July 4th poems written over the years, with a few political, poetic rants written within:
JULY 4th - 2002
A country took its stand:
Freedom for every man.
The old world watched and cried.
Because their leaders lied,
Freedom for them had died.
Terror whispers in their ears
Give Freedom something to fear.
Destroy all that they hold dear
Corrupt all they once revered.
True Freedom for men
Can only be achieved within.
Selflessly, with fewer thoughts
of what's in it for him.
Copyright, July 4, 2002
JULY 4th - 2006
A country took its stand:
Freedom for every man!
While the world loathed and cried.
Because the free men lied,
Freedom for them had died.
The hearts and minds of
war-torn refugees,
become malnutritioned
by their desperate poverty
bordering on, if not lost to, insanity.
Is it any wonder they hear
Terror whispering in their ears:
"Give the free man something to fear.
Destroy all that he holds dear.
Corrupt what he reveres."
Too corrupt to pass Terror's test,
Free man's greed and perversion being too vast,
Profit, pleasure, and power remain his quest.
The wealthy free men are selfish, brutal, and cruel.
His progress has always required the fuel
of slavery's blood, sweat, and tears
extracted and forced
from millions of men
for hundreds of years.
The useless masses are murdered,
maimed, and enslaved
as wealthy, power hungry leaders
become more and more depraved.
In recent years,
in the so-called nations of the free,
a new weapon to control the masses
has been deployed:
Fear of being blown up and
Fear of becoming unemployed.
Fear convinces even the most brilliant of men
To trade their freedom to feel secure again
As long as their leaders use an appropriate acronym.
(PATRIOT Act comes to mind)
Slowly, subtlely, and ever so covertly,
True freedom will become a memory past.
In short, fear will convince free man to give up his rights.
He will become too overwhelmend and exhausted to fight.
Survival will become the strong man's best.
Death will be preferred by the rest.
In the end, stripped of all he once held so dear
free man will learn:
What he must have, has him.
Copyright, July 4, 2006
(news of Posse Comitatus being shelved had me quite upset at the time)
http://en.wikipedia.org/...
2007, The Year July 4th Died
Nobody will listen, I'm afraid it is too late
Our liberties are over, October, 2007 is the date.
Posse Comitatus will die, unless you ALL try!
Then the military can police our streets.
Call your Senators and Representatives SOON.
Support Leahy's Bill.
The John Warner Act of October, 2006
includes language giving Bush full power
to declare Martial Law.
NorthComm is ready to take command.
Please, citizen, this is really happening.
We must all take a stand.
So, What Could Possibly Go Wrong? An Aside
*A good example being the USA PATRIOT ACT, which means:
"Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools
Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism"
Tools like:
Listening to our phone calls;
Reading our bank statements;
Photographing our peace demonstrations; and
Gathering our Internet records from our Internet Providers
So, if we have nothing to hide,
why should we object.
Being guiltless, we can be free of fear.
Hopefully, the home-bound and truly curious,
who randomly research things heard about,
like conspiracy theories, etc.,
will not be accused of being unpatriotic or treasonous.
Hopefully, internet curiosity and blatantly blogging
will not imprison or kill us someday.
July 4th 2007
A new world cried for Independence this year.
All begging for a world free of flood, fire, and fear.
I find myself constantly in tears
as I watch so many, throughout the world,
losing their loved ones and homes so dear.
It is becoming increasingly clear
Revelation is prompting us to "overcome"
As it's prophesied end seems very near.
Our Lord, Jesus Christ,
is preparing the world,
whispering for us
to overcome pride,
and tie up the loose ends
of our recompense.
Like every moment of our lives
we are being given one last chance
to choose:
Rebelliousness or Obedience.
Selfishness or Love.
(I make no excuse. I believe in Jesus Christ)
July 8, 2007, The Following Sunday
With heads bowed in silence
reverently seeking,
forgiving hearts beat in rythym
with the Creator.
Prayers ascend to Heaven,
sweet smoke by incense made,
promises of obedience
this Sabbath Day soar..
May God Always Bless America.
For in the day when too few
are worthy for His grace to descend
God will fulfill His promise
and all, in flames, will end.
A new dawn will arise
on Mother Earth,
washed clean of the
filthy souls befouling
all She provides.
July 4th, 2009
Each morning, feeling light returning
to my heart as the rising sun
dispels darkness from my world,
I am often brought to tears
as I reflect all the years
of goodness America
dispels throughout the world.
