryenes pool up at the rylewhy styeshun
And the people are berried eight foot deep

Gud guys deep down
And on a dyte
Thy corl ya myte.

Now as to cricket
It's not the ticket
When bat and ball
to Defend the wicket
Some underhand
Resorted to
A win maintained
for all to view

A talking point
For many years
Cricket's not our game
To allay your fears

In case you think
Well come and claim
That we are superb
At what's your game !!

I noticed that until we lost
Our League team, supported
and briefly claimed, By the host
As the Seedknee Wurriers

How about a prawn for tea
Out of the chill of the Esky
put it on the Barbie
and wash it down with XXXX

Go the All-Blacks

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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip

America! the lion of the world,you roar and the Nations quiver in fear. Many faced thee in pride but as the grass they were made low. Like bewildered children,like frightened babes, to thee Nations cried and your sword you withheld not from the necks of their enemies until you dispelled their apparitions. In style your chariots in the air were swifter than the eagle with salvation in their wings to save those that were not your brothers! Therefore all the years long thy name was on every lip for to mankind thou was "helper of the oppressed". Restlessly you fought the evil man for you said,the world must be better. America! Remember you it were who preached "DEMOCRACY" and many, who as slaves served their government, were transformed by the knowledge you gave into statemen served by their government. They were freed from the sheepfold of vagabond leaders to whom they were only but sheep meant to be fleeced,butchered nd sold all for greed. America! the deliverer,the big brother in whom men boast. Why! Do you turn thy sword of war against thy people,the descendants and offsprings of your father who trust in your protection.why do you give their lands and wealth to a strange people? America! Why do you trust in the alliance of demons,under the secrecy of hell. Do you not know that they cannot be trusted. People of America,ahead lies no prosperity but death and slavery. People of the earth woe awaits us for if their swords ar turnd against their brother what shall be turnd at us. Alas! The deliverer is become the foe. The youth are blinded with the pages of pornography they are made busy with pleasure while they unleash the plague. America! Thou has murdered trust and the spirit of brotherhood. The spirit of all thy founding fathers and the blood of thy children and the pain of bethrayal shall be our missles of reciprocation against thee in thy underground fortresses your place of refuge. Goodbye America! Today brotherhood gave up the ghost. Today brotherhood died!!

HERE COMES SANTA IN HIS SLAY
ALL HIS PRRESENTS HE HAS TO GIVE AWAY
BIG TOYS LITTLE TOYS ALL TO GIVE AWAY
UP UP IN THE SKY, HIS SLAY AND RAINDEERS GLIDE

OVER LAND FAR ,FAR AWAY TO GIVE HIS LOVELY TOYS AWAY
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE MOON LITE NIGHT
SANTA IS SEEN FLYING ABOUT CART WHEELS IN THE SKY HE DOES
BUT NO PRESENTS FLY OUT, ALL IN HIS SLAY THEY ARE TIED SO NONE FLY AWAY INTO THE NIGHT
DOWN CHIMMIES HE GLIDES LIKE A BIG KID ON A SLIDE

INTO LIVING ROOMS HE GLIDES SNEAKING A BRANDY OR TWO FROM THOSE WHO LIVE INSIDE AND THOSE SPECIAL MINCE PIES BAKED JUST FOR HIM BECAUSE HES NOT THAT THIN
WITH A HARTY BURP AND A SMILE AND MINCE PIE IN HAND HE SIPS HIS BRANDY AND SMILES LEAVING CRUMS OF MINCEMEAT PIE ON HIS CHIN
HAPPY IS HE WITH A HOE, HOE NOTHING BOTHERS HIM

OUT THE FRONT DOOR HE GOES TO OLD NOW HIS HE TO CLIMB THE CHIMNEY
HE SHOUTS TO HIS RAINDEERS AND CLIMBS ABOARD HIS TRUSTY SLAY ONWARD HE GOES TO GIVE HIS PRESENTS AWAY

Here they come down the street
The men and women marching along
Family cheering, crouds roaring and the men and women in uniform waving
As the march along with the flag
We solute the marching and honor the fallen
As we are safe and free

To Fight And Die

They serve to fight and die,
Yet does anyone even ask why,
For they are heroes hidden away,
That keep us safe every day.

They take the battle far away,
Where evil has long held sway,
To show that right is the way,
Correcting those once led astray.

In ages past knights prevailed,
As valour sought what was entailed,
Thus started a fire that still burns
Within darkness where freedom yearns.

Oh Paddy's Day the craic, the ceol,
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.

Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.

Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.

Jamaica my home sweet home
How I long to tire from walking up a hill
Or slip while treading down a rocky trail
Waking in the morning and opening my windows
to the sunshine and the breeze
Oh such a pity the breeze cannot be bottled and stored
Have you ever awoke in April, May or June?
To the air resounding with the call of the nightingales

When I was small the roosters were a bother
Their crowing indicating daylight was near
Now how I would pay just hear a rooster crow
How I miss the sound of children's laughter at play
Their freedom, joy and abandonment
They are loved there's nothing for them to fear
Woe be to the man or woman that seek to harm one
Everyone are their guardians and protectectors

Jamaica cherish what you have and remain free
Where you can do and say as you please
There's no one stopping you from being who you want to be
Or throwing pebbles in the sea if that's what you choose
The soil is fertile and there's sunshine and rain
An abundance of food in mountain or Plain
Where else is found fuits in every season
And all year some crop in the ground

Jamaica how can I forget you
Waking at 3:00 am with the moon so bright
Taking a book and reading by it's light
How I miss walking with the dew on the grass
Smelling the flower blossoms in the morning air
Enjoying that special breeze that blowsat the end of the year
Let me not forget fresh fruit from the trees
Or food dug fresh from the ground and straight to the pot

We are Jamaicans and proud to be
In our hearts we were born to be free
Try as you will with all your might
We will stand and fight for our rights

We are Jamaicans this is our land
Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands
Building on that foundation they laid
We will continue to walk the path they tread

We are Jamaicans and we will fight
To end wrong and usher in the right
All must be equal before the law
And the same law must apply for one and all

We are Jamaicans let the world continue to guess
The secret of our prowess in any contest
Bettering the best and fitter than the fittest
We are Jamaicans mean we are the greatest

We are Jamaicans and Jamaicans we are
Matters not that we travel near and far
We will always return to the land of the sea, the sun and the sand
Jamaica - will always be our homeland

I fought for your
FREEDOM
this day i now see
for it did not
matter to thee.
For all that you
have i put my life
on the line day after
day only to find
JUDGEMENT
RIDICULE
From thee
My unit
Is gone
For we were the defense
LINE.
God spoke and put me out
of arms way only to find
out later my unit, comrades
were all gone to heaven today.