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Conservative Leaders Gala

Conservative Leaders Gala
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The Conservative Leaders Gala honors the real leaders in our republic, the citizens. We recognize men and women from across the state who have stood up and stepped out by demonstrating real leadership in their neighborhoods and communities. 6:00 p.m. – Lone Star Leader Reception (Prefunction area outside of Grand Ballroom) – A chance for all attendees to fellowship with Empower Texans staff, fellow liberty-lovers from across Texas, and many Taxpayer Champion Legislators. 7:00 p.m. – Conservative Leaders Gala (Grand Ballroom) …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Ticketing & Sponsorship Opportunities: General Admission Tickets: 0 Table Sponsor: ,500 – Reserved table of ten at dinner, two tickets to pre-gala private reception, and formal acknowledgement from President in his opening remarks Patron: ,000* – All Table Sponsor benefits + VIP table placement + two additional pre-gala reception tickets (four total) Benefactor: ,000* – All Patron Benefits + two additional pre-gala reception tickets (six total) + gift bag from Empower Texans Team Sustaining Benefactor: ,000* – All Benefactor benefits + four additional pre-gala reception tickets (ten total) + two seats at head table Underwriter: ,000* – All Sustaining Benefactor benefits + two additional seats at head table (four total) *For more information on these sponsorship opportunities, please contact Sara Coburn at scoburn@empowertexans.com or 1-888-410-1836 ext. 704. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..The deadline to purchase tickets is Monday, November 26th. A block of rooms has been reserved at the Dallas Marriott Las Colinas. If you plan to stay overnight, you can make online reservations here. To secure the group room rate, please make your reservation by November 16. Table Sponsor – 00.00 Patron – 00.00 Benefactor – 000.00 General Admisson – 0.00

at Irving Convention Center
500 West Las Colinas Boulevard
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Conservative radio host leaving Anchorage station

Conservative radio host leaving Anchorage station
The Associated Press The Associated Press ANCHORAGE, Alaska Conservative radio talk show host Dan Fagan is leaving after seven years at KFQD 750 AM in Anchorage. Fagan announced the move Monday to Facebook friends. The Anchorage Daily News reports he did not say why he was leaving and neither did the radio station. Fagan also is publisher of “The Alaska Standard,” a right-leaning website about …
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Atlanta radio giant out to acquire large competitor
Atlanta radio giant out to acquire large competitor
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TCNJ radio: voice of Thunder
EWING — Roscoe the Lion of The College of New Jersey and Boomer of the Trenton Thunder engaged in the ceremonial deal-making handshake during a press conference yesterday just before sharing a friendly hug as photographers snapped pictures and the crowd applauded.
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Well-Known CSRA Radio Host Arrested On Drug Charge
A well-known radio host in the CSRA is in some trouble. Alan Wade Smith, 37, known as Jordan Zeh, on 95 Rock (WCHZ) was arrested Friday night, February 18th, at the Kroger on Knox Avenue, in North Augusta.
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Film festivals part of shift in conservative Gulf societies

Film festivals part of shift in conservative Gulf societies
ABU DHABI: In a stunning gold and black dress and the highest heels you’ve probably ever seen, Hollywood “A” lister Salma Hayek struts across the red carpet. “I really like it, and I take it very seriously,” she tells the reporters who are straining over the barrier to get a comment about her role as a judge at the Doha Tribeca Film Festival. “It looks like they have built a great home for arts
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Steelworkers want festivals, other events at Bethlehem memorial park to end
Members of United Steelworkers Local 2599 were upset recently when the park was rented out for the South Side chili cook-off.
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Will the liberal Texas Longhorns (from Austin) crush the conservative Alabama Crimson Tide on January 7th?

Question by Felonius Monkey: Will the liberal Texas Longhorns (from Austin) crush the conservative Alabama Crimson Tide on January 7th?

@ Liar – TCU is a great team, but Texas had a tougher schedule. They deserve a championship shot more.
@ Alex C – Lighten up. It’s just some good natured fun (and football!)
McDonalds – I’m a UT grad and an Austin resident. Believe me – it is most definitely NOT a conservative bastion.

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Answer by Invisible
Who cares?

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Todd Snider, “Conservative Christian Right-Wing Republican Straight White American Males”

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, San Francisco, October 4, 2009 (accompanied by Great American Taxi)

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Q&A: What conservative radio talk show host made a big issue out of the word “progressive” today?

Question by Sadcat: What conservative radio talk show host made a big issue out of the word “progressive” today?
Today, all of a sudden, the word “progressive” has become the conservatives’ all-purpose devil term to describe people they disagree with.

Which radio talk show host targeted that word today?