Where would the landless be today
without the selfless gifts America has
bestowed to all the suffering,
poverty-stricken people,
with a seemingly predestined
bad enough luck to be born into
the dark world of hunger,
thirst, heat, cold, and orphaned
emotional deprivation or worse,
abuse.
I can never stop wondering how we
end up in the spot we are born.
Is there a pre-existence lottery?
I will forever be greatful for the boon
of ending up on the shores of the USA.
I have been taught:
"To whom much is given,
much is required."
May we always, as a Country in His sight,
be worthy of the gift we are given
by the Heavenly luck-of-the-draw.
May God Always Bless America.
America and thoughts on being born an American:
Our America
Begs the question "Who?"
Them, me, and you...
We.
Everybody?
Who is the gate keeper?
The Grim Reaper?
It seems, as we advance,
Too much is left to chance.
I miss my America of yesteryear.
Morals were strictly adhered.
How to succeed was very clear.
Hard work and frugality were revered.
Not so today.
The invisible social ceilings and walls
were kinder back then.
The American dream was well within
the reach of each American.
Not so today.
The dream has turned into an indebted nightmare.
The average American is now caught in Profit's snare.
The New Great Depression is not far away.
Be aware and be prepared.
Copyright 2005
(Well, this poem seems to have been a bit psychic, in retrospect)
O Where, O Where Has America Gone?
What went wrong?
Greed invited Chaos to take the reins.
Power short circuited the collective brain.
Then Survival drove the masses insane.
Chaos brings out either the best or worst in man.
Victor Frankl demonstrated this so well.
Where do you stand?
Where will you land?
In heaven, or in hell?
Eternity is listening for your answer.
Perhaps complacency is the real terrorist
as it promotes selfishness,
a lack of curiosity, and
a luke warm heart as well.
Copyright June, 2007
(certainly not speaking of brave Kossacks)
Proud American
There is looming over the amber waves of grain
A dark cloud of fear, driving many insane.
Now, I am proud to be an American
And proud of the red, white, and blue.
But, I would be lying if I said
I am not afraid, too.
Please learn and vote this time.
Copyright, July 2008
My Country Tis of Thee
From the deep waters of your oceans,
to the crystal clear mountain streams
I wistfully dawned my being
always in pursuit of Truth.
From the moist soils of USA earth,
warmed by the Sun, the Moon and the Stars
I blossomed poetically,
a blessed child, then woman
nurtured in this freedom land.
Forever, throughout all time,
my thankfulness for your sublime
rhyme churns deep within my soul.
Thank you, America Forever.
Copyright, 2008
Thoughts about our soldiers, whom I both revere and sometimes fear:
Soldiers' Hearts
How far away must our poor soldiers feel?
How empty is the feeling in their heart
Knowing that the war has lost our appeal
And they are stuck and forced to be apart?
The weight of their brave hearts imparts
much love from this American daughter.
Soldier's Sunday
Sunday passed in war torn lands.
Do soldiers have time to fold their hands?
Facing death day after day
Every day is Sunday and
Every moment cause to pray.
Pray for them each night.
It is for you, each day they fight.
Daddy's Gone to War
If you have a heart, you have to shed a tear
When you consider a soldier's child's fear.
Day after day, while daddy is gone
Each child fears all that can go wrong.
If you have a heart, reach out with kindness
To our soldier's children and wives.
They live in near poverty, so we can be free.
Their husband and father is fighting for liberty.
If our leaders are telling the truth.
Don't Let My Friend's Son Die (off to Iraq, he lived and returned)
I can hardly stand the stress and strain
of feeling so many families pain.
I am an intuitive, like a radar screen,
and the Chaos level has become insane.
Sand Sleepers
They sleep beneath the dark blue Arabian sky.
Covered by fleas and sand,
while praying not to die.
While we sit, in the comfort of our homes,
clueless of how it must be,
so far away to roam.
I want them home.
SOLDIERS
Thank you for your sacrifice.
Because of you, my life is nice.
But please, put aside all vice.
Before we have World War Thrice.
All are Copyright, but please feel free to share. Maybe, after I am gone, my grand kids can make my rhyme into a book or something and be able to make some money to survive. Stranger things have happened.
And, for the real poets, my apologies for calling myself one. I know, I am just a pathetic rhymer. It's a catharsis.
So, let's work hard, again, to get out the vote in November.
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