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CONSERVATIVE POET TOM ZART’S 50

AMERICA AT WAR POEMS

The White House Washington

 

March 16, 2007

 

Ms. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor Michigan

 

Dear Lillian:

 

Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

 

Best Wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush

 

UNYIELDING HONOR

 

Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression

Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.

All we love can be destroyed and transformed

By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

 

When something wicked stares us in the face

To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.

God gives us courage to defend what’s right

No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

 

Evil seeks to destroy the good in man

And silence the memory of God’s law.

It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding

Defending the liberty and justice of all.

 

Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way

Are the armor of what the free world depends on.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

All that we stand for is gone. GOD LOVES HIS SOLDIERS

Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right

Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.

Some of us are willing regardless of loss

To commit our soul to save the cross.

 

Evil prospers on greed and human hate

Always eager to destroy and defecate.

God’s grace descends on the souls of man

Cleansing the impure wherever He can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has had its troubles from birth.

God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise

Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise.

 

The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday

Just how numerous, only He could say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

 

NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA America, the abundant, the place I was born I’ll cherish till the day I die. Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground Who loved her the same as I. Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky With prairies where the green grasses grow. There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest With creatures that flourish below. That blue gold called water with which we are blessed As raindrops or crystallized snow; Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes While the winds of our seasons blow. There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel With the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel. Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall Structures of concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a present from France Describes how, inside, we feel. That flag on the moon with red and white stripes Proves America’s dreams come true. A country of heroes who line up to protect The past, the present and the few. We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door. Safeguarding our borders and system of life As our forefathers sacrificed before. Never be afraid to be proud of America And march with the brave, faithful and just.

Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies

Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

 

INTO THE TEETH of THE DOG

 

All through history man was born to struggle

Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.

Since his conception he has remained the same

Choosing to serve evil or good as before.

 

Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog

In hot spots all over our earth.

They leave their families and all they love

To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.

 

The foes they face are the mad dogs of man

With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.

They sing and dance to the death of others

Teaching principles of hate till the grave.

 

Support our troops who battle the horde

While we live the good life back home.

When you see a soldier show them your smile

Say “hello we love you and your not alone. ”

 

THE MAD DOGS OF MAN

 

Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man

There is corruption, plunder and hate.

In every city, town, or village

Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

All are born as an innocent child

Till mislead by others along the way.

God has always loved his children

Though it breaks His heart when they stray.

 

The mad dogs of man never repent

For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.

Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life

Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.

 

God gives the will to sin no more

And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.

The mad dogs of man must be stopped

Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.

 

Samson, Solomon, and David

Were chosen by God to stand tall.

They faced great odds and the fear of death

Refusing to ignore their call.

The time has come for the good men of earth

To band together to restrain the horde.

Standing firm against tyranny where it exists

Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.

 

WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST Wars are waged by older men In battle rooms in countries apart. Who call for greater firepower And troops for the combat chart. While out among the shattered flesh The dreams of all have turned gray. So young and determined their faces were Till on the battlefield they lay. Unable to overcome their pride The politicians cast their vote. For this or that or something else As the rage of war sounds its note. Wherever wars are won or lost The soldiers fall like toys. Down through history it remains the same Most who die are hardly more than boys. Like monkeys in a revolving cage Man squabbles for the peanuts of power. When will we rise above our greed And become as a beautiful flower? Death to death, dust to dust The wrath of war is a horrible crime. It’s the beast within that still prevails As it has through the torments of time. WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN As war is fought it takes charge And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token Of the rage that must run it’s course Before words of peace are spoken. War I hate, though not men, flags nor race But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave, which die Then we’re not fit to greet those who cry. What distinguishes war isn’t death But that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice With his enemy’s murderous hand. War tends to punish the punishers So the losers won’t suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence Till the survivors come marching home. Sometimes it’s hard to defend what’s right Sometimes we’re forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die Sometimes never knowing the reason why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game Without a shortage of those to blame. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene To help stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil’s breath. There must be a reason man destroys man But why it is so, I can’t understand. SEPTEMBER 11th

 

After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack America now mourns to her very core. Though soon her enemies shall all but flee From the sound of America waging full war. Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all That the devil has decided to give us a call. We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out And if we die; that’s what freedom is about. We shall seek them out wherever they may hide Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave. They will be eradicated from the face of the earth By the righteous, the loyal and the brave. SATAN’S HORDE SHALL BE REMOVEDOverrun with war and uncontrolled leaders Our world becomes more dangerous each day. Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media Survive by their falsehoods at play. Bible believers preach, that the end is near Our world as a whole is beyond reform. God will eradicate all which is wicked By His fire of eruption and storm. To evil’s victory, I will never concede May its supporters anguish in hell. By the grace of God and the power of faith The goodness of man will prevail. What we accomplish is heaven’s measure As patriots respond to the threats of man. Protect and defend what we love till death As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand. SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III Our sons and daughters serve in harms way To defend our way of life. Some are students, some grandparents Many a husband or wife. They face great odds without complaint Gambling life and limb for little pay. So far away from all they love Fight our soldiers for whom we pray. The plotters and planners of America’s doom Pledge to murder and maim all they can. From early childhood they are taught To kill is to become a man. They exploit their young as weapons of choice Teaching in heaven, virgins will await. Destroying lives along with their own To learn of their falsehoods too late. The fearful cry we must submit And find a way to soothe them. Where defenders worry if we stand down The future for America is grim. Now’s not the time to fight one another Or kiss our enemy’s cheek. All through history it remains the same The strong enslave the weak. May God continue to bless America Refusing evil, the upper hand. It’s up to us to stay resolute Defending the liberty of Man. SO DEAR TO MY HEART So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone. Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction For family, comrades, and myself I pray To my love with this poem I wish to convey. I knew I loved you though never how much Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch. Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death With the taste of fear on every breath. Who shall prevail, who shall die As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky. Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well. I count each day till it’s time to come home And be with my love and never alone. Love You Your Marine FREEDOM

 

