Patriotism Poems (214)

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

... Even though you're not here we are still together, I mean..
I can feel that vibe whenever I read your letters. They're therapeutic; helping me with life one day at a time, and when I'm feeling hopeless I read them over and I enjoy every line... Smiling, I think of you and I....Do you mind me fantasizing about past times, or future moments that we've yet to share?? Just the thought of you causes sweat to wet my hair.......
....BEAUTIFUL AMERICA!!.....
...I await your presence like a child on Christmas Eve..the smell of your sand...the sound of your trees...LOVE ALWAYS is the only thought I can manage, at times when those around me have fallen,....or vanished... I'll be home soon,


LOVE ALWAYS...

A Soldier’s Quantum
Oressie Simmons

I've pledged my alliance to this destructive game but often I wonder will I ever be same?


For my country’s policies and agenda, am I expected to render or surrender?

My soul?


Because one shot means someone’s killed but by doing so will my soul ever be healed?


But this notion I honestly can’t quite comprehend, that’s why I willfully sin and do so again and again.

For my Country?


Maybe God truly understands and in turn will wash the blood and carnage from my hands.

You think?


Or is this just a delusional fantasy where forgiveness should automatically be granted to me.


Because I’m only following orders that where sent so these biblical rules should be slight bent.

On my behalf?


For this question is so complex the more I know, the more I know less not allowing me to finish this mental test.


Not knowing the answer I seek, I simply ask forgiveness for I am weak and beg him to take me to heaven when my soul eventually leak.

well hello there
can i take
your spare thoughts
in the air
of your mind
standing a picture
one beauty of
a rose blossoming

hands outstretched
kneeling holding
your soft hand
tenderly kissing fingertips
each fluttering heartbeat
swooning across skies
resisting lips
ruby red
with desire

bowing gracefully
humbling meeting
such a beautiful soul
teardrops dew
sun shining loves
jewels smiling raindrops
coloring lights rainbow

happiness tarzan
beating upon
the chest
echoing drumbeats
i will wait
for you jane
within the jungle
of honey baby
golden beautiful
in our life

Daddy you have gone,
Left mamma and me all alone.
You went across a mighty sea,
With all your company.
Daddy I do pray for you,
That you shall all come through.
In safety to come home,
We Love you Daddy we feel alone.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy you walked so sadly away,
I did cry when you could not see.
You went off to fight for liberty,
So that people they could be free.
Oh daddy I'm crying once again,
I promise to stop but only when.
You come walking through our front door,
My heart shall return forever more.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy I am so proud of you,
You're so brave to do what you do.
Fight so bravely to the stars and stripes be true,
All come back my daddy especially you.
Daddy all I ask Is that you be a soldier brave,
Please don't stay In some strange land within a grave.
Come home soon to mamma and me,
Once you give these strangers liberty.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

With the stars and stripes to lead you on,
May your hearts be staunch and strong.
Marching ever onward strong and proud,
The country behind you one heart beating loud.
Our hopes are with you every single day,
All you brave soldiers straight Into the fray.
Onward ever onward no retreat,
Sons and daughters of the eagle come back with victory or defeat

Come home soon all of you, especially you daddy.
I Love you.
Mamma sends her Love too.
Bye Daddy.

Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.

Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog,that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.

The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.




To Mr.Romantic Irish Clown : )

Adh mor ort !

Lisa ; )

Poet,
It was a great thrill
to read you today.

It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.

~

You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.

You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.

Yes

You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.


What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?

(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)

Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.

Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?

If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.

If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.

The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.

How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?

(pause)

It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.

In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.

In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.

In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.

Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.


Write soon, Poet

SAS

Bloodshed and revolution all around,
Our brothers and sisters lay on the battle ground.
Consolation that we have won,
Snatched back the "FREEDOM" that was once gone.
1947,14th night,free from shackles of slavery,
We uprooted the British crown with our bravery.
The dawn of 15th was high with expectations,
An occasion of joy and mixed emotions.

The "Golden Eagle" will again spread its wings,
Flying high ,defying challenges unforeseen.

So many decades have passed by,
The Eagle is still unable to fly.
Bound by shackles of corruption and lawlessness,
The freedom has become worse than that of British days.
Just singing our anthem and saluting the Flag,
Is this the freedom so costly had?
A holiday is what we look for this day,
Our patriotic fervor has long swept away.

Selfish interests and personal goals,
Selling our integrity has become our role.
Economic encroachment all around,
India's purse strings lay on foreign ground.

Still there seems no lurking fear,
Of losing our independence which was so dear.

Rise my fellow citizens on this day,
To salute our martyrs and remember what they say.
Protest against rapid liberalization that might one day,
Convert the independence to a dependence day.

Many will disagree to what I say,
But I hope they will contribute on their way,
To enable the deprived celebrate a happier independence day.
All of us would love our motherland,
Have a strong foothold even in the sand,
Watching others being swept away,
Standing like a rock that has come to stay .

Suggestions are not what is the need,
Actions and hard work must superseded.
So lets take an oath in this very day,
To strive hard towards country's betterment keeping vested interests at bay,
This is my sincere thought for our Independence day.