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Answer by dipstick
maybe they learned it from the democraps

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Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s = Poems of Christian Faith

Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s = Poems of Christian Faith

 

CHRISTIAN POET

TOM ZART’S POEMS OF

CHRISTIAN FAITH

 

THE HORNETS of HELL

The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.

They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.

Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.

Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.

The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.

The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.


MY FAVORITE POET

My favorite poet is God above

Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.

Not pied pipers of misguided souls

Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

 

Poetry is nature serenading in song

The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.

The wind through the trees and over the hills

And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty

The songs of children at play in the park.

The far off rumble of trains or thunder

As they pass through the night in the dark.

 

The joy of our babies first words and steps

The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.

The on going struggle to survive our sins

As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

 

My favorite poet is our Father of love

Who was first to know us before birth.

His poetry prolongs every thing we love

As His deliverance gives life its worth.

 

HEAVEN’S HEROES

Winning souls tend to change everything
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.

We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.

HEAVEN’S GATE

Lord I’m coming, Lord I’m running
Skipping steps all the way to your gate.
I know I have faltered, thanks to faith I’ve altered
Escaping my bondage of hate.

For too long I was selfish, reckless and cruel
Refusing to regret my actions as a fool.
An arrow from heaven found its way to my soul
Since then till now giving love as my goal.

Blessed by my children and the treasures of life
Blessed by income, hard work and a wife.
Led by your wisdom to combat what is wrong
Blessed by your grace, worship and song.

Age is upon me but I’m not afraid to die
All that I stand for will be viewed by and by.
I don’t expect a mansion or wings to help me fly
Only to serve you and yours in the sky.

With one foot in heaven and one down on earth
I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth.
If I’m forced to camp, just outside your gate
I will still be grateful and not, “hesitate.”

POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL

Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It’s their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith, and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they’ve never met before.

One merit of a poet’s work
Which most people cannot deny
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.

Their poems are used to convey passion
By composers of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky
But only poets will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

God has always had his poets
Who he watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.

JESUS IS A FISHERMAN

Jesus is a fisherman
Who saves the souls of man.
Dead or alive he leads the faithful
To the streams of promise land.

He sees us when we’re happy
He hears us when we’re glad.
He whispers words of hope to us
When we face something sad.

As wicked thoughts control the mind
Evil deeds control the heart.
Jesus is who we turn to
When from sins we must depart.

Jesus is a fisherman
Who baits his hook with love.
Casting his line in your direction
From the banks of heaven above.

THE DISTORTION OF MAN

We’re sought by Satan of that I’m sure
As he plots to derail our soul.
Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
He laughs at never-ending war.
He drools to conquer the hearts of man
Shadowing every window and door.

Tempting all with unclean pleasures
His success is weakness and desire.
We triumph only through the power of faith
Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

Goodness and evil illustrate life
Like the two sides of every coin.
Most can’t help but experience both
As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
The laws of heavenly command.
Without God’s armor and his grace
We become the distortion of man.

THE RIVER OF NO RETURN

Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.

True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.

Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.

Far to many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.

Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.

Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of  God in man
And  you’ll remain more civilized and clear.

THE FIRST ONE TO LOVE ME

The first one to love me was you; Lord
And nothing can take that away.
My soul is refreshed by living water
While my heart flows with love each day.

I thank you for the love of my family
And I thank you for the love of my life.
I thank you for all of the blessings
You give to each husband and wife.

Your glory rides high on the sunsets
Your voice is the thunder of rain.
I thank you for all of the heavens
And Jesus who came to be slain.

I feel when your eyes are upon me
As you listen to my humble cry,
You’ve redeemed the soul of your servant
To dwell in your mansion on high.

I’ll claim each and every promise
From the Lord of the earth and sky.
I’m so glad I’m free from my bondage
Of the grave where my body shall lie.

I thank you for parting the darkness
And guiding my footsteps each day.
I thank you for being my shepherd
You’ve walked with me all the way.

I know your armor protects me
From the devil in search of his feast.
And all who are lost without you
Shall dwell in hell with the beast!

DAVID AND GOLIATH

David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

David slew both with his knife and his hand
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord’s love for David was proven once again
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

The giant told David, “I’ll tear you apart;
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart.”
David yelled back, “I’ll soon see you dead
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!”

The worst of all men, drew high with his arm
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx
A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down;
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword, David chopped off his head
Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

JESUS

There once was a traveler who was driven out of town
On his shoulders was a burden that pushed him to the ground.
On his head was a crown made of thorns from a bush
And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.

They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill
There was a round hole the cross would soon fill.
They made him lie down upon that wood cross
There they nailed him to prove who was boss.

The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men
As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in.
Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew
And cried, “God, My Father, they know not what they do.”