In their new uniforms The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They’re so easy to lose But so hard to forget Such a burden for a parent to bear. Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields Make it easy to tally the cost. America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more! OUR FLAG Our flag is fabric wove of thread Carried by heroes live and dead. She stands for justice and courage too With her colors; red, white and blue. For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers For any who die, there’ll be tears. For all who love her, life is swell For those who harm her, war is hell. How many moms have cried before As they sent their children to war. How many dads have not returned Because our freedom must be earned. Wars were waged where brave men died As patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of earth Because of those who prove her worth. LOVE OF COUNTRY I dedicate this poem from inside my tent As the desert winds keep it’s silhouette bent. My love of country is at full boil now I’d like to describe it but it’s hard to know how. Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath. I don’t care if it’s another God they serve For their crime’s retribution is what they deserve. Their horde survives by a different set of rules, Though soon they’ll learn the fate of murderous fools. Proudly I serve my homeland and president Who I’ve sworn to defend one hundred percent. While haunted by visions of what I must do I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue. VETERAN’S DAY The cost of freedom is sometimes high Extremely more when our loved one’s die. Men and women pledged to fight and serve And it’s our support that they deserve. Mankind itself is the one to blame That all through history, the story’s the same. Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire Subject always to enemy fire. Some how the righteous tend to prevail Over the miss-guided, prone to fail. No wonder we fear the tongues that lie As mankind squabbles beneath God’s sky. The danger our solders face is real So lets let them know just how we feel. Put forth your flag and show them your heart As those we love from us depart. THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD Determined though scared, I walk my beat On the deadly streets of Baghdad. Searching for any who plot our harm Or by our death are joyous and glad. Standing in shadows caused by the moon I’m reminded of my nights back home. I wonder if the woman I love Is growing tired of sleeping alone? I feel remorse for all who live here For this place is a madman’s hell. And those who wish to keep it that way Must be killed or locked away in jail. My greatest fear is not my death But that I’ll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, Depending on others for my care. My wife, she prays for my safe return As night and day more GI’s are killed. She knows quite well, whatever it takes The oath I’ve given will be fulfilled. SADDAM The king of Baghdad has fallen Never to dictate again. Man shall sentence him for this crimes And heaven shun him for his sin. For his tyranny, he was famous In every capital on earth. Till apprehended in his spider hole Completely stripped of his worth. He is guilty of rape and genocide While he ruled without remorse. His power and prestige were toppled Once George Bush set his course. Though it may seem that the wicked triumph And have conquered by their brutality of hand, Through the power of faith they are defeated By the seed of goodness in man. FORMIDABLE FOE America is the birthday cake of earth As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection. Since the first day George Washington marched off to war There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed Was defeated by our brave and the wise. Once again, we must face a formidable foe Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call. Some say we should try to appease them For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more. But the David’s among us shall cast our stones Defeating them, as it was done before. SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME Should tomorrow start without me Remember I love you. Looking down from up above Seeing everything you do. If I become a casualty I pray you will love again Whom ever makes you happy I’ll consider my friend. Should tomorrow start without me Remind our boys, God loves all who care. And when life seems too harsh and cruel With “Him” they must share their prayer. I have proven I’m not a coward Who breaks and runs to survive. Always fearing death will kiss me As the streets of Baghdad I drive. Should tomorrow start without me Be proud I choose to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve. I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I can’t help but want to hold you And whisper what I say. AMERICAN SOLDIER Our soldiers line up to be remembered As the best of the best at their job. They wish to be needed and depended on To save all we love from the mob. They risk their life and limb for liberty Standing firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something greater than themselves They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take. THANK HEAVEN FOR HEROES Thank heaven for the heroes of life Who lead us to overcome those who are not. The wise are grateful for all God’s blessings Where fools never realize what they’ve got. America is the grain train of earth Whose people exercise rule by their vote. All have a chance to partake and prosper As they arrive by foot, plane or boat. Our freedom relies on the law of the land Our future depends on our grit. Our past has known both good and bad And our mistakes we are willing to admit. The grim of heart hate America And choose to put her wonders to shame The devotion of most who love and live here Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame. THE LONELINESS OF WAR I know I’m still here so far, far away As I fight for what I believe is right. I wonder about you and your mom Every moment of every day and night. The loneliness of war can drive you insane If you don’t get letters of concern from home. Left, right, behind and ahead, Death awaits leaving love ones alone. We pray to God that we will be saved To return home or live the here after. Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday As we yearn for those times of laughter. The far off stare of a fallen comrade As you stay by his side till his end. No mother ever carried her infant child More carefully, than we do a friend. Many have their own personal diaries To help keep their faculties together. Watching hot steel crash into human flesh Always makes home seem far away and better. I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving So try not to worry too much about me. Just help your mom and stand up from the ground And while I’m gone be all you can be. SACRIFICE,TRANSFORMATION,AND UNRESTRICTED WARFARE The Japanese hadn’t lost a war since 1598 Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition (twice as many as an American infantryman) With five days rations and fearless determination. The men in the badly wrapped brown uniforms Since their early childhood had been taught That to die for the emperor and one’s country Was the greatest of all glories to be sought. Moreover, the hardware backing them was awesome As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand yards and more. Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score. Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare Was America able to overcome and prevail. Again America must stand firm to survive As we face a new monster from Hell. VIETNAM SOLDIER IN THE RAIN I’m just a soldier who stands in the rain My memories of home are what keep me sane. Back home is a land of milk and honey Ruled by lust and love of money. But, what can I say, when I serve her true For I volunteered to see this war through. Now, that I’m here, it’s hard to believe We’re just the victims of those who deceive. As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm. It’s thousands of miles to the steps of my church With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search. Off in the distance I see an arc light Bombs being dropped on children at night. I’ve seen that evil they call the yellow rain And how life withers when it’s sprayed by a plane. All of my buddies have been taken away No more touch football will they ever play. Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home Are some of the bravest, I’ve ever known. War is a hell, devised by man There’s death in the sea, the sky and the land. Lord, I can’t help but wish I were home Back with my love, whom I hope is alone? DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day I’m so glad you love my mother And take time for us each day. The last time we played baseball You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish That I might be just half the man. I love my father of this earth And I love my father of heaven. It’s a lot for me to love, you know For I’m only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad I can’t help but boast and brag. BULLETS AND BARBWIRE We awoke to the crack of rifle fire With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by. The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags Which saved lots of us who wished not to die. The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground As the VC charged our fortified hill. We killed so many the stench made us sick While we fought to live and not for a thrill. Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll As red and green tracers lit up the sky. Before long I was the last GI left When napalm caused my enemy to fry. Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire The enemy retreated to the caves and trees. Then I cried, “thank you ” to heaven above As I checked out my buddies on my knees. Somehow I managed to survive the day Though many I’ve served with names I have read Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall Are my comrades of war, among the dead. KOREA 1950 UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops. Many GI’s died as they held off attacks By 810,000 Communist troops. Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm For without these weapons they could not survive. The Communist charges led by buglers Till the UN could start it’s offensive drive. On the battlefield of death and misery Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns. While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons. With a million and a half dead or wounded Both sides singed a truce before generals involved. July 27th, 1953 And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved. WORLD WAR IIWAR As war is fought it takes charge And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token Of the rage that must run it’s course Before words of peace are spoken. TROOP SHIP Our ship had sailed before the dawn Surrounded by the thickest of fog Still ignorant of our destination Or what was written in the captain’s log. It didn’t take long for me to see Our cruise was not for fun An experience of a lifetime With nowhere for us to run. Twenty knots per hour we cruised As the white caps passed us by Ten thousand young Americans Off to Europe to die. A sailor told us not to worry Someday we’d get our mail. Uncle Sam would make sure No matter how far we sail. Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep Beneath our ship’s waterline Just the place for claustrophobia To enter into my mind. My favorite vest was my May West Which I wore all the time Just in case of German U-boats Or an underwater mine. Thirty-three days we were at sea We crossed the equator twice. Many years have passed since then Those years of sacrifice. BRAVERY Many brave souls lived before now Unwept and unknown by their face. Lost somewhere in the distant night Till a poet chronicles their grace. True bravery is shown by performing Without witness, what one might be Capable of before the world Without any or all to see. How great the brave who rest in peace All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country but their best Those destined to be brave from birth. PEARL HARBOR Sunday, December the seventh In the year of 1941, While most of Hawaii still slept Came the planes of the Rising Sun. Waves of bombers and fighters flew From the decks of the Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground “Banzai” was spoken from their lips. The winds of war had been blowing Across the oceans of our earth Though not till Pearl had been bombed Did we realize what freedom’s worth. Wars are fought and won on two fronts At home and on the battle line. Both are equally important When war consumes our heart and mind. The attack brought us World War II With death, pain and separation. All who had served were well aware Of their sacrifice for nation. CONFLICT The harder the conflict we sometimes face The far more glorious is the victory. Tyranny like hell is tough to defeat When it raises its head throughout history. War never leaves a country as it was When neutrality is a word disregarded. As the murderous hands of man himself Are to blame for all who have departed. D-DAY THE WALL Over two hundred rangers scaled “The Wall” A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall. Some of them made it all the way to the top While others fell and perished from their drop. Those who climbed over, had answered God’s call For men to stop evil once and for all. They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns To save the lives of our fathers and sons. So many years have passed since then When our world’s future was saved by brave men. We cannot forget the hell they went through Before the skies, again turned blue. D-DAY D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict That fore shadowed the end of Hitler’s dream. The largest joint combat landing ever Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream. When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down And all within paid a visit to hell. They jumped out to do good for their country And to kill the enemy without fail. They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves In conditions not easily foreseen. By night the battle was in our favor With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream. The corpses littered the beach for five miles Though heroism had carried the day. With literally thousands dead or wounded Those who were left were determined to stay. They faced great odds and chose not to protest And won the war that put evil to shame. Most came home, married and raised their babies But those who could not we recall with pain. MIDWAY It was June the 4th 1942 As I was floating in the ocean alone The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom And I thought I would never again, see home. The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east With the intentions of capturing Midway. Though they were stopped by American war ships Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day. All night long, I watched the fireworks of war And on the second day we turned up the heat. As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat. An imperial pilot came floating close by Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea. I couldn’t help but feel passion for this is man Who had answered his call just like me. When it was over, I was plucked from the deep By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn. For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway Now it’s quiet and the enemy has gone. SURVIVAL I drifted all night and was loosing my hope Before by the moon’s light I saw dry land. I floated over and through its reefs to the beach Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand. All I had was my dagger and a canteen And it was May 4th of 43. Just me alone on an enemy island Wasn’t a safe place for a sailor to be. I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat If that’s what it took for me to survive. I’d already said thanks so many times For” God” was the reason I was alive. Off in the dark, I herd two men’s voices Laughing and talking in a language not mine. Inch by inch I crept to their campsite Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine. I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach. Soon I was floating in the ocean again And far enough out where bullets couldn’t reach. The next day I was picked up by a seaplane Whose crew spotted my sail from the air. Once inside and safe, I cried like a child For the dead whom would forever be there. It was hard to believe heaven let me live A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year. My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I ‘m gone Though I’m a veteran of battle, death, and fear. OKINAWA Okinawa was to be our last stop Before we invaded Japan. The largest landing of the Pacific war As our soldiers ran across the sand. At first our marines were scarcely opposed But on the fifth day hell they found. A solid wall of human resistance Firing their weapons from caves in the ground. Air power and big guns had little affect On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone. It took man against man to root them out As flying bullets pierced flesh and bone. Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes Knocking out transports and war ships. As the Imperial air force struck our fleet Cries of fear and hate spewed from lips. One hundred, ten thousand Japanese By the end of the battle were killed. Over twelve thousand Americans died, Before, just our flag flew over the field. BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC After the fall of France in 1940 The Germans soon began their own blockade With most their efforts in the Atlantic Hoping to cut Britain’s flow of war trade. With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance. The German’s small navy sank ship after ship Till the British Navy destroyed war’s romance. Shipping losses from German U-boats increased And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost. But soon America would enter the war To defeat freedom’s enemies at all cost. Multitudes would die and their families cry Before World War II would be fought to its end. What a waste of mankind, which had lost its mind Though now, our enemy is our friend. PARTING The truest words, which portray my love I speak to you from within my heart. May we always recall how we feel Though through conflict we’re forced to part. No one can say how long they will last For life is not everlasting. Yet most hope to be blessed by love By he who does our casting. As the fear of battle bites my flesh My thoughts of home help keep me sane. There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive But either way, I’ll serve without shame. Should the cold hands of death reach for me I pray my soul will awake from sleep. To the voice of God assuring me That my spirit, he’s chosen to keep. So try to remember while I’m gone That the person I need most is you. I’ll fight like hell to stay alive To return home to the love I knew. P. O. W. When you become a P. O. W. You find you’ve lost your liberty and more The guy with the gun tells you what to do As you yearn for freedoms you had before. Your will to survive helps keep you alive Though sometimes you wish you were dead. Tortures far beyond any normal mind And there’s no safety, even in your bed. Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth Keep you in a place you don’t wish to be. The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves And you’ve no choice of what you hear or see. The lucky are released and return home Though in their dreams their fate is unsure. War may be hell, but confinement is worse Cause afterward you’re never as you were. GENERAL QUARTERS General quarters, general quarters All hands man your battle station! Sunday morning, December the 7th As war confronted our nation. We soon found out it wasn’t a drill But instead it was war for real. As you watch the death of friends and shipmates It’s more anger than fear you feel. Japanese warplanes came flying in low As I took aim with my gun sight. From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl Damaged, though crew still eager to fight. I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed Surrounded by black smoke and fire. Some of my bullets must have found their mark. For his death was but my desire! Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed In a battle less than two hours. With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone Japan had flexed their naval powers. The bombing and strafing of ships and troops Caused our congress to declare full war. Where many a man laid down his life Fighting for flag, country and more. KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS PT-109 After the attack on Pearl Harbor He applied for sea duty in the war. Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy Became known for his bravery and more. In the dark hours before dawn On August 2, of 43. Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat Through the blackness of night at sea. PT 109, was on Solomon’s patrol With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft. A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half. Two of the crew just disappeared A third was badly burned. Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck Where in pain his leadership he earned. Some of his men had never learned to swim As he gathered them on the bobbing bow. The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink So they made for an island and here’s how. He ordered those who could to swim The others were to hang on to a beam. Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor And off they tread through the ocean stream. With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles. 5 hours later they all made it Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials. The next problem was how to summon up help Without arousing the enemy all around. After several attempts swimming to other islands Eventually two natives in a canoe were found. Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut To be delivered to a base 38 miles away. The message made it and they were saved And their courage still lives today. WORLD WAR I FLY-BOYS World War I gave us the fly-boys Who flew by the seat of their pants. Many would never return from war While others survived by chance. Their planes were mostly canvas and wood Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas. Every pilot carried his own pistol Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass. Aviators had no Parachutes To escape their burning plane. Many were forced to jump to their death Or self inflect a bullet to the brain. Blimps where known as battleships of the sky The roar of their engines gave reason for fear. They flew so high they were hard to shoot down Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near. Tracer bullets for the first time were used In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire. The skies became man’s highway of death With duty and honor their driving desire. How many Fly-boys have we lost since then Those days of the Great War and more? Where do we get such brave souls of chance Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR In 1860 life was good Till its simpleness ceased one day. The North wished to save the Union While the South chose to break away. America was torn apart As six hundred thousand died. Throughout four years of total war Women without husbands cried. The sad fact of the Civil War Is what was left at its end. Too many times, men’s evil acts Destroyed both foe and friend. The problem was, once it began There was no peace or compromise. Total victory must be proclaimed Before rage would leave men’s eyes. Destroy all that helps the enemy Was the cry of either side. Anything to obtain victory As death on horseback did ride. Black men dressed in old uniforms Became the Union’s reserve. They fought and died for their freedom And their rights they earned and deserve. Lifestyles would forever change For all who survived the war. It had ended as it began With sadness, misery and more. Both sides prayed to the same God And spoke words from the Bible. The prayers of both were not answered For all involved were liable. THE KANSAS FRONTIER Coronado, in his search to find gold for Spain Was the first European on the green Kansas plane. Explorers and traders were arriving from France. They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced. At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark. Large numbers of Indians, forced out from the East Resettled to Kansas where the buffalo feast. So, many a cowboy decided to stay It wasn’t very long and most Indians were forced away. When Missouri joined the Union; the slave states equaled the free. Which way would Kansas vote, congress was anxious to see? The Heart-Landers were bleeding; their towns were on fire As raiders from the slave states tried to force their desire. The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob. Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began. After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man. Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state. Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate. Those frontier days have long since gone, though the sunflower is still here My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer. BLACK POWDER BRIDGE A courier rider hands his papers to me They are instructions from Robert E. Lee. I am advised now is the time To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line. I muster my men and they load up the boats We powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight. We capture a bridge before the moonrise The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies. The evil of war feeds on my brain As I light the fuse to destroy a train. Above us a trestle of timber and tar As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar. From the banks of the river; we watch it approach There’s shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach. With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear I hear them scream as they ‘re falling in fear. The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns. The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud. As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind. War is a lesson we re eager to learn When man has that fever to murder and burn. Lord, please forgive me for what I have done For all those I’ve silenced were some mother’s son. THE FEVER OF FEAR Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground. Soldiers are looting and burning our town. The fever of fear rushes through my veins As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains. Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around As four thousand muskets volley their sound. All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball Most cry out, then stumble and fall. Even the young lad who carried our flag Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag. Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground Death and destruction are easily found. The Generals are crying ’cause they can’t stand defeat But it’s always the soldier who dies on his feet. Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords. Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree Where the dirt has eroded and there’s just room for me. After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog Then float down the river, as I cling to a log. Songs of their victory, ring out through the night While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight. It makes me remember my old country church Where the preacher spoke God’s word from his holy perch. That the seed of all conflict began in a cave When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave. THUNDER IN THE GROUND Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away The battle lines are forming and there’s little time to pray. Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky I’m so full of fear cause I don ‘t want to die. From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound It’s the music of the buglers and there’s thunder in the ground. The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords. They ‘re shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge. It’s hard to believe how many make it through As they’re hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue. Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat. There’s a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke My throat is so dry, I can ‘t help but choke. The fury of the battle is bound to settle down When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground. After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can ‘t stand the sound. Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in. SLAVERY When you chain the neck of a slave The other end fastens to you. Your heart and soul become corrupt And all which is evil you’ll do. No government shall exist for long Who’s people are not really free. Though around the world there are those Who stay blind to how life should be. Any who must enslave others Will dwell in their own living hell After death, they’ll join their master In that place from heaven he fell. But till then we’ll fight and resist Making them put their chains away. And those of us who may die first From heaven shall watch and pray BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER In the course of becoming officers The young men of West Point bonded like brothers. Till roomers of Civil War transformed friend to foe As many cadets chose to serve others. Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought Were lead by graduates of the long gray line. Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time. Over six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed Not counting multitudes of population. Cities, farms and the countryside were laid to waste Before our Union was restored to a nation. THE LITTLEST SOLDIER Nine year old Johnny Clem who stood just four feet tall Ran away from Ohio to answer his country’s call. He joined up with the Union and became a drummer boy Soon to prove the gun he wore was far more than a toy. Armed with a sawed-off musket, cut down to just fit him He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do him in. Awarded his sergeant’s stripes and the silver medal His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle. The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story Telling of the nine year old who earned his country’s glory. THE BATTLE The moon is sky high And perfectly round As it highlights the beauty Of disputed ground. Life is a journey Where the passage is free. After, there’s judgment By the living and Thee. Tomorrow’s carnage We’ll survive if we can. Death and dismemberment By the hand of man. Some will stumble With absence of breath. While others charge Into the face of death. We’ll race toward the battle And pray for the best Hoping somehow We pass God’s test. BUGLES Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out Against their dust covered uniforms of gray. Savagely we fought to kill our enemy As the battle raged on in the heat of the day Volley after volley we put forth our blaze With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone. Blistering sweat rolled down every face As the tunes of war by bugles were blown. There was a clanking sound of ramrods in barrels As each new minieball was loaded and fired. Some shot aimlessly into the smoke While others took aim at the worn and tired. Bullets were popping like the fourth of July Yet our enemy kept surging ahead. All at once they broke and ran off in groups Scattering as for the forest they fled. From behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall The victorious cheered or just sat starring At all the bodies of friend and foe While for the wounded the surgeons were caring. Soon the war was over and I survived Despite it’s brutality on trampled ground. From boy to man I was transformed Though, still in the night I hear its sound. LEAF ON THE WATER America’s East Coast was settled by the Brits As the Indians rule began to recede. After many a battle, they lost their land Giving into the white man’s power and greed. In years to come like a leaf on the water The Indians were swept away by the white man. As trappers and pioneers pushing westward Brought death and disease to the land. With the white settlements came the fur traders Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and form tools. None of which helped the Indians to survive Who chose to wage war, and break the white man’s rules. Many treaties were made, just to be broken By those eager for land, timber, furs and gold. Prospectors arrived to plunder the land And to be farmers, the Indians were told. The combat raged on, to the western prairie Over mountains and down through the desert sand. Indians proved to be formidable foe As both sides fought from afar and hand-to-hand. Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry In search of fame and tribal disgrace. But instead he and his men were butchered By hostile Indians with paint on their face. Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull’s death. Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee Where many sad Indian would draw their last breath. With their fighting spirit completely broken And their ancient tribal ways forever gone. Proud Indians were moved to reservations Where their once great history in song lives on. THE HINGE OF HISTORY The hinge of history swings in all directions As the happenings of the past are written down. Out of all that has occurred since man’s beginnings Less has been recorded than waits to be found. Babylonians kept chronicles of history Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. Greeks had no faith in the future at all Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

