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Veterans Day

November 11th, 2007 at 7:43 pm . by beto_ochoa

For every hero on the stage

On parade or in the grave

With medals pinned and glory flags unfurled

 

 

The humble serviceman by scores

Packs the caissons, Guards the doors

Sails sea and sky across the troubled world

 

 

Comrades in arms they share the call

Who stepped across that line for all

Knowing well that fate might call their name

 

 

They crossed that sword mark in the dust

For freedoms sake and God they trust

And did it not for fortunes gold or fame

 

 

So on Remembrance Day give thanks

To veterans past and current ranks

And Praise Eternal God that they were there

 

 

Oh quiet heroes, every one

Without your hand, naught would be won

Pray our acclaim, the purest badge you wear

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some wore green, a poem

November 9th, 2007 at 3:39 pm . by murderofravens

This Sunday, November 11th, is Veterans Day. This poem is dedicated to all those who have served in time of war, and to their families who have suffered the pain of their loss.

Two by two and four by four
The brave young men all marched to war
Some wore green and some wore blue
And each one had a job to do.
All she could do was stand and wave.
She told herself she must be brave,
That surely he’d return to her
And married they would be for sure.

Her true love brave in battle died.
With his last breath her name he cried.
Buried under foreign sand,
Never to see his native land.
She swore that with her dying breath,
If not in life, then fast in death
She would be joined forever more
To her true love who died in war.

She journey’d half a world away
To find the place her love did lay
With spirit steeled and visage grim
For that was all she’d left of him.
This thought alone consumed her mind
And yet his grave she could not find.
Until one day, so near despair
She met a man with long gray hair.
Bent and lame, a soldier old
Whose eyes still glittered, blue and bold.

“No more to weep, no more to cry
I know the place your love does lie.
I say to you by heaven above:
None fought so brave as your true love.
He was gallant, loyal, brave and true;
With his last breath he cried for you.
Just beyond that rocky hill
Lies your love buried, cold and still.”

She slowly climbed the hard terrain
Beyond which her true love was lain.
And when she finally reached the top
She felt her quickened heartbeat stop.
For there as far as she could see
Were gravestones to infinity.
All bore these words upon a plate:
“This one was sacrificed to hate.”

Past countless headstones carved the same
She ran and wept and called his name.
Long she searched, and long she tried,
Not finding him whose name she cried.
Too many deaths, too many tombs,
Too many graves that held the doomed.
The silent stones forevermore
Will keep her love who went to war.

Stephen P. Smith

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Wednesday Open

October 17th, 2007 at 8:48 am . by el nuko

Beto sends a new poem


Winston

Into the looming dark
My old friend Winston gazed
“Come hither friend and see the light!”
He said with finger raised

So straining hard and squinting then
I saw a glimmer spare
By and by it closer came
Soon it would be here

It seemed so much a phantom
Floating there upon the mist
But as its bearing yielded not
I saw his sat’ric twist

The light was firm embedded
Upon a giant of wrath
And there on either side of me
Were rails that bound its path

I turned to see my world of love
In peril dire and dread
And wondered why I tarried so
When I’d much warning had

Dear Winston tried to make a point
He did so as a Tao
That sometimes peril come as light
And recognize it now

For soon your group enlightenment
May be your abrogation
There’s never peace where justice fails
And giants presage your nation

by Beto_Ochoa


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“the+greatest+campaign+finance+scandal+in+American+history” Hillary Rodham Clinton

September 30th, 2007 at 10:00 pm . by el nuko

Updated and Bumped
Momentum is building. Google hits 1,680,000 entries for the phrase “the greatest campaign finance scandal in American history.” Hillary Rodham Clinton is now at the top of the heap. Keep it going folks!
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“the+greatest+campaign+finance+scandal+in+American+history”

“the greatest campaign finance scandal in American history”

greatest-campaign-finance-scandal-in-american-history.jpgNow that this phrase has been published by a respected member of the MSM, and, as such, is now in the LexusNexis search database, it seems appropriate to associate that phrase with the person to whom it refers: Hillary Rodham Clinton.

I received a ping from FReeper “Spirit of Allegiance” this morning which pointed to an article which featured our pal, “Dougfromupland.”

The article was in the San Francisco Chronicle’s on line edition. Here is the introductory paragraph of the article about “the greatest campaign finance scandal in American history.”

In his other life, Douglas Cogan, 59, is a San Bernardino County commercial real estate broker. But for years, the conservative Republican has spent thousands of hours painstakingly researching what he calls “the greatest campaign finance scandal in American history” by a woman he calls one of the most dangerous political figures the country has ever seen - Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Since it appears that Google has enabled “google-bombing” again, I thought it might be interesting to get the phrase, “the greatest campaign finance scandal in American history,” permanently associated with Hillary Rodham Clinton. That is the purpose of this post. And, if any of you bloggers out there want to join in, just copy+paste this post at your blog, or pass it along in the comments section of your favorite blogs. The more the merrier. I’m going to track-post it to Linkfests, and post it at FR and Hannity. I’ll also activate every tag I have ever used to associate it with this post. Heh.
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Immolatus est, a poem

August 9th, 2007 at 5:08 am . by el nuko

I wrote this poem and posted it on my own blog when my son was deployed to Iraq. He’s home safe now, but there are still thousands of American soldiers over there, fighting and toiling so the Iraqi people may someday know what freedom is. This poem is dedicated to them.

Your room is as you left it.
The football jerseys of your heroes,
hang in your closet mutely awaiting your return,
forming a tapestry of red, white, and blue.
As the hour moves to vespers,
the dying light stains the glass,
the room glows red and gold.

In a land where the cross is kept always well hidden
you march the sand, while ever silently behind
Mohammed walks arm in arm with the black robed reaper,
carrying your blood in a grail of iron they balance between them,
waiting to cross your path and claim you for their own
as they spill your blood upon the sand.

The dying light illuminates the rosary and Bible you left behind,
not permitted in the land of Mohammed,
the land of wailing sand and wailing prayers
where you have gone to fight for someone else’s cause.
For it has always been and ever shall be
the bodies and blood of the Young that are sacrificed
to the hatred of the Old.

–Stephen P. Smith

Comment posted by Donald Douglas
at 8/9/2007 11:31:01 AM

Thank you for the poem. I’m glad your son is doing well, and I appreciate his service.

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 8/9/2007 12:31:53 PM

I hope to see a poem about his returning home safely, a much more mature young man, and that it will be as bright and cheery, as this poem is dark and sad. Obviously a snap shot of how you were feeling at the time.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 8/9/2007 2:14:11 PM

I never understood why my mother worried about me in service until my kids grew up. Then I realized that even though son’s outward form may be adult with bulging biceps and tattoos, he’ll always be my baby that needs protecting and nurturing (grin). What is funny is that he now feels the same protectiveness towards his momma.

Comment posted by Beto Ochoa
at 8/9/2007 2:52:00 PM

I’m pleased to see more poetry here. Mor, a fine poem that creates an illustration in the readers mind of your reality. Some parents lack or have lost such a connection. That is one of the saddest things in humankind.

Comment posted by Beto Ochoa
at 8/9/2007 2:54:29 PM

PS
I read a great novel titled “Old Mans War” where, in the future, the old folks fight the wars and the young folks stay home to breed and build.

Comment posted by Tammi
at 8/9/2007 6:36:43 PM

Thanks for the poem. It brought tears to my eyes. I am grateful that your son served and ecstatic that he made it back safe!

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 8/9/2007 8:00:16 PM

US public sees news media as biased, inaccurate, uncaring.
Hmmm…have I been knocked over with a feather, or affirmed?

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