They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth
If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth.
They wrapped him in loincloth when he was taken down
Then carefully removed his scarlet stained crown.

They placed him in a cave with a large, round, stone door
Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor.
Though it wasn’t very long, and the stone was rolled away
For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day!

DARTS OF THE DEVIL


The darts of the devil fly free on the winds
And sometimes they pierce both family and friends.
Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve?
When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, “leave”.

Ever since then, right up to today
The devil makes sure we’ll sin in some way.
Wear all of God’s armor, whatever you do;
Should the darts of the devil seek out you.

Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross.
Our passage to heaven was paid by his loss.
Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all
That Jesus is our Lord at his final call.

Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky
He’ll greet us with open arms when it’s our time to fly.
For our Lord awaits all who believe
And those who do not, shall be told to leave.

NIGHT OF NIGHTS

In the tiny town of Bethlehem
Born in a stable, an infant lie.
While he slept his first dreamless night
A whole universe of stars passed by.

When Jesus Christ our savior was born
Most of the angels began to sing
Of peace, and good will to all mankind
And hallelujah to earth’s new king.

There were those angels, who did not sing
For they had passed through the devil’s gate.
They knew this young lad belonged to God
And for them salvation was too late.

 

So let’s rejoice, and sing with great cheer
That night when Jesus slept without fear.
For our Lord’s birthday comes once a year
On that night of nights we hold so dear.

GRACE

The Son of God came to save that which was lost
To redeem our soul from the power of the grave.
Where the prisoners of death must rest together
Except for the spirits of the kind and brave.

The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools
And sinners who are unable to conform.
By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord
Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn.

By learning, loving, working, teaching, and prayer
We submit our years as a tale to be told.
The survival of life is our pilgrimage
As we tackle each challenge both young and old.

No one can be sure of how long they will last
Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be.
Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints
Everyone must some day bow down before thee.

From dust we were made and shall return
After life has brought us to our earthly end.
Though all must walk in the shadow of death
The righteous are promised they will rise again.


NOAH’S ARK

God saw that wickedness had fouled his earth
To a state it could no longer be ignored.
While grieving sadly he chose to destroy it
Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.

The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark
Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in.
Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width
Before the world he knew, would come to its end.

Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son’s wives
And two of every living sort, be with thee.
For with you I’ll establish my covenant
And all who are with thee shall survive the sea.

They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark
And waited for God’s waters to flood the land.
For forty days and for forty nights
The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man.

Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life
As the high waters prevailed upon the earth.
Every mountain and every hilltop vanished
As all within felt the power of God’s worth.

The waters from heaven were finally restrained
And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen.
God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him
To multiply, plant and fulfill his dream.

WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE


The wise listen to increase their learning
Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind.
The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge
For a soul without grace becomes confined.

Our knowledge can help us fulfill our dreams
Though most of the time with wisdom comes grief.
For knowledge removes our veil of ignorance
Exposing within the liar or thief.

A wise mind is a fountain of life;
To teach others it’s knowledge before death.
Wisdom is too hard for fools to retain
Who curse their fellows with spiteful breath.

Fill yourself with love and understanding
For wisdom makes the human face shine.
Knowledge is stronger than weapons of war
While on ignorance, fools continue to dine.

The words of the wise are heard in quiet
More than the loud shouts of screaming fools.
Wisdom and knowledge cause stability
In the lives of those who use them as tools.

We should shun with wisdom what is evil
And glorify with knowledge what is good.
Better is the gift of learning than gold
For by virtue we become what we should.

MIRACLES

Miracles are the extraordinary acts of God
If you don’t believe it, why pray?
Some say, they’re just happenings brought about by luck
Thus, superstition has led the rest of us, astray.

Woe to what the misinformed might think
Who claim their excellence is their own.
A wise man knows his gifts are from heaven
And by repentance, his gratitude is shown.

 

I believe in miracles for I’m alive and well

 

I’m loved by God, family, and a few good friends.
I’ve lived long enough to see miracles transpire
As one must end, another descends.

WHO?

Who wrote the tune the songbird sings?
Who made the diamonds we wear on rings?

Who caused the snow and rain to fall?
Who made spring, winter, summer and fall?

Who gave man a woman to love?
Who made the clouds and sky above?

Who lights the stars and moon in the night?
Who makes heaven and beyond so bright?

Who gives us babies we follow till death?
Who made us able to speak with our breath?

Who gives us heroes willing to die?
Who made the tears we shed as we cry?

Who shows us hope and guides our way?
The same one who loves us night and day.

THE ARMOR OF GOD

Put on the whole armor of God
And soldiers we shall be.
Fighting the powers of darkness
Who thirst for the souls of the free.

