Quotes about flag, page 69
Leavings
Leavings
On the railway platform, trains leaving, white
steam, suitcases and a throng of thousand eyes.
Worried humanity and relieved ones too; to be
free of oppression he is leaving to seek work far
from here. Men in uniform looking important
carrying green and red little flag, waving one of
them and blowing a whistle: All onboard! ”
I dislike departures there is a change, nothing
will ever be the same. People walking home in
silence, words have lost meanings. lies have
been told dignity and pride have been sacrificed
in the quest to look happy; the night is endless
full of unanswered questions that streaks through
the night avoiding answers
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Vaporization
Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor
brought the climate change for a flag which flew
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started
selling its salt to land sharks.
These days I am becoming introvert. The needles
have become blind, cannot stitch the god given
sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded
at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion
of a truth.
I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid
mate who set my skin blue after I drank her
proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the
bones for a glow of death which comes when
you give away your life for a pink sun.
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poem by Satish Verma
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The Song Of The Kasak
Kazak speeds ever toward the North,
Kazak has never heart for rest,
Not on the field, nor in the wood,
Nor when in face of danger pressed
His steed the raging stream must breast!
Kazak speeds ever toward the North,
With him a mighty power brings,
To win the honour of his land
Kazak his life unheeding flings-
Till fame of him eternal sings!
Kazak brought all Siberia
At foot of Russia's throne to lie,
Kazak left glory in the Alps,
His name the Turk can terrify,
His flag he ever carries high!
Kazak speeds ever toward the North,
Kazak has never heart for rest,
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poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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James Longstreet
With muffled drums and the flag that was furled
With the cause that was lost, when the last smoke curled
From the last old gun, at the last brave stand-
His soul marched on with the old command;
And the step was slow, as they bore away,
To await the eternal muster day,
Their old-time comrade, lost awhile,
But loved long since for the brave old smile
That cleared the way when he only knew
His ways were Gray and their ways were Blue;
And if for a time, he walked alone,
He's all right now, for 'Longstreet's home:'
Back to his old command he's gone,
With Lee and Jackson looking on,
And cheering him back to the ranks again
With the Blue and the Gray all melted in.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Landsoldatens Hjemkomst
Det er som en Festdag hver evige Dag,
Vor Landsoldat kommer tilbage.
Fra Huus og til Huus hænge Krandse og Flag,
Folk juble fra Gader og Tage,
Hvert Laug har sin Fane, Musiken er med,
Og Hurra og Jubel hvert evige Sted.
„Nu komme de! hør fra Voldene Skud!
Saa sunde, saa prægtige see de ud!"
Hurra! Hurra! I herlige, brave Soldater!
De komme med Blomster paa Hat og Gevær,
Et vandrende Foraar de ligne;
Gaae ind imellem dem, tal med hver,
Det er de Mænd, vi velsigne.
De stred og døied og udholdt som Faa,
Og vide selv ikke, hvor store de staae.
Den fineste Frøkens Rosenmund
Kunde kysse Soldaten i denne Stund.
Hurra! Hurra! I herlige, brave Soldater!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Don`t Join The Army!
Don`t want to go to a strange land and have my ding dong shot off by
a nutter with a towel wrapped round his head who sits in the back of
a Toyota pickup; don`t want to look like a billard ball with a body
who runs about and sings nowmybrainisdownthedrain.Hate to listen to
national anthems which sound as if they are composed by Arnold Schoenberg
and played by Miles Davis on speed; hate being told what to think and
who is right or wrong.And I really don`t need a name like Captain
Bombthemall-Beastly....
So to all politicians and generals...
Stuff your flag up the Khyber Pass, stop playing God and go home and read
Robert Browning in the garden - you`ll feel better too.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
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poem by William Butler Yeats
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God Bless America
God bless America
God bless our flag
With those stars and stripes
It is much more than a rag
God bless the soldiers
Who fight for his land
Protecting others rights
He needs your helping hand
God bless the children
All across this land
They need our protection
Until they can understand
God bless the Angels
That show at our darkest hours
May they help many more
With Your guidince and Your power
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poem by Norman Hale
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Hole in One(golf)
As I approach the beauty of the waving blades marked with golden stakes
I feel the gentle breeze brushing through my hair standing on the overlooking mound
The power rushes through my hands as I pick up my powerful staff to tame this green beauty
I swing my staff with all my might at the unusually round white evil of the average man
As I forcefully strike evil and watch, it soars gently through the air
It slowly lifts towards the heavens but is just as slowly denied and falls to the final battlefield
Softly landing on the forbidden grounds it shakes a white flag at me signaling submission
Finally I have won I have been accepted in to God’s green heavens
poem by Mike Birdscratch
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The List!
i came to age
in the land of Nixon,
and J Edgar Hoover....
when if you even breathed
the truth you made the lists,
the lists that no one saw!
from the America of LBJ,
the slaughter of the Kennedys',
and Martin Luther King....
and open war on the students
at Kent State who dared to stand....
against an unholy war....
civil rights, flag burnings,
draft card burnings....
women's rights, and change....