 

Christians added a new dimension to history Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. An on going drama involving man and God Believing all are created of equal worth. Some have asked why must we study history It just encourages us to live in the past. When we forget history we repeat its mistakes As the outcome of humanity is cast. THE ALAMO The leaves of the cottonwoods hung motionless As outside the walls Santa Anna’s horde closed in. A small band of Texans watched and waited Preoccupied by combat and how life would end. The battle raged from building to building Till the old mission’s chapel was the last to fall. Over 180 Texans died fighting to the man Never to yield, surrender or crawl. Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces With “Remember the Alamo” as their battle cry. Attacking and defeating Santa Anna’s army To win independence for Texas or die. The Spanish word for “cottonwood” is “Alamo” The long time popular name for the mission. Today the stout-walled old chapel still stands Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition. GENERAL WASHINGTON Once in command, he boxed in the British At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights Overlooking the Brits at his mercy As his men took aim with their cannon sites. The British commander had but one choice To sail to New York to renew the fight. Where the English had much greater forces Who soon chased Washington’s men in full flight. They continued on to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat With the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat. When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That’s when Washington crossed the Delaware. On that Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hessians were surprised and unaware. He whipped the British at Princeton Where in victory his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown Training his troops for the combat of spring. Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown But the British were the victorious ones As the dead of both sides covered the ground Americans were blessed early that spring When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge With the help of the French they marched in stride. The battles raged on, in the North and South As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land. Washington himself was in great despair Pleading for aid for his weakened command. His prayers were answered by 5000 troops And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown Who surrendered to victory drums at play. Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of the fight And the terms for its end were signed and set. Washington yearned to retire at home But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support For they believed that “he,” by God, was sent. All Poems By

 

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Animals and Nature POEMSBIRDS breeding birds is part of the history of what date we can know. Once luxury pets of kings and queens, or on the shoulders of pirates long ago. The birds remained on the menu While every man can be tamed as pets. Chickens, ducks, geese and turkeys are served on tables that we set. Noah sent a dove to find land, and returned with an olive leaf from a branch. God has given you feathers for clothes So in the elements that have a chance. The best way to enjoy wild birds is to draw near to you. Provide food, water, bushes and trees is a real bird lover to do. Birds are truly remarkable when left alone to do its thing. We have stolen their eggs and plucked their plumage And yet they sing. Man’s best friend man’s best friend is still his faithful dog looks forward to his return. Where was the man without his canine love when their human companions were left alone. If a man has been as good as your dog thinks it would be more famous as a football star. It’s a shame that our women do not feel the same way I suppose it’s because they know we are. The man is not afraid to love your dog for life if in general is a man who buries his pet. It does not matter whether large or small What animal has loved man more, to date? Trees is difficult to imagine our world without trees that shaded by the concrete and steel. Thousands of products would soon change everything we see and feel. No more baseball played with wooden sticks no longer plums, pears, cherries or apple pie. Neither the circle of lights in the night and pencils and books to say goodbye. Trees like people come from seeds of both drinking and breathing. They feed, house and protect us as they sweeten the air with his flower. Larger and more alive than any to be much larger than the blue whale in the ocean. Some grow 350 feet high, before falling victim to the nail. Butterflies go through four stages of life for the past, are able to fly. Then the egg, larva, change to the transformation of caterpillar to flying rainbow. Blue, black, green, yellow, brown, red, white and orange Armed with a keen since of smell, taste and sight. With predators like birds, bats, wasps and MA are never safe, even at night. Butterflies are the masterpiece of Nature Pursued by collectors and jar with their networks. Tagged and covered for storage and presentation of new specimens are searching near and far. The next time you see some kept behind glass Remember that once glorified the air. Their color and grace to create beauty in harmony, sharing his light. HUMMINGBIRDS the scent of roses, carnations and daisies Draw hummingbird gardens so beautiful. Evoking the essence of life jewels of nature and the splendor of its feathers out. Full of grace to fly with the speed and direction of creating products that dazzle the eyes. A magnificent view of the world are asking our visitors the most elusive of heaven. They are the smallest of small feathered wing language collection with the softness of the earth. Improving our lives through his existence A temple of beauty, strength and courage. FLORES My work is outside and, Lord, I love the work I do for the flowers are my joy of life Though its beauty is yours. Their flowers are so pretty

 