Through lust, they try to enslave us
And silence God’s voice in man.
With focus of faith we shun them
Avoiding the grasp of their hand.

Satan whispers his sadistic thoughts
In every language and every ear.
Tempting all with the sins of hell
Victims of misery, hopelessness and fear.

Eagerly plotting to disrupt God’s works
Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
The armor of God is our divine protection
Shielding every child, woman, and man.

THE MYSTERY OF PRAYER

Never be afraid to pray boldly to God
For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware.
Sometimes it’s hard to recognize God’s answers
But that’s just part of the mystery of prayer.

 

Some of the greatest heroes in history
Wore holes in the knees of their pants.
For without God’s grace and human prayer
Man’s survival on earth is by chance.

Surrender your soul and make time for prayer
Sharing moments with your Savior alone
He’ll shoulder your burden and give you rest
As the seeds of his praise are sown.

JESUS IS MY MASTER

Jesus is my master
I’m not afraid to admit.
All I had to do
Was be willing and submit.

He loves me when I’m bad
He loves me when I’m good.
He loves me even more
When I behave as I should.

He knows that I’m not perfect
He knows I’m guilty of sin.
He leadeth me to righteousness
And allows me to rise again.

FAITH

So perfect is nature, though not by man
It’s the brush of our master that paints the land.
The sun comes up and sun goes down
As in every direction God’s wonders are found.

The tide comes in and the tide goes out
Our faith in eternalness is what life is about.
Contentment depends on which path we walk
By daylight or darkness; our faith is our rock.

Our confidence and trust in a higher power
Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
Lets our Lord know we heed his call.

DIVINE INTERVENTION


I never write a poem
That doesn’t write itself.

I catch a buzz and come alive
Like a puppet off it’s shelf.

Hearing many voices
Whose words are never mine.
My pen becomes a painter’s brush
Forming visions on a line.

I seem to be a better person
When it’s time to sit down and write.
A higher power guides my hand

Sharing wisdom by day and night.

People born to create
Have no choice but to perform.
It’s the rush of sharing their gift
That elevates them from the norm.

What would our world become
Without intervention from above?
Angry beings in a revolving cage
With no sense of passion or love.

LUCIFER LOVES TO BAIT HIS HOOK


Jesus is our savior who whips the Devil’s hide
After death heaven awaits for all with him who ride.
Disobedience by believers was forgiven by his loss
The future of man was changed by his death on the cross.

We’re free to believe whatever till its time to say farewell
All who turn their back to Christ shall suffer the blaze of hell.
Lucifer loves to bait his hook and fish the pond of man
Once he has you in his net you’re the victim of his hand.

Some say not to worry for man was once an ape
It’s okay to hate, plunder, murder, lie and rape.
I choose to follow the Bible and observe God’s laws
Praying for the mislaid in the clutch of Satan’s claws.

 

JONAH

God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.

 

And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.

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Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s = Animal and Nature Poems

Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s = Animal and Nature Poems

 

CONSERVATIVE POET

TOM ZART’S

ANIMAL AND NATURE POEMS


BIRDS

The keeping of birds is part of history
How far back no one can know.
Once luxury pets of kings and queens
Or on the shoulders of pirates long ago.

Birds have remained on man’s menu
Though all can be tamed as a pet.
Chickens, ducks, geese and turkeys
Are served on the tables we set.

Noah sent a dove to find dry land
And it returned with an olive leaf from a branch.
God gave birds feathers for clothes
So in the elements they would have a chance.

The best way to enjoy wild birds
Is to attract them close to you.
Providing feed, water, bushes and trees
Is all a bird lover needs to do.

Birds are really quite remarkable
When left alone to do their thing.
We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage
And yet they continue to sing.

MAN’S BEST FRIEND

A man’s best friend is still his faithful dog
Who anxiously awaits his return home.
Where would man be without his canine love
When his human mates have left him alone.

If a man was as good as his dog thinks
He’d be more famous than a football star.
It’s too bad our wives don’t feel the same way
I guess its because they know how we are.

Man has no fear of his dog’s love for life
Though it’s usually man who buries his pet.
It matters not be they large or small
What animal has loved man more, as yet?

TREES

It’s hard to imagine our world without trees
Shadowed only by concrete and steel.
Thousands of products would soon disappear
Changing everything we see and feel.

No more baseball played with wooden bats
No more plums, pears, cherries or apple pie.
No more campfires to circle at night
And to pencils and books say goodbye.

Trees like people come from seed
Both drink breathe and consume.
They feed, house, and protect us
As they sweeten the air with their bloom.

Larger and older than any living thing
Far bigger then the ocean’s blue whale.
Some grow 350 feet tall,
Before falling victim to the nail.

