We are a People…
We are a people of strength,
because we are a people of faith.
We are a people of courage,
our faith rests in the Lord.
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We are a people of kindness,
our love comes from above.
We are a people of joy.
In God we trust alone.
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In good times, in bad times,
we are a people of soul.
For when darkness clouds our day,
It is He who restores our soul.
Today, I sat to write a post and I had nothing. My mind was blank, my heart felt heavy. As I was ready to close my notebook and throw the pen, the image of a soaring eagle crossed my mind. Then, I wrote.
Eagle’s Flight
Land of the Free
Land of the Brave
Beloved soil, beloved grave.
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Sadness, despair, chaos everywhere
Tumultuous times
Ungodly affairs.
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The eagle lands
Its tired wings
Signs of derail, never defeat.
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A little while, a tiny rift
Its wings will flap
Its heart will heal.
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Above the land, throughout the seas
The Eagle soars
In flight now, stronger it is.
From the Ashes
From the ashes Eagle soars
plumage burnt,
through the fire it has flown.
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In its beak, an olive leaf
In its heart
titanium shield.
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As lion it roars, as lamb its soul
Made anew through the storm
Diamond eyes, beak of gold.
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Beacon of light shines to the world
Stronger than ever
its grip has become.
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Freedom and hope it found way above
Under God, one nation
Under God, one soul.
Truth to light
The eagle soars
New rebirth, a brand-new home.
From the ashes
new spirit rose.
Evil and lies
Burnt up, exposed.
Once the cold weather starts, inevitably, I think of Jack Frost and the old cartoons depicting the old man with long frosty fingers, so I wrote him a poem.
Jack Frost
Jack Frost all dressed in white
evil fingers freezing the land.
Dark winter, time has stopped.
On the land, hell just froze.
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A prayer broke the mountain ice
A ray of light appeared above.
The host’s descent cold evil melts.
The land is thawed, is free once more.
October is almost here, and with it, the Halloween decorations start appearing in stores and homes. When I was a child I loved Halloween, and as an adult, I enjoyed making elaborated candy bags for the neighborhood kids, as many as a hundred bags, and many times, all of them went before 8 PM that day. I enjoyed seeing the little kid’s costumes, and in the back of my mind I always picked a favorite – the winner for the day. I dressed up for work on a few occasions – alien, ninja, enchantress … Although I don’t celebrate Halloween anymore, (my views of the celebration have changed considerably), I think most people enjoy dressing up for it, and enjoy the day with their kids. In lieu of it, I have decided to post a few four-line poems, quartets.
White Lies
Coward surrounded by white
Eagles left behind.
Rotten soul hiding behind the mask,
slowly decaying, festering in lies.
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A Broken Touch
Not Midas, nor gold
Broken is the old man’s touch.
Chaos, disarray, disdain …
IT brings forward a broken world.
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The Boogie Man
Everything he touches crumbles,
taste of decay and desolation.
Lonely soul awaiting fate
Days run short, darkness engulfs him.
A Halloween poem.
Of Mice and Bats
False hero has fallen
entwined in lies
pricked by the spikes of his creation.
Have a Happy Fall!
Not your typical Autumn poem
The Fall
Master of Lies
white walls crashing
Autumn of the righteous.
A poem of the times.
Blood and Metal
You can break my skin
but you won’t break my soul
A second, a pinch,
my freedom lies within.
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Blood against metal
Machine against soul
These bones won’t break
These eyes won’t shut
Free Will is in my blood.
In God’s Image – A poetic Rant
When you call out inclusion, I am insulted; I believe I am a part already.
When you want to lower standards for me, I am underrated; I have high standards.
How can there be equality when I am being set apart as being different or less than by the same policies that claim equity?
Your policies are intended to keep me down, but I have never seen myself as a victim.
I am made in the image of God, and in God I trust.
Inkspeare 