However, I am ugly, wrinkled and old who have lived beyond my capability that fatal day that are more developed. Your lilies are my pride of life and I know that many of them there. They are worth a fortune, people say Though money has little value to me. His glory is my reward as the head face beaming. I dedicate to thee, O Lord of my love and praise. Rainy Days Rainy days is a gift of life as water to the parched earth. When nature sometimes weeps with joy as a father protecting a birth. rainbow rainbow color of the sky in preparation for the party The storms thunder shakes the earth as the sky speaks to my heart. After the storm, the sky is overcast and gray. Then I want to fight. On rainy days make people feel sad, but for me, I feel alive. Rain nature of God that we sometimes cry with joy when the raindrops lead and grow in life. Shortly after his time, again with the rainbow spectrum of colors that glow. One day, can not fail to be dark and sad

 

A common destiny, which was shared by all. The earth needs rain to water is thirst And in each life a little moisture should be. Behind the clouds of the storm the sun always shines, so never give up when your sad heart. What damn fool sailors, pray for poor farmers

 

For without the rain of God’s life would not leave. Birds sing as skies turn pink DAWN While the brightest stars disappear one by one, I see the sun away from giving birth one day. The scent of dawn is as fresh as the flowers are preparing to bloom. The sparks of dew on the grass in the morning while my sadness dissolves. A flock of circling above geese in search of rest and a meal. I look like the earth on an inland lake, I feel lucky. The moon is high on his throne in orbit in the sky. I know I’ll love the earth before the sun rises on my grave, I lie. Twilight Twilight sky orange, pink and gray as the stars see the day of his death. The winds of the night and shake the breeze Most of the birds perched in trees. Fireflies drag on the grass like frogs sing to torment the bass. Soon, the circle of the moon high

 

Under his coat sky full of stars. Twilight is the first night of the bell of a time of peace, when everything goes well. Another day has come and gone not to return until dawn. WINTER snow on the head of everyone I know that life gives the snow falls in winter. On rooftops and the streets fill the sky and the earth below. Dancing, swirling, sweeping like the snows of yesteryear. There are a lot of ice on the windows in tabs tears freeze. It is so cold, it’s too cold to snow, however, the snow falls. The earth is covered with a white blanket of winter winds Sorry your call. There is a red light waiting to thaw my every part. Not the glow of the fireplace, but the love that dwells in my heart. FRUIT In most all places where people live in various types of fruit in the wild. That primitive man gathered near the plants Long before Noah was a child.

 

The remains of apples, pears, plums and cherries have been discovered in the caves of the stone age. The grapes, olives, dates and figs were placed in tombs and graves. The fruits are eaten fresh or preserved, dried by the sun. To be consumed during the long cold months of winter until the snow melted and flowing rivers. Columbus took seeds during his second voyage to plant and cultivate where growing. To be torn and eaten by humans are hungry rather than get them from the jungle of the enemy. Today, the fruits are from different countries Although most will grow where the climate is suitable. Are collected and sent by plane, train, truck or boat to enjoy with pleasure. ROSES Three hundred years after Christ’s birth Just south of Rome on fertile land have increased the sweetest queen of all pink flowers cultivated by man. The poet Horace once said that the roses have amounted to more grain. Seed fills the stomach of a man who hungers for

 

Where to eat roses his heart and brain. Flourishing in ancient China cultivated by monks for two thousand years. Roses symbolize the passion of man by envy, sorrow, love and tears. Nero spent fortunes on the rose petals poured over his clients wanted to teach their subjects that the roses were the best of the emperor. So, your shovels and plant roses placed around your home. Because of its sweet fragrance and beauty of the sky for the loan. THE NIGHT SKY The sky at night has a thousand eyes, where the sky the day, but they have one. black cloak of night covers us all with the creation of the sun. The protagonist shares with a woman shall have the happiness of night. Mixed with hugs and words of love all their future is promising. Late at night, when most sleep and dreams of one day to watch the moon God say “thank you” when they pray. Therefore, we drink the wine of the night and the part in the silence of the stars that the earth is bathed in holy light and saw no scars. The Gardener Like flowers pop on the ground and the birds begin to sing. The cold north wind is asleep and a gardener knows that it is spring. Daffodils are always the first, sometimes before the snow diminishes. The tulips are coming to bloom with red, yellow and pink. Then came the scent of purple iris makes people who believe in love. With the novel purple sweet They give a new impetus of life. When I was young and foolish, I sowed my oats everywhere. Now I’m old and married, plant seeds and bulbs in the ground. Flores around a modest home to plant flowers around a modest home is both a big smile on a common face. As the heavenly bodies aloft the night with their brightness that adorn the darkness of space. King Solomon spoke of the flowers of the earth in the Bible and when they appear the birds begin to sing. The voice of love can be heard across the land and the lilies and roses are a sacred thing. So until some ground and be fruitful with seed and lo, as they grow the flowers of the earth again. For the sweet scent of flowers to invade fans air fires of passion in women and men. WHERE THE BIG ONES BITE When I was young, and before the girls I loved to go fishing in the River. Streams and ponds where it is offered at any other place. Fingerlings four to five inches long, are what trophies love to feast on. Trout line or pole Bate makes no difference and the fight was on. Sometimes I like to find a fire to help keep warm at night. Spring, summer, autumn, I was eager to go where the big bite. WINTER The cold winds of winter, the trees play tunes, but now they sound different when striped of their leaves. Our warm days are gone and spring, we must wait and all those who are in love pray it’s not too late. The snow has piled on the roofs of the city as the birds hide in the bushes, they found. Everywhere as custodians of snowmen While children throw snowballs strong in their court. Cold winter days are sad and often cruel, but its difficulties are used by God as a tool. His reasons for seasons to adjust its ambitious plan to strengthen the souls of both men and women. Signs of Spring Signs of spring are for all to see Let the world know that nature sleeps no more. As she wakes from a nap of winter home life bring life to come. The tournament can be seen hunting for a meal that gentle breezes urge budding trees. Soon flowers fragrant flowers burst open attract the eyes of creatures and bees. Gone until next year, winters cold days of cold while the fever of love hits the ground on the runway. There’s heavenly splendor wherever we watched that the earth is warmed by the sun. Spring Time Easter lilies are in full bloom as young men to reflect on love. Women can feel the passion in what they see as the nesting dove. Hang the flowers in the foam of trees in the spring While the winter is dry and dead like the sweet fragrance fills the air with blades of grass looking up. Spring will soon disappear with the burning of the summer, and rose again the earth. Daughter of Heaven, the mother of all spring enjoyed by women and men. Autumn, the cold winds of autumn trees Band melancholy days have arrived. Most flowers, already dull brown Although mothers are the last to survive. There are a lot of fog in Windows that shorter days lose their light. The year has changed his wine When our days are the shadows of the night. Flowers, butterflies, trees and bees have been dormant until spring. The leaves sound like children playing in the absence of birdsong. The winter to spring, spring and summer is time for the symphony of autumn. All the leaves fall to the ground as the wind plays tunes with the trees. Katrina Katrina hit as consumption of the atomic bomb of the homeless in their path. The bottom water came

 

Floods all your anger.

 

The evil took advantage of the absence of legislation, while the brave men risked their lives for others. The best and the worst has been seen by man Although many were like brothers. thank you may show the sky never lost the love, laughter, hatred or sin. May God bless every man, woman and child who will never take again. STARS stars of heaven are the works of God The Scriptures of the night sky.

 

After his return to a golden sunset and red, are there to seduce the eye. Nobody can see under your feet as gems of the sky to light their souls.

 

To be as one with its creator is the highest human goals. Blessed be the candy of the night to guide mariners at sea bathing the earth with its soft glow For all those who love you, like us! THE MOON For thousands of years, people have wondered how the moon came into existence. Looking up to its ghostly glow We can not feel what we see. King David watched his beloved, Bath-Sheba while bathing in the moonlight so bright. He fell in love and had to have then sent her husband to die in combat. The moon itself has proved to be lifeless Although enhances the beauty of darkness. The rise and fall of water per day coming through the oceans of the moon since before Noah’s Ark for the first time the man refused and went to the moon by night. The acts of love, lust, hatred and suffering of man have been committed in the presence of light. I do not care if the man has walked on the moon For most, it retains its mystic power So turn off the TV and go out at night and to share its beauty regardless of the time. men like all men are more fish need love, both for fishing and most are ready to be envied by extracting a better choice for the rest. Fishing is a sport game loved by everyone, both high and low. We must fool the fish eye If we intend to stir and fry.

 

Some use ships, while others such as fish Wade sun or shade. Frozen drinks help pass the day, while the problems of life disappear. Most men think that all your fishing rod, hooks, cork and string. Whether the river, pond or lake We all pray our line is not broken. All poems

 

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Have no fear, because love is all about youhave no fear, because love is all around you. All rooms are defenseless in a common matrix. You may not know that surrounds you like. You may not know they are in bloom. However, the mothers, too, are children, loved Mind for the living and the dead of age to give, as time has shown, is not less, if tears time and fled. Have faith that love is a mystical power flowsEqually to and from the heart, back, flip, and who comes and goes, Half Moon and the Moon your sea, your song, your art. Sing, then, This time of delivery, the depth of the ebb and flow of life. All that I feel is what I felt for you I want your renewed desire. Finally, the UNDEPARTED DEADEventually undeparted death, living without missing along the inside, rises to feel both love and pain. It can not be dead than to live again. Even those who were buried beginRising to tears and anger and the need . INVADEI never wanted I never wanted the forest invadeThe a friend. I never had the intention to plant myselfBeyond where I could finish. But he was there – I walked – and entered a wilderness, and became its berries in corn, and what would be the performance. Years later, often stopping the line, and picnic, where the fence once defined what was mine stoodThat. seder night Are Like Easter Seders are SKYPassover as the night sky: A time for a long past and he goes, planets light years ahead of old stars like nearbyShining joined a pretty song. above our heads is a storybook agesVividly song of old, while our fingers are pagesResplendent with light from boilers and cooling. Thus, we can see the past in the present, the prayer every jewel in the darkness without the light of our eyes in a momentEmbracing all slaves of Egypt as one. Rejoice, then, in the cemetery of life on the light, singing the words, that last one more night. I know how he made his lifeI I know how hard it made his lifeNow’ve brought home another father. You have your new domain and still mourn the absence of the other wifeWhile. And yet recognize their right to chooseThe man you love, all you can feel. Life is not a game to win or lose: For pain on both sides is very real. Therefore, my place is to make a placeWithin my heart for someone who lives in his. There no way to do it, but with grace, he should be home with the doors open. Please forgive my failure to love. Your love for me must love mine to move. The Death came to me while I was in a MEETINGDeath came to me while I was in a meeting, opened his chest and went in. will not leave until a few days later, not satisfied to come again. It was an unexpected death and the installation of two, living as I did what I did to be an aversion to being simply engaged in service to the world I would. Remember me, so as it was when entering deathMade suddenly my heart: Atento my seat, my wife beside me, at night, the meeting will start. MAMA, PLEASE DO NOT WORRYMommy, please do not worry “causeI’m very well, even if you onThis Day Happy Mother’s strange! Wishing you were with me” causeIn I could tell her what happened to meWhile you were not. I love you even if I can’tBe earlier. And I know you love me too Cause I’m your little boy. And I’m sure you commit to me one day, somehow, and I see that you know look at meand you smiled.