BUTTERFLIES

Butterflies pass through four stages of life
During the last, they are able to fly.
Eggs then larva, change to caterpillars
Transforming to flying rainbows of the sky.

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
They are never safe even in the night.

Butterflies are the artwork of nature
Chased by collectors with their net and jar.
Labeled and pinned for their storage and display
As new specimens are sought near and far.

The next time you see some kept behind glass
Remember, they once glorified the air.
Their colors and grace generate beauty
As in harmony, their radiance they share.

HUMMINGBIRDS

The scent of roses, carnations and daisies
Draw to our gardens the hummingbird so fair.
Evoking the essence of nature’s living jewels
As the splendor of their plumage rides the air.

So graceful they fly with speed and direction
Products of creation that dazzle the eye.
A luminous vision of worldly wonder
Our most elusive visitor from the sky.

They’re the smallest of the small on feathered wing
Collecting with their tongues the sweetness of earth.
Enhancing our lives by their mere existence
A temple of beauty, endurance, and worth.

FLOWERS

My job is in the open air
And, Lord, I love the work I do
For flowers are my joy of life
Though their beauty belongs to you.

Your flowers are so lovely

 

Yet, I’m ugly, wrinkled and old
I’ve lived beyond my mortal span
As the days I have left unfold.

Your lilies are my pride of life
And many of them there be.
They’re worth a fortune, people say
Though money has little worth to me.

Their glory is my just reward
As their radiant heads they raise.
I dedicate them to you, oh Lord
With all my love and praise.

RAINY DAYS

Rainy days are a gift of life
As they water the thirsty of earth.
When nature sometimes weeps with joy
Like a father who watches a birth.

Rainbows of color arch the sky
As storms prepare to part
The sound of thunder shakes the ground
As heaven speaks to my heart.

When storm filled skies are dark and gray.
That’s when I yearn to strive.
Rainy days make some feel sad
But for me, I feel so alive.

GOD’S RAIN

Nature like man sometimes weeps with joy
As rain drops plummet and the living grow.
Soon there after its fair weather once more
With spectrums of color arching that glow.

Some day’s can’t help but be dark and dreary

 

A common fate which has been shared by all.
The earth needs rain to water it’s thirsty
And into each life some moisture must fall.

Behind storm clouds the sun is still shinning
So never give up when your sad of heart.
What mad sailors curse, poor farmers pray for

 

Cause without God’s rain all life would depart.

DAWN

The songbirds sing as skies turn pink
While the brightest stars fade away
One by one I watch them vanish
As the sun gives birth to the day.

The scent of dawn is so fresh
As flowers make ready to bloom.
The dew sparkles upon the grass
While the morning dissolves my gloom.

A flock of geese circle above
In search of some rest and a meal.
I watch them land upon a lake
As inside, how lucky I feel.

The moon’s still high upon its throne
As it orbits across the sky.
I know that I shall love earth’s dawns
Till the day in my grave, I lie.

TWILIGHT

Twilight skies turn orange, pink and gray
As the stars watch the dying day.
The winds of night now stir the breeze
While most birds roost the in trees.

The fireflies glide above the grass
As bullfrogs sing to torment bass.
Soon the moon will circle high

 

Beneath its cape of star-filled sky.

The twilight is first evening’s bell
A time of peace when all is well.
Another day has come and gone
Not to return until the dawn.

WINTER SNOW

Over the heads of all I meet
Falls winter’s life giving snow.
Upon the rooftops and the streets
Filling the sky and earth below.

Dancing, swirling, skimming along
Like the snows of yesteryears.
There’s lots of ice on the windows
As my lashes freeze over with tears.

It’s so cold; it’s too cold to snow
Yet the snow continues to fall.
The land is covered blanket white
As the winter winds wail their call.

There’s a red-hot fire awaiting me
That will thaw out my every part.
It’s not the glow of a fireplace
But the love that dwells in my heart.

FRUITS

In most all places where people live
Various kinds of fruits grow wild.
Which early man gathered from near by plants
Long before Noah was a child.

 

The remains of apples, pears, plumbs and cherries
Have been found in Stone Age caves.
Grapes, olives, dates and figs
Were placed within tombs and graves.

Fruit was consumed fresh or preserved
Dried by the rays of the sun.
To be eaten during the long cold winter months
Till the snow would melt and the rivers run.

Columbus took seeds along on his second voyage
To plant and cultivate wherever they would grow.
To be plucked and devoured by hungry humans
Instead of obtaining them from the forest of foe.

Today’s fruits are native of many different lands
Though most will grow where the climate is right.
They are picked and shipped by plain, train, truck or boat
To be enjoyed with delight.

