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Help Me Here | | ....... by a grand jury. is it me? am i the only one who sees? most nations engage in war if left to their own device. our choice-less children sent .......... |
Maybe Some Day | | ........ i'll miss. i hope he feels better. after reading that letter. he was hurt so bad. now i am sad. in the war in iraq. i really hope he comes back. | | << <Prev 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| | | Patriotism September 11 Poems: 131-132 of 132 |
Patriotic poems are found in our national
anthem, pledging allegiance to the flag, and many of our most
popular patriotic songs are all poetic. We show appreciation of
services our men and women in protecting our freedoms and honor
of our country. Poems on nationalism preserve our history and
on a personal basis we also save the memory of loved ones that
served our country through patriotism.
One’s love for their country conjures
emotions of loyalty and pride for one’s country. There are lost
love poems, family poems, and many other narrative works about
country, national affairs, and war that are shared with others
of their country’s heritage and glorify the nation’s
accomplishments. In preserving and keeping the memories of
loved ones that served in the military for one’s homeland, one
reflects over their work to preserve one’s pride for their
country in patriotic poems.
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Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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