HAVE NO FEAR, FOR LOVE IS ALL AROUND YOUHave no fear, for love is all around you. All come helpless from a common womb. Perhaps you do not know that love surrounds you. Perhaps you do not know that you’re in bloom. Yet mothers, too, are children, ever loved,Minded by the living and the dead,Old enough to give, as time has proved,The need no less, though time and tears have fled. Have faith that love’s a mystic tide that flowsEqually to and from the heart,Returning, turning as it comes and goes,’Mid moon and moon your sea, your song, your art. Sing, then, of this moment of your giving,Deep within the ebb and flow of living. All you feel is what was felt for you,Yearning your own yearning will renew. EVENTUALLY, THE UNDEPARTED DEADEventually, the undeparted dead,Alive without, long since gone within,Shall arise to feel both love and pain. There are no dead that cannot live again. Even those long buried shall beginRising up towards tears and rage and need. I NEVER WANTED TO INVADEI never wanted to invadeThe forest of a friend. I never meant to plant myselfBeyond where I might end. But there it was–I wandered in–And seized a wild field,And turned its berries into corn,And took what it would yield. Years later, we would often walkOut to the boundary line,And picnic where the fence once stoodThat marked off what was mine. PASSOVER SEDERS ARE LIKE THE NIGHT SKYPassover Seders are like the night sky:A moment of moments long past and just gone;Starlight years old next to planets nearbyShining as though joined in one joyous song. Over our heads is a book of the agesVividly chanting the stories of old,Even as under our fingers are pagesResplendent with light come from cauldrons now cold. So may we gaze at the past in the present,Each prayer a jewel in a darkness undone,Destined to light on our eyes in a momentEmbracing all slaves out from Egypt as one. Rejoice, then, in this living graveyard of light,Singing the words, that they last one more night. I KNOW HOW DIFFICULT I’VE MADE YOUR LIFEI know how difficult I’ve made your lifeNow that you’ve brought home another father. You have your new dominion as a wifeWhile I still mourn the absence of the other. And yet I recognize your right to chooseThe man you love, whatever I might feel. Life is not a game to win or lose:For that the pain on both sides is too real. It therefore is my place to make a placeWithin my heart for one who lives in yours. There is no way to do this but with grace,For one must be at home with open doors. Please forgive the failure of my love. Your love for me should mine for your love move. DEATH CAME TO ME WHILE I WAS AT A MEETINGDeath came to me while I was at a meeting,Opened up my chest and wandered in. Nor did it leave until a few days later,Satisfied it need not come again. It was a death both unforeseen and fitting,Living as I did for what I did,Being one averse to merely being,Engaged in service to the world I would. Remember me, then, as I was when deathMade its sudden entrance to my heart:Attentive in my seat, my wife beside me,Night come, the meeting just about to start. MOMMY, PLEASE DON’T WORRYMommy, please don’t worry ’causeI’m doing really well,Even though I miss you onThis Happy Mother’s Day!Wishing you were with me ’causeIn that case I could tellYou all the things that happened to meWhile you were away. I love you even though you can’tBe with me just for now. And I know you love me, too,’Cause I’m your little child. And I’m sure that you will comeTo me someday, somehow,And I will see you look at meAnd know that you have smiled.

THE LAST DEPRESSION LED TO HOLOCAUSTThe last depression led to holocaust. The rationale for massacre is fear. Long before it starts, the game is lost. The neighborhood of hate is always here. The best place to begin is one’s own heart. There the mad dogs pull against their chains,Lusting to tear some stranger’s throat apart,Rage that only love and patience tames. Each heart becomes a lantern in a crowd. Yes, people see according to your light,As you by theirs – but speak of love aloud,Lest other voices drown the coming night. And do not turn away from victims’ cries,For evil’s spooked by nothing more than eyes. ST. PATRICK RID THE EMERALD ISLE OF SNAKESSt. Patrick rid the emerald isle of snakes,Though only those that crawl upon the ground. Perhaps not even he had what it takes,Although a puissant saint, and well renowned,To cast out those whose children still abound. Remaining in our hearts, as when of oldIn Eden green they tempted us to sin,Cold and lean they grow more passing bold,Knowing we’ve cast out the saint within. HARDLY A DAY GOES BY THAT I DON’T THINK OF YOUHardly a day goes by that I don’t think of you,Mostly in anger, sometimes with hatred. I loved you nearly half my life, and nowThe bad has swallowed up the good, has eaten my heart. How sad that I must bury so much of me!I wish I could bury you. The real, living you I don’t want to hear about. You were once what I lived for, and nowI don’t even want to know when you are dead. THANK YOU FOR LOVING USThank you for loving us,Having us in. All you have givenNow we hold within. Kids out in limboYou made your own,Or else we might still beUnloved and alone. EASY IN THE CATACOMBSEasy in the catacombsA soul might find the SonShining on the patient bonesThat wait upon the One,Each a tale long untoldRegarding faith long gone. PLEASE BE ASSURED THAT WHAT YOU READ IS TRUEPlease be assured that what you read is true,Although to some it may seem more symbolical. Sometimes the myth itself becomes historical,Sustained by being simply what one knew. On Passover, we read the ancient story,Very certain that what happens thereEmbodies something true that all Jews share,Remnant of when God revealed His glory. YOU ARE FIVEYou are five!A big girl now!Reading on your own!I know you can’Cause look at this:You’ve just read this poem!

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AMERICA AT war poems

The White House in Washington

 

March 16, 2007

 

Ms. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

Dear Lillian:

 

Number 41, approved Mozart CDs Tom. Thank you for thinking of me. I am grateful for their efforts to pay tribute to our brave soldiers and their families. America owes these brave men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in world history.

 

Best wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush

 

Inflexible HONOR

 

Weakness invites moral situation, war and aggression

Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.

All that love can be destroyed and transformed

For the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

 

When something looks wrong in the face

For the corruption of our morals, faith and determination.

God gives us the courage to defend what is right

No matter the sacrifice or danger posed.

 

Evil seeks to destroy the good in humans

And the silent memory of God’s law.

It depends on the loyalty to remain inflexible

The defense of freedom and justice for all.

 

Our men and women who serve in danger

Is the armor of what the free world depends.

Without their sacrifice of body and soul

Everything we stand for is gone. God loves his soldiers

Sometimes it is difficult to protect what is right

Sometimes we are despised by others as we fight.

Some of us are ready, regardless of the loss

To validate our souls to save the cross.

 

Evil prospers on greed and hatred of man

Always eager to destroy and defecate.

the grace of God descends upon the soul of man

The cleaning of impure where he can.

As long as man has struggled on earth

Life has its problems from birth.

seed of God’s goodness has delayed man’s demise

Thank you to God for their heroes to the strong and wise.

 

The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday

How could not say.

God loves his soldiers who line up to serve

Being against evil His grace they deserve.

 

Do not be afraid to trust in Latin America, abundance, I am happy where I was born until the day I die. When the bones of past heroes lie buried in the earth that I loved as Its mountains are so high they reach the sky with the green meadows where the grass grow. There are billions of trees where wild birds nest with creatures that flourish below. That blue gold called water with which we have been blessed as raindrops or crystallized snow, changes in rivers and freshwater lakes, while the winds of our seasons. It is the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel with the harvest of farms and factories in a balanced picture of a wheel. Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall structures of concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a gift from France, describes how, inside, we feel. The flag on the moon with red and white stripes of the United States proves dreams. A country of heroes who line up to protect the past, present and few. We will defeat terrorism must be fought as never leave the hordes of Satan persecute us at our door. Protect our borders and way of life that our forefathers sacrificed before. Do not be afraid to be proud of America and March, with the brave, faithful and just.

Refusal to submit to the will of our enemies

determination to preserve what we trust.

 

In the Teeth of the Dog

 

Throughout the history of man is born to fight against

Surviving nature, disease, greed and war.

Since its conception has remained the same

The choice to serve good or evil as before.

 

Our children are facing the dog’s teeth

In the most popular places around our planet.

They leave their families and all those who love

To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.

 

The enemies they face are the mad dogs of man

With the desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.

They sing and dance to the death of others

Teaching principles of hate till the grave.

 

Support our troops fighting the horde

While we live the life of the home.

When you see a military program them your smile

Say hello I love you and you’re not alone. ”

 

Mad Dogs HUMAN

 

Where dwell the mad dogs of man

There is corruption, plunder and hate.

In each town or village

Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

We are all born as an innocent child

To be fooled by others on the road.

God has always loved children

Although her heart was broken when they leave.

 

The mad dogs of man never repent

Because they have no sense of shame or punishment.

Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life

Abuse victims as if there was no tomorrow.

 

God gives the will to sin no more

And to overcome evil does not stop.

The mad dogs of man must be stopped

Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.

 

Solomon Samson, and David

They were chosen by God to rise.

They face great difficulties and fear of death

Refusing to ignore their call.

It is time that many men on earth

To join to stop the horde.

a firm stand against tyranny, where he

Putting the mad dogs of man with the sword.