ROSES

Three hundred years after Christ’s birth
Just south of Rome on fertile land
Grew the sweetest queen of all flowers
Roses cultivated by man.

The poet Horace once expressed
That roses were worth more than grain.
Seed fills a hungry man’s stomach

 

Where roses feed his heart and brain.

Flourishing in ancient China
Grown by monks for two thousand years.
Roses symbolized man’s passion
For envy, sadness, love and tears.

Nero spent fortunes on roses
Whose petals showered down on his guests
He wished to teach his subjects
That roses were an emperor’s best.

So take down your shovels and plant
Placing roses around your home.
For their sweet scent and great beauty
Are from heaven to us on loan.

THE SKIES OF NIGHT

The skies of night have a thousand eyes
Where the skies of day have but one.
Night’s black mantle covers us all
With the setting of the sun.

He who shares stars with a woman
Will have happiness at night.
Mixed with hugs and words of love
Their future together is bright.

Late at night, when most are asleep
And dream of another day
Those who stare at God’s moon
May say ‘thank you ‘ as they pray.

So, let us drink the wine of night
And feast on the silence of stars
While earth is bathed in holy light
And seen without its scars.

THE GARDENER

As flowers pop forth from the soil
And the birds begin to sing.
The cold north wind sleeps once more
And a gardener knows it’s spring.

Daffodils are always first
Sometimes before the snow shrinks.
Tulips are the next to bloom
With their reds, yellows and pinks.

Then come the purple iris
Whose scent makes men think of love.
Along with the sweet lilac
They give life’s romance a shove.

When I was young and foolish
I sowed my oats all around.
Now that I’m old and married,
I plant seeds and bulbs in the ground.

FLOWERS AROUND A HUMBLE HOUSE

The planting of flowers around a humble house
Does as much as a big smile on a common face.
Like those heavenly bodies aloft in the night
Which adorn with their brightness the darkness of space.

King Solomon spoke of earth’s flowers in the Bible
And that where they appear the birds begin to sing.
The voices of love can be heard across the land
And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing.

So till up some soil and be fruitful with seed
And behold as flowers rise from earth again.
For the sweet scent of blossoms invading the air
Fans the fires of passion in both women and men.

WHERE THE BIG ONES BITE

When I was young and before girls
I loved to go fish the river.
Creeks and ponds where alright to
Anywhere that would deliver.

Fingerlings four to five inches long
Are what trophies love to feast on.
Trout line or pole made no difference
Bate up and the fight was on.

Sometimes I would strike a fire
To help keep warm in the night.
Spring, summer, fall, I was eager to go
Wherever the big ones bite.

WINTER

The cold winds of winter play tunes with the trees
Though now they sound different when striped of their leaves.
Our warm days have gone and for spring we must wait
And all who are in love pray it won’t be too late.

The snow has piled high on the rooftops of town
As small birds huddle in the bushes they’ve found.
Everywhere are snowmen standing as guards
While children throw snowballs from forts in their yards.

Winter’s cold days are dreary and often cruel
But their hardships are used by God as a tool.
His reasons for seasons fit his grand plan
To strengthen the souls of both woman and man.

THE SIGNS OF SPRING

The signs of spring are for all to see
Letting the world know that nature sleeps no more.
As she awakens from her long winter nap
Living shoots of life sprout forth from before.

The robin can be seen hunting for a meal
As the gentle breezes urge the budding trees.
Soon fragrant blossoms will burst open with bloom
Attracting the eyes of creatures and bees.

Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill
While the fever of love hits the ground on the run.
There’s heavenly splendor wherever we look
As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun.

SPRING TIME

Easter lilies are in full bloom
As young men think of love.
Women can feel passion within
As they view the nesting dove.

Spring hangs her blossoms on the trees
Though winter’s moss is dry and dead
As their sweet scent invades the air
Blades of grass raise their head.

Spring will soon vanish with the rose
And summer shall scorch earth again.
Daughter of heaven, mother of all
Spring’s loved by both women and men.

AUTUMN

As cold autumn winds strip the trees
Melancholy days have arrived.
Most flowers, already are frosted brown
Though mums are the last to survive.

There’s lots of fog on the windows
As the shorter days lose their light.
The year has changed into its wine
When our days are shadowed by night.

Flowers, butterflies, trees and bees
Have all gone dormant ’till the spring.
Dead leaves rustle as children play
In the absence of birds that sing.

Winter to spring, spring to summer
It’s time for those fall symphonies.
The leaves all plummet to the ground
As the wind plays tunes with the trees.

KATRINA

Katrina hit like an atom bomb
Consuming the helpless in her path.
The waters of the deep surged forth

 

Flooding everything with their wrath.

