Patriotism Poems (214)

the sitar strummed my soul
while my hands moved round and round
leaving the shadow of thoughts
on the paper

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

IT IS KINDNESS
NOT WEAKNESS,
TO LOVE;
EVEN MORE THAN,
MAY SEEM NECESSARY.

[ This City Is In Siege ]

This city is in siege
The city in the range
is as dangerous a place
as a badge on his shirt
the Sheriff is doing his duty
to wipe out bad guys from ghost town.

Mid-night calm is
as sinister as a dawn
all looking quiet
except the barks of sick dogs.

High noon on the near-by river
looks suicidal in a summer
for youngsters wanting to swim
invited by the still water river grim.

A spring evening
looks full of promise
honey-bees collect pollens
buzzing to fertilize in stems.

In the bar after office-hours
the suspense is scary
No soul in sight
only a bartender for a cigarette
to light up for a brave soul.

The dusty road
is nostalgic for me
where me and my beloved
were there with passionate love.

Dons in this fearsome city
are happy-go-lucky
as a child of innocence
giving an endearing smile.

Alas! The Sheriff looks helpless!
--The End—
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