 

Where wars are won or lost wars waged by older men in the battle in the country in separate rooms. Who call for greater firepower and troops from the battle table. Although some flesh broken dreams have all turned gray. So young and determined their face until the battlefield they lay. Unable to overcome their pride The politicians cast their vote. For this or that or something else that the fury of war sounds its note. Wherever wars are won or lost, the soldiers fall like toys. Throughout the story remains mostly the same people who die are men. Like monkeys in a cage Peanut Man renewable power disputes. When will we rise above our greed and become like a beautiful flower? Death to death, dust to dust of the wrath of war is a horrible crime. It is the beast that still prevails as it did the torments of the era. WAR is the greatest scourge of MAN As war is taking over and beyond the control events. The madness of men can change the land that feeds the roots of his soul. Many things will forever change much to be desired. As the wrath of war starts to destroy things to fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state and common sense. Any scourge is more preferred than that which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change and all those who die are a symbol of the rage that must run its course before the words of peace are spoken. I hate war, but not men, flags nor race But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave who die while you are not eligible to receive those who weep. What distinguishes war is not death, but the man is killed by his neighbor. Crushed by cruelty and injustice with murderous hand of his enemy. War tends to punish punishment Thus, the losers will not be alone. The essence of war is that survivors of violence until they come marching home. It is sometimes difficult to defend what is good, sometimes we are forced to fight. Sometimes survive, while other times you have to die without knowing why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Chasing a game like no other shortages of the culprits. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost of both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene to help stop the savage from being so bad. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the breath of the devil. Must be a man destroys human reason, but why I can not understand. September 11

 

After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack America now mourns his essence. While his enemies are all therefore escape the noise of war in America. Let there be no doubt, no doubt that the devil has decided to give us a call. We will fight the soldiers and drove them out of hell, and if we die, is what freedom is. Let’s see where they hide in the street by street, house by house, cave by cave. They will be eradicated from the face of the earth for the righteous, the faithful and courageous. SATAN’S HORDE SHALL REMOVEDOverrun with war and uncontrolled leaders Our world becomes more dangerous every day. dishonest politicians, criminals and their means of survival lies in the game Bible believers preach, that the end is near Our world as a whole is beyond reform. God eliminate everything that is bad for his fire of eruption and storm. For the victory of evil, never give his supporters anguish in hell of May By the grace of God and the power of faith in the goodness of man will prevail. What we do is far from heaven as Patriots face the threats of man. Protect and defend what we love to death as soldiers of Satan arise on the sand. Son and Daughters of the Third World War Our son and daughters are in danger to defend our way of life. Some are students, some grandparents, husband or wife. They have great difficulties without complaining life game and one member for a pittance. Far from all those who love the struggle of our soldiers for whom we pray. The plotters and planners of the condemnation of the U.S. commitment to maul and kill everything they can. As children learn to kill is to become a man. They exploit their young as weapons of choice Teaching in heaven, virgins waiting. The destruction of life with their own to find their lies too late. The shriek is present and find a way to calm them. Where defenders worry if we are to the future is bleak for the United States. This is not the time to fight each other or kiss the cheek of our enemy. Throughout the story remains the same The strong enslave the weak. May God continue to bless America reject the evil, the upper hand. Everything depends on us to remain resolute defense of the freedom of man. So dear to my heart so dear to my heart are my loved ones back home I turn and I turn on my bed alone. Everyday I see death, hate and fight against corruption is a test from God to a malfunction of the human family, colleagues, and I ask my love with this poem I wish to convey. I knew that I loved but never how much Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch. As violence grows, is the stench of death with the taste of fear on every breath. Who will win, he will die as the sadistic slaughter of God in heaven. Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell where the heart of darkness are alive and well. I count every day until it is time to go home and be with my love and never alone. Love your freedom Navy

 