 

The evil took advantage of absence of law
While the brave risked their lives for others.
The best and the worst was seen by man
Though many became like brothers.

May heaven show mercy upon the lost
Never to love, laugh, hate or sin.
God bless every man, woman and child
Whom we may never hold again.

STARS


Heaven’s stars are the works of God
The scriptures of his night sky.

 

After sunsets golden-red glow,
They ‘re there to captivate the eye.

No one can see beneath their feet
As heaven’s pearls ignite their souls.

 

To be as one with their maker
Is the highest of human goals.

Blessed be the candies of night
Which guide the sailors at sea.
Bathing earth with their soft glow
For all who love them, as we!

THE MOON

For thousands of years man has wondered
How the moon came into being.
As we look up at its ghostly glow
We can’t help but feel what we’re seeing.

King David watched his beloved, Bath Sheba
While she bathed in the moonlight so bright.
He fell in love and had to possess her
Then sent her husband to die in a fight.

The moon itself has shown to be lifeless,
Though it enhances the beauty of the dark.
The daily rise and fall of the oceans waters
Have followed the moon since before Noah’s Ark.

From the very first time man took refused
And peered out at the moon in the night.
Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
Have been committed in the presence of its light.

I don’t care if man has walked the moon
For most, it retains its mystic power
So turn off the TV and go forth in the night
And partake its beauty regardless of hour.

BESIDE LOVE MEN NEED FISHING

Besides love men need fishing
And for both, most are wishing
Catching trophies chosen best
To be envied by the rest.

Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye
If we plan to stir and fry.

 

Some use boats while others wade
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day
While life’s troubles fade away.

Most men feel they’ve everything
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake
We all pray our line won’t break.

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Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s = Quotable Quotes of Life

 

TOM ZART’S QUOTABLE QUOTES

THE POWER of WORDS

 

WINE

Wine was served at the Last Supper

And guzzled in King Arthur’s court.

Wine can make a sad man happy

And a mean woman turn good sport!

 

HEAVEN’S HEROES

All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

 

TEARS

 

Tears are a love-mates humble gift

When it’s time to say goodbye

Though the eyes are wet and swollen

With time and patience they dry.

 

THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.

 

THE GREATEST LESSON ONE CAN LEARN

 

The greatest lesson one can learn
Is how when loved, to love in return.
Remaining true both body and soul
Never loosing our common goal.

 

MOTHERS

 

Mothers have great big aprons
To hide from the world our flaws.
They kiss and scold when we do wrong
Teaching compliance of laws.

 

HEAVEN’S GATE

With one foot in heaven and one down on earth
I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth.
If I’m forced to camp, just outside your gate
I will still be grateful and not, “hesitate.”

SELF SERVING FOOLS


No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.

FOREVER MORE

I love to be loved in the morning
I love to be loved at night.
I love to be loved anytime
For love in the darkness is light.

 

LOVE AND LIFE

With one foot in the future
And one foot in the past
Let us try to live our days
As though each was our last.

FREEDOM

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!

A GOOD POEM

A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn’t need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.

HOW LUCKY I’VE BEEN

Wise men learn more from watching fools
Than fools do from watching wise men.
I should know for I’ve been both.
I can ‘t believe how lucky I’ve been.

BIRDS

Birds are really quite remarkable
When left alone to do their thing.
We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage
And yet they continue to sing.

 

FAITH

Our confidence and trust in a higher power
Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
Lets our Lord know we heed his call.

HISTORY

Some have asked why must we study history;
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistake
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

RESOLUTE

May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It’s up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.

FORGIVE ME

I love you and I need you
It’s a fact and not a lie
So if you plan to punish me
Say anything, but good bye.

FRIENDSHIP

Better is a good friend in the house next door
Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
To face all the problems of each fleeting day.

 

SPRING

Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill
While the fever of love hits the ground on the run.
There’s heavenly splendor wherever we look
As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun.

FLOWERS

King Solomon spoke of earth’s flowers in the Bible
And that where they appear the birds begin to sing.
The voices of love can be heard across the land
And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing.

LOVE & ELECTRICITY

Love and electricity are a lot alike
For we never seem to miss them till their gone.
We need both, every day of our life,
And even more so between twilight and dawn.

SMILE

The one thing that goes the furthest
Towards making our lives more worthwhile
Which costs the least but does the most
Is the sight of a friendly smile.

ADVICE

Those who wish to advise others
Should practice what they preach
For their pupils need inspiring
To listen to what they teach.

MY WIFE

Heaven won’t be heaven
If I don ‘t see you there
May the first to go
Be me, is my prayer.

FLIGHT

Nothing else man can conceive
Is more luring than God’s sky.
To be as one with the stars
Is the wish of all who fly.