In their new uniforms young people leave without knowing that the return. With a proud devotion They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried by all our children is an ancient tribal prayer. They are so easy to lose, but so difficult to forget that the burden of a parent to bear. Oh, the taste of victory will be quickly forgotten, but never what was lost. For rows of white headstones in the areas of peace and greenery Make it easy to count the cost. America has survived all attempts to destroy known the cruelty of war, and we who remain must help keep it free for those who can no longer in March! Our flag Our flag is the fabric woven by the adopted son heroes, alive or dead. She stands for justice and courage as their colors, red, white and blue. For all those who serve, there will be applause for the one who dies, there will be tears. For anyone who loves life is swell For those who violate it, war is hell. How many mothers have cried as they sent their son to war. How many parents are not returned because our freedom is worth. Wars have been conducted, where brave people have died as patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of the land because of those who have proved their worth. Love of country, I dedicate this poem to the inside of my tent as the desert wind bent shape is maintained. My love for the country is in turmoil now, I want to describe it, but it is difficult to know how. Tomorrow I will drive out those who love our death Cursed by the hatred and meanness of breath. I do not care if it’s another God they serve as retribution for his crime is what they deserve. Their horde survives by a different set of rules, but will soon know the fate of murderers mad. I am proud to serve my country and the president that I have sworn to defend one hundred percent. While haunted by visions of what I do, I fight for justice, and red, white and blue. Veterans Day The price of freedom is sometimes extremely high more when our loved ones die. Men and women pledged to serve and fight and they deserve our support. Humanity itself is culpability on the story, the story is the same. The peace, such as love, can be difficult to acquire always the enemy fire. Somehow, everything tends to outweigh the miss-guided, exposed to failure. No wonder we fear the languages that are below the quarrels of mankind as God’s heaven. The danger our soldiers face is real So let them know how we feel. Forth its flag and show his heart that those who love us to. The Battle of Baghdad Determined so scared, I walk my pace in the deadly streets of Baghdad. Looking for a land that harm us or our death are joyous and happy. Standing in the shadow caused by the moon I remember my nights at home. I wonder if the woman I love is tired of sleeping alone? I feel remorse for all who live here in this place is hell of a madman. And those who want to stay should be killed or locked up in prison. My greatest fear is not my death but I’ll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, I rely on others for care. My wife, she prays for my safe return of night and day more GI killed. She knows very well what he takes the oath I have given will be fulfilled. Saddam the King of Baghdad fell to never do again. Man convicted of these crimes and to deny the sky for his sin. For his tyranny, he was famous in all world capitals. Until taken from his spider hole completely stripped of its value. He is guilty of rape and genocide While he ruled without remorse. Its power and prestige were toppled when George Bush headed. Although it may seem that the wicked and conquered by their brutality of hand, by the power of faith, they were defeated by the seed of goodness in man. DIFFICULT American ally is the birthday cake of earth like ants in March of each direction. Thank you God for all those who have sworn to defend his love-service, honor, pride and affection. From the first day of George Washington went to war, there were those who wanted us dead. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed has been defeated by our brave and wise. Once again, we face a formidable foe who has been affected by their God to destroy us all misuse of your faith as an excuse to kill against a global jihad, their leaders call. Some say we should try to appease For if we resist, they hate us even more. But David delivered us overcome our stones, as before. SHOULD TOMORROW START without me if tomorrow starts without remember I love you. Looking from above to watch what you do. If I become an accident I pray that love will always make you happy that I consider him my friend. If tomorrow starts without me remind our children, God loves all those interested. And when life seems too harsh and cruel “, he” must share the prayer. I showed that I am not a coward breaks and tracks to survive. Always fearing death kiss me on the streets of Baghdad I drive. If tomorrow I decide to start without being proud to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom they deserve. I miss home more than ever, it breaks my heart to stay away, I can not help wanting to hold you and whisper what I say. American Soldier Our line of soldiers remembered as the best of the best in their work. They want to be necessary and depends To save all we love from the crowd. They risk their lives for liberty Standing firm against the desire to break the bad. To be part of something bigger than themselves are willing to sacrifice everything you need. Thank heaven for Heroes thank you God for the heroes of life that leads us to overcome those who are not. The wise are grateful for all the blessings of God, where not realize they are stupid. U.S. grain is to train people whose land the government to exercise its right to vote. Everyone has a chance to participate and thrive when they arrived on foot, by plane or boat. Our freedom is based on the law of the land Our future depends on our sand. Our past has known good and bad, and our mistakes we are willing to admit. The grim of heart hate America and choose to put his wonders to shame The devotion of most who love and live here Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame. THE LONELINESS OF WAR I know I’m still here so far, far away I am fighting for what I believe is right. I wonder why you and your mom every minute of every day and night. The loneliness of war can drive you crazy if you do not receive letters of concern from home. Left, right, front and rear, death awaits those leaving heart at peace. We pray that God will be saved to return home or live here after. Bloody men of earth-covered, we see every day what we want for those moments of laughter. The faraway look of a fallen comrade while he remains with her until the end. No mother ever carried her infant more closely, we have a friend. Many have their own personal diaries To help keep their faculties together. Watching hot steel crash into the flesh of man is always at home seems far better. I became an expert at dodging, weaving and diving, so try not to worry too much about me. Just help your mom and get out of the ground And while I’m gone all you can be. Slaughtering, processing, and unrestricted warfare the Japanese had not lost a war since 1598 Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition (twice as an infantryman with the U.S.) with five days rations and fearless determination. Men in uniform clumsily wrapped Brown since his childhood had been taught to die for the emperor and the country was one of the greatest of all glories research. In addition, hardware support has been impressive as snipers were correct up to a thousand meters or more. Their ships were faster, more weapons, torpedoes best aerobatic maneuvers and plans of unparalleled quality, and punctuation. Only the war for the slaughter, processing, and unrestricted America can overcome and win. Again America must stand firm to survive we must face a new monster from hell. VIETNAM soldier of the rain I’m just a soldier who was standing in the rain My memories of home are what me sane. Home is a land of milk and honey Ruled by lust and love of money. But what I can tell, when to serve its true For I volunteered to see through this war. Now I’m here, is hard to believe that we are the victims of those who cheat. As night falls on the rice fields of Viet scary men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm. It is thousands of miles to the steps of my church with stained glass, steeples and lost souls looking for. In the distance I see a light bombs dropped on children at night rainbow. I saw that the evil they call the yellow rain And how life withers when it is sprayed by an airplane. All my friends have taken touch football will never play. Zip in their body bags for the long journey home are some of the bravest I ever knew. War is hell, designed by the man died in the sea, sky and earth. Lord, I can not help but wish I go home with my love, I hope that you are alone? DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day, I’m so glad you love my mother and take time for us every day. The last time we played baseball You reached for me with his hand. I’ve watched, then made a vow that could be just half the man. I love my father of this earth and I love my Father in heaven. A large part of my love, you know Because I’m only eleven. Mom and I miss you Since you left to defend our flag. When others are wondering where is your father can not help but brag. Bullets and barbed We awoke at the crack of the rifle to mortar rounds hit the ground nearby. The shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags saved a lot of us who do not want to die. Heat plain envelope hit the ground and resume our fortified hill positions. We have killed so many the stench made us sick, while we struggle to live and not by emotion. Barbed wire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll as tracers of red and green lit the sky. Soon, I was the last GI left When napalm caused my enemy to fry. From the sound of our helicopters firing of the enemy retreated to the caves and trees. So I yelled: “Thank you” to heaven above I found my friends on my knees. I managed to survive the day Though many I served with a name that I read in the stone wall carved gloss black are my comrades in the war, among the dead. KOREA 1950 UN soldiers fought and were forced to hide behind sandbags protected by rings of barbed wire. Many died that IM has been kept out of the attacks of 810,000 Communist troops. Our guys used phosphorus, flamethrowers and napalm, because without these weapons could not survive. The Communist-led charge by the horns to the UN could begin is the offensive line. In the battlefield of death and misery Many froze their hands still attached to their arms. While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags City boys, farmers, students, parents and children. With a million and a half dead or wounded Both sides burned a truce before generals involved. July 27, 1953 And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was resolved. WORLD WAR IIWAR When the war was fought and took more events beyond our control. The madness of men can change the land that feeds the roots of his soul. Many things will forever change much to be desired. As the wrath of war starts to destroy things to fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state and common sense. Any scourge is more preferred than that which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change and all those who die are a symbol of the rage that must run its course before the words of peace are spoken. Send Our Troops ship had sailed before the dawn Surrounded by the thickest fog still ignorant of our destination or what was written in the journal of Captain. It did not take long for me to see Our cruise is not for fun An experience of a lifetime with nowhere to go. Twenty knots per hour held white cap has exceeded ten thousand young Americans to Europe to die. A sailor told us not to worry One day we’d get our mail. Uncle Sam would do so not matter how you surf. Thirty meters I tried to sleep under the waterline, the boat just the place for claustrophobia to enter my head. My favorite was my May West jacket I wore all the time in the case of German submarines, or in a submarine mine. Thirty-three days, we were at sea, crossing the equator twice. Many years have passed since those years of sacrifice. Many brave men lived before now cried bravery and unknown by their face. Lost somewhere in the distant night Till a poet describes their grace. This is the true value is indicated by the scene without witness what might be able to face the world without all or part. How great the brave who rest in peace All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country, but its best ones to be brave from birth. PEARL HARBOR Sunday, December seventh in 1941, While most of Hawaii still slept, Came the planes of the Rising Sun. Waves of bombers and fighter aircraft flew on the decks of Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground “Banzai” was spoken from his lips. The winds of war blew across the oceans of our earth Though not till Pearl had been bombed Did we achieve what is true freedom. Wars are fought and won on two fronts at home and in the line of battle. Both are equally important When war consumes our heart and mind. The attack brought us the Second World War with the death, pain and separation. All those who had served were well aware of his sacrifice for the nation. CONFLICT The conflict is sometimes more difficult to deal with is much more glorious victory. The tyranny is hard as hell to defeat When it raises its head throughout history. War never leaves a country as it was when the neutrality is a word count. As the murderous hands of man himself is to blame for all those who left. D-DAY THE WALL Over two hundred guards to “The Wall” A stone cliff about a hundred feet high. Some of them went all the way to the top While others fell and perished as a result of his fall. Those who earned more, had answered God’s call for men to stop evil once and for all. They fought against the Germans and destroyed their weapons to save the lives of our parents and children. So many years have passed since the future of our world was saved by brave men. We can not forget the hell that happened before the sky blue once more. D-DAY D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict that both eclipsed the end of the dream of Hitler. Landing the biggest fight ever joint Although the blood of both sides flowed like a river. When their boats hit the sand, the ramps came down and all that on a visit to hell. They jumped to benefit their country and kill the enemy without fail. They fought against the Germans, tides, winds and waves in a position that is not easily predictable. In the evening, the battle was on our side with the courage, bravery, death, and men shouting. The bodies referred to the beach for five miles Though heroism had won. With thousands of dead and wounded who remained were determined to stay. They face great difficulties and has decided not to protest and won the war that put evil to shame. Most came home, married and raised their children, but they do not remember pain. MIDWAY June 1942 was the 4th when I was floating in the ocean alone The ship had sailed, sank to the bottom and I thought I would never see the house. The Japanese fleet steamed to the east with the intention of capturing Midway. While weapons were arrested by United States vessels to which the war, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day. Throughout the night, I saw the fireworks of war and the second day they turned up the heat. Basically Hawaii bombers dropped their loads on Japanese ships soon removed. An imperial pilot came floating close by that had been bitten by animals in the sea I could not help but feel passion for this is the man who answered his call, just like me. When it was over, pulled me from the depths of men in a lifeboat just after dawn. For two days, I saw the battle of Midway is now calm and the enemy is gone. SURVIVAL wandered all night and was losing my hope before the moonlight, I saw the earth. I ran over and through the reef from the beach, which I quickly softens my footprints in the sand. All I had was my dagger and a canteen and it was May 4, 1943. Just me alone on an enemy island was not a safe place for a sailor to be. I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat If that’s what was necessary for me to survive. I have already said many times Thank “God” was the reason he was alive. Out of the Shadows, a voice herd two men laughing and talking in a language not mine. Gradually I came to camp in the case of what they ate, he would soon be eating. I stabbed them both and took the fish, rice and wine ran my back on the raft on the beach. Soon he was floating in the ocean again, and quite far from where the bullets could not reach. The following day was taken up by a team of aircraft who discovered sailing in the air. Once inside and safe, I cried like a baby to death is always there. It was hard to believe that heaven let me live a farmer from Kansas, high school last year. My girlfriend is blond and she hates I’m gone Even though I am a veteran of the battle, death and fear. OKINAWA Okinawa was to be our last stop before the invasion of Japan. The largest landing of the Pacific war that our soldiers ran across the sand. At first, our seamen were just opposite, but on the fifth day hell they found. A solid wall of human resistance to fire their weapons in caves in the ground. The air power and heavy artillery have little effect on a cliff high carved in limestone. It took man against man to remove the bullets pierced flesh and bone. Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes out of transport and warships. As the Imperial Air Force struck our fleet Cries of fear and hate spewed from the mouth. One hundred ten thousand Japanese By the end of the battle were killed. Over twelve thousand Americans died before, just our flag flew over the field. Battle of the Atlantic after the fall of France in 1940, the Germans soon began their own blockade With most their efforts in the Atlantic in hopes of reducing the flow of trade in wartime Britain . With fast as pirates captured merchant ships in the Bismarck Sea, had little luck. The small German navy sank a ship after ship until the British Navy destroyed war novel. Shipping losses from German submarines have increased and the Battle of the Atlantic seemed lost. But soon the United States went to war to defeat the enemies of freedom at any cost. Multitudes are dying and their families cry Before World War II was fought to the end. What a waste of humanity, who had lost his mind, but now, our enemy is our friend. ITEM true words that describe my love, I speak from my heart. May we always remember how you feel right through the conflict we are forced to participate. Nobody can say how long they will last a lifetime is not eternal. However, most expect to be blessed by the love to our casting. As the fear of battle bites my flesh My thoughts of home keeps me sane. There is no guarantee that I’ll survive, but anyway, I shall serve without shame. If the cold hands of death reach me, I pray that my soul will awake from his sleep. At the voice of God told me that my mind has chosen to keep. Then try to remember while I’m gone or the people who most need is you. I will fight like hell to stay alive at home to the love I knew. Prisoners of war When you become a prisoner of war realizes he has lost his freedom and the guy with the gun tells you what to do what you yearn for freedoms you had before. Her will to survive keeps him alive even if sometimes you wish you were dead. Torture beyond any normal mind and there is no security, even in bed. Bullets, barbed wire, searchlights and sharp teeth to keep them in a place does not want to be. The food is pretty awful, and sometimes it moves and you have no choice of what they hear or see. The lucky are released and return in your dreams Though your purpose is not secure. War may be hell, but confinement is worse because you’re never what you do. Fourth quarter GENERAL Headquarters All hands man your battle stations! Sunday morning, December 7 that the war facing our nation. We quickly realized that this was not a drill, but it was a real war. Noting the death of friends and colleagues is more anger than fear she feels. Japanese warplanes came flying at low altitude, so I pointed the gun. On the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl Damaged, but the crew still ready to fight. I saw the face of a pilot who crashed into the black smoke and fire. Some of my bullets found their mark. By His death was but my desire! Two 1323-killed in battle less than two hours. With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone Japan has demonstrated its naval power. The bombing and strafing of ships and troops caused our Congress to declare war. When more than one man gave his life to fight against the flag, country and more. KENNEDY = The war years PT-109 After the attack on Pearl Harbor, he requested sea duty in the war. When John F. Lieutenant Kennedy became known for his bravery and more. In the dark hours before dawn, August 2, 1943. Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat through the darkness of the night at sea PT 109, Solomon was on patrol with a crew of 12 men on a boat cons-plated. A Japanese destroyer made its way through the night Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half. Two crew members disappeared a third was severely burned. Kennedy was thrown across the bridge when the pain of his leadership he has won. Some of his men had never learned to swim as he met the front float. The hours passed, he seemed to say that sank then became an island and here’s how. He ordered those who could swim The others were taken on a beam. Kennedy took the injured sailor And they walk in the ocean current. With clenched teeth vest straps Skipper Kennedy swam burning man three miles. 5 hours after everything he did in spite of their difficulties, sharks, and tests. The next problem is how to help meet without attracting the enemy everywhere. After several attempts swimming to other islands Finally, two Indians in a canoe were found. Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut to be delivered to a base 38 miles. The message did and they were saved and its value is still alive today. WORLD WAR I FLY-BOYS World War I gave us the fly boys who flew with the seat of your pants. Many of them never return to war while others survived by chance. Their planes were mostly canvas and wood fire, bullets, bombs and poison gas. Each driver has to use his own rifle, fur scarf and goggles of glass. The airmen had no parachute to escape their burning plane. Many were forced to jump from his death or inflections shot in the head. Blimps where known as battleships of the sky The roar of their engines have been a source of fear. They flew so high they were difficult to hide in the clouds over until approaching their targets. tracers were first used in aircraft guns to fire airships. The sky became the highway of death of the man with the duty and the honor of driving the desire. Fly-How many children have lost since the days of the Great War and more? Where do we get these good chance that the rest of the increase in the battles of the war? The Civil War in 1860, life was good until the day easier. The North wants to save the Union, the South chose to break. America was torn about six hundred thousand deaths. More than four years of war, women without husbands cried. The sad reality of the civil war that has been left at the end. Too often, the evil acts of men destroyed both enemy and friend. The problem is that, once begun there is no peace or compromise. Total victory must be proclaimed before the anger would leave men’s eyes. Destroy anything that contributes to the enemy was the cry on both sides. Anything to get the win when death was riding. The men in black uniforms old, were submitted to the Union. They fought and died for their freedom and rights they have earned and deserve. Lifestyles would forever change For all those who survived the war. He ended as it began with sadness, anger and more. Both sides have asked God himself and said a few words of the Bible. The prayers of both has not been answered by all parties involved are responsible. Kansas FRONTIER Coronado, in his quest to find gold for Spain was the first European to a green plan Kansas. The explorers and traders from France. They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced. At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the night, two men near the river named Lewis and Clark. Many Indians, driven from the east refounded in Kansas, where the buffalo feast. Thus, more than a cowboy decided to stay was not very long and most Indians were forced to leave. When Missouri joined the Union slave states equaled the free. Where is the vote of Kansas, the Congress was eager to see? The Heart-Landers were bleeding, their cities burned as invaders of the slave states tried to impose their will. The solution of Lawrence was sacked by a mob revenge came John Brown, who would kill and steal. Kansas joined the Union in the Civil War. After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man. Cattle trails met the railroads, and pushed across the state. Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate. The time of colonization is long gone, but the sunflower is still here my childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo with the deer. BLACK POWDER BRIDGE A rider hands his papers to mail me, they are instructions from Robert E. Lee. I am told is time to stop the movement of troops in the line of Rock Island. I gather my men and ship loading powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents, the sun slides for the brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight. We capture a bridge before the moonrise Yankees who are here will soon fly. The evil of war feeds on my brain when you light the fuse to destroy a train. Above us a trestle of timber and tar in pulling oars on a willow. Banks of the river, the approach we shadows of soldiers in the windows of a car. With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear that you hear screaming in fear and fall. The river is boiling in steam, steel and have their families back home as soon sing funeral hymns. The only survivor is a standard red clasped his neck and freed from the mud. How to travel on his chair under the stars that shine I pray for forgiveness and peace of mind. The war is a lesson again want to learn When man has that fever to murder and burn. Lord, Please forgive me what I did to all those who have silenced some mother’s son. FEAR guns fever are full of molten metal from the earth. Soldiers are looting and burning our town. The fever of fear runs through my veins like too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains. Smoke from hot barrels around four thousand muskets volley their sound. All my colleagues have left a bullet more shouting, then stumble and fall. Even the little boy who carried the flag Now he is dead as he clings to that rag. Cars with the trail of blood of the wounded on the ground of death and destruction are easy to find. The Generals are crying because they can not bear the loss, but it is the soldier who dies on his feet. Horse hooves are pounding on a wooden bridge, as sunlight is reflected in the blades of their swords. Quickly hide in the roots of a tree where the land has eroded and there is only room for me. At night, I’m off to the cover of fog, then down the river, as I want to record. Songs of their victory, ring all night, but the cold and muddy water, I see their Firelight. It reminds me of my old country church where the preacher spoke of the Word of God in his holy view. This seed of all conflict began in a cave where the man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave. THUNDER guns in the ground are the cries of a distant song The battle lines are fit and there is little time to pray. musket balls fell like hail from heaven I’m full of fear, because I do not want to die. Beyond this hill is a terrifying noise, it is the music of the buglers and there’s thunder in the ground. Fast Horse Soldiers have developed their swords. They are shouting and screaming and charging up the throat. It is difficult to imagine how to do it through what they are hacking and shooting the boys in blue. Then come the soldier men are on their feet every time a fall, my heart skip a beat. There is a storm in the soil due to death, dust and smoke My throat is so dry, I could not drown. The fury of the battle is bound to set the time most of the fighters lie dead on the ground. At nightfall, the bearers are afraid to seek all wild hogs eat the wounded and I can not stand the sound. Come dawn, digging ditches for all the brave men and lifeless, after quoting the words of our Bible praying heaven lets them in. When the neck chain SLAVERY slave The other end is attached to you. Your heart and soul are corrupt and the evil will do. No government should exist for long Who’s people are not really free. Although worldwide there are people who are blind to how life should be. All you have to enslave others live in their own hell after death, will join his master in this part of the sky fell. But until then we will fight and resist to put them out of their chains. And those of us who may die first from the sky to watch and pray brother against brother in becoming officers, young men from West Point bonded like brothers. Even tenants in the Civil War transformed friend to foe that many cadets chose to serve others. Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought were led by graduates of the gray line. Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another to kill and plunder the virtues of the time. More than six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed Not counting multitudes of people. Cities, farms and countryside were devastated before our Union has been restored to a nation. The LITTLEST SOLDIER nine years Johnny Clem, who was only four feet high fled from Ohio to answer the call of his country. He joined the Union and soon became a drum to test the weapon he carried was more than a toy. Armed with a sawed-off shotgun, cut to fit every time a rider rebels tried to inch his sergeant stripes title and silver medal His comrades offered him hot coffee in your water heater. The Northern newspapers, a pleasure to publish their stories of nine year old boy who won glory for their country. THE BATTLE The moon is sky high and perfectly round, as it emphasizes the beauty of the land in dispute. Life is a journey where the traveler is free. Then there is a life sentence and you. carnage tomorrow we will survive if we can. The death and mutilation of the hand of man. Some are confronted with the absence of respiration. While other Charge into the face of death. That race in the battle and pray that all Hoping somehow We pass God’s test. His flag Flugelhorns crowd red and blue, highlighted on the dust covered uniforms of gray. Bitterly fought to kill our enemy as the battle raged in the heat of the day we expose our volley after volley fire with thousands of bullets have shattered the flesh. Blistering sweat rolled down their faces as all the tunes of war by bugles were blown. There was a sound of his stick in barrels As each new minieball was loaded and fired. Some shot aimlessly into the smoke while others are aimed at the worn and tired. The balls are everywhere like the Fourth of July is our enemy has kept Sharp rise. Suddenly he broke and ran in scattered groups have fled to the forest. From behind the protection of a wall of piled stones, acclaimed winner or just sitting with A all of his friends and enemies as the wounded the surgeons were caring. Soon the war was over and I survived despite their brutality on trampled ground. From boy to man who became Although still in the night, I hear the sound. Pale Water American East Coast was colonized by the British as Indian rule began to recede. After many battles, have lost their land overlooking the power of the white man and greed. In the years to come as a leaf in the water, the Indians were swept by the white man. The hunters and pioneers pushing westward brought death and disease in the world. With the white settlements came the fur traders followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and shape tools. None of this has enabled Indians to survive Who chose to wage war and break the white man rules. Many treaties were made, than to be broken by those who are hungry for land, timber, furs and gold. Prospectors arrived to plunder the land and farmers, the Indians said. The fight continues in the western prairies to the mountains and across the desert sand. Indians proved formidable enemy that the two sides fought from afar and from hand to hand a. Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry in search of fame and tribal disgrace. But instead he and his men were massacred by hostile Indians painted on his face. Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge Canto warriors danced till Sitting Bull’s death. Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee, where many Indians who have obtained their sad last breath. With their fighting spirit completely broken and their ancient tribal customs disappeared forever. Proud Indians were moved to reservations where their great history, once in the life of the song. The hinge HISTORY The hinge of history changes in all directions that the events of the past are put in writing. From all that has happened since the beginning of man has been lower than in waiting to be found. Babylonians kept chronicles the history of Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. Greeks had no confidence in the future at all Believing is repeated errors doom his glory.