TWILIGHT

The twilight is first evening’s bell
A time of peace when all is well.
Another day has come and gone
Not to return until the dawn.

EYES OF LOVE

Eyes that twinkle, I distrust
For they are the distant stars.
Eyes in love have a steady glow
Like Venus, the Moon or Mars.

MY FAVORITE POET

My favorite poet is our father of love
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs every thing we love

As his deliverance gives life its worth.

INTEGRITY

What Satan has planned for our harm
Integrity will transform to good.
Adhering to morals gives us peace
Teaching us to respond, as we should.

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.

PEACE


War is an emotional release for man
Practiced since the first stones were cast.
Could it be nature’s way of thinning the numbers
As the fallen are consumed by the past.

ORDINARY MOMENTS


Even ordinary moments
Aren’t the same any more.
Together we have so much
To plan, accomplish and explore.

DIVINE INTERVENTION

What would our world become
Without intervention from above?
Angry beings in a revolving cage
With no sense of passion or love.

 

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.

MYSTICAL JOURNEY

After death who will miss us
When to heaven we have gone?
Will family cry our name in tears
As in their hearts we live on?

WAR

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.

LOVE


Love, indeed, descends from heaven,
Like a shooting star across the sky.
Love sometimes stirs the dust
Till tears fall free from the eye.

FAME

Those who wish to be, not forgotten,
Just days after they’re dead and gone
Must write such things worth remembering
Or commit acts, worth passing on.

ROSES

The poet Horace once expressed
That roses were worth more than grain
Seed fills a hungry man’s stomach
Where roses feed his heart and brain.

SEPTEMBER 11th

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.

THE SEED OF LOVE

The Lord planted love within mankind’s heart
Though things can grow sour when from” Him” we depart.
Love and hate are but two sides of life’s golden coin
So be ready for both no matter whom you join.

CONSCIENCE


Our conscience makes us righteous
It’s a whisper of god in man.
For without it we’re mere puppets
Who dance to the devil’s hand.

SORROW


Sorrow is better than laughter
For by grieving, we’re improved.
Blessed be all who morn
Till from sadness they’re removed

OUR FLAG

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.

TROUBLES

Mankind is born from a woman’s womb
With a short life that’s full of trouble.
Faith is our refuge in times of woe
For without it our troubles double.

FRIENDSHIP

Better is a good friend in the house next door
Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
To face all the problems of each fleeting day.

WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE

The wise listen to increase their learning
Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind.
The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge
For a soul without grace becomes confined.

 

WHY?

The biggest question of life is “why?”
The wrath of man is always in season
Why is our world the way it is
Like a tragic poem without rhyme or reason.

THE MOON

From the very first time man took refused
And peered out at the moon in the night.
Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
Have been committed in the presence of its light.

THE ARMOR OF GOD

Eagerly plotting to disrupt God’s works
Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
The armor of God is our divine protection
Shielding every child, woman, and man.

POLITICIANS

Most of the time as a politician stands up
Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
Promising anything and everything to anyone
While posing to the public, to be on common ground.

 

LOVE  CONSUMES ALL

Love consumes all physical functions
Hearing, taste, touch, thought and smell.
It can heal, destroy, weaken or bond
Those caught in its presence and spell.

 

PASSION AND LOVE

 

Thank heaven for passion and love
Blessings from God to man.
Without them we’re mere creatures
Subsisting like ants in the sand.

 

SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME?

Should tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve
Our faith and our patriotism
Earn the freedom we deserve.

 

SATISFACTION

 


No one finds satisfaction from serving themselves
Contentment takes place, by our unselfish concern.
The more we repent and regret our wrongs
The more we are able to retain what we learn.

 

All Quotes By

Conservative Poet

Tom Zart

Most Published Poet

On The Web

 

 

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All Poems By

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Most Published Poet

On The Web

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You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 330 poems

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Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s 50 America at War Poems

Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s 50 America at War Poems

CONSERVATIVE POET TOM ZARTâ??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 whatâ??s right

No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

 

Evil seeks to destroy the good in man

And silence the memory of Godâ??s law.

Itâ??s up to the faithful to stay unyielding

Defending the liberty and justice of all.

 

Our men and woman who serve in harmâ??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 itâ??s hard to protect what is right

Sometimes weâ??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.

Godâ??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.

Godâ??s seed of goodness has delayed manâ??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 Americaâ??s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

Weâ??ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satanâ??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 â??hello we love you and your not alone.â?

 

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.
Itâ??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 hellâ??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.

SATANâ??S HORDE SHALL BE REMOVED

Overrun 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 evilâ??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 heavenâ??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 II

WAR

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.

DDAY 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.

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