 

The Christians have added a new dimension to the story while waiting for the return of Christ on earth. A tragedy in progress on the man and the belief of God all are created equal value. Some have asked why the history of the study encourages us to live simply in the past. When we forget history to repeat its mistakes in the wake of humanity is cast. The Alamo The leaves of poplars stood motionless as outside the walls Santa Anna’s horde closed in. A small band of Texans watched and waited Preoccupied by combat and how life would end. The battle lasted from one building to another until the chapel of the old mission was the last to fall. Over 180 Texans died fighting for the man to never give up, surrender or crawl. Six weeks later, Sam Houston joined forces with “Remember the Alamo” as a rallying cry. Attacking and defeating Santa Anna’s army to win independence for Texas or die. ” The Spanish word for “cottonwood” is “Alamo” once popular name for the mission. Today, thick-walled old chapel is preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition. GENERAL WASHINGTON Once in command, fought the British in Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights, overlooking the Great Britain in their thank you that his men pointed their gun sites. The British commander had but one option to sail to New York to renew the fight. When the forces much more quickly in English were driven men to Washington in mid-flight. They went to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson River in the retreat with the British forces in the pursuit seems that George was doomed to defeat. When winter seems to have stopped the fighting That’s when Washington crossed the Delaware. On this Christmas Eve when Hesse Trenton were surprised and unaware. He whipped the British at Princeton, where the victory of his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown train their troops to fight in the spring. Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown But the British were the victors and the dead from both sides covered the ground Americans were blessed early spring When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, with the help of the French marched in stride. Fighting continued in the north and south as the king’s soldiers devastated the land. Washington was in great despair Act aid for his weakened command. Their prayers were answered by 5,000 soldiers and a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled Cornwallis at Yorktown, which went on to play drums victory. Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of fighting and the conditions of its end was signed and settled. Washington wanted to retire to his home, but his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support they believed that “he,” by God, has been sent. All poems

 

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EACH OF US MUST KNOW YOU PERSONALLYEach of us must know You personally –As friend or father, counselor, mentor, guide –Someone we invite to come insideThat we might be Your witness literally,Even of ourselves, though we may die,Resurrected only eye-to-eye. KINDERGARTEN GRADUATIONKindergarten graduationIs the end of a beginning. Now we start the numbered grades,Dancing through the years of grace. Ends require celebration,Rituals of well-earned winning,Giving kids the accoladesA dancer needs to keep the pace. Rejoice, then, in the raw sensation,The shyness bursting, rapture spinning. Eventually, the glory fades,Nor can it run so long a race. I MUST ACCEPT BUT CAN’T WHAT CANNOT BEI must accept but can’t what cannot be. I see you and my heart dissolves in pain. You are not dead, but you are dead to me. What happened to our love’s a mystery. I rummage through our empty past in vain. I must accept but can’t what cannot be:That someone else now shares your off-hand “we,”Now feels your tender tongue all feeling drain . . . You are not dead, but you are dead to me. I cannot lay aside my agony:Again, again I play the same refrain. I must accept but can’t what cannot be. And yet I know this tortured ecstasyIs just my way of holding you again. You are not dead, but you are dead to me,And still I cannot bear to set you free,That of our love some remnant might remain. I must accept but can’t what cannot be. You are not dead, but you are dead to me. FROM THE DISTANCE OF OUR SEPARATIONFrom the distance of our separationI see the whole of which I was a part;I see the way my temper tore your heart,And then the love beneath the laceration. I see the landscape shaping our relation:Your fear that I might choose with little art,My anger at the dreams you would impart,The ancient paths that lead to confrontation. But knowledge needn’t linger in regret,Nor wait upon some wind to clear its sky. We are none the worse for what is gone. The moments that I never will forgetAre those whose careless grace must make me cry,Safe within a heart forever won. HERE AMONG THE SAVAGESHere among the savages we ambleApart from those not designated dear,Pleased to watch and wonder as we ramble,Playing with what else we’d have to fear. Yes, we are aware of what our game isEven as we hide behind our smiles,Arrested in perceiving what our shame isSo long as custom clings and faith beguiles. There’s neither love nor joy but in a gambleEach must lose before the stakes are clear,Revealing what, unknown, the heart reviles. PASSION IS THE WINE, AND LOVE, THE GLASSPassion is the wine, and love, the glass,As ritual reserves the times for drinking. So life gathers dignity and mass,Sustained by scripts that free the mind for thinking. Our love waits upon the white-robed table. Vintage holy fills our hearts with joy. Elijah comes, that wanderer of fable,Restoring what the wide world would destroy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM, FROM YOUR DEAR DAUGHTERHappy birthday, Mom, from your dear daughter!As you would put me first, so I now you,Pleased to have this chance to change the order,Pleased to please your heart in all I do. Yield, then, for this day the joy of giving;Be a receiver temporarily,Inverting your accustomed way of living,Returning soon enough to normalcy. The interim, I trust, will be a pleasure,Happy to the undefended root,Delight too deep to monitor or measure,A retrogression one can only treasure,Yet know too well the years have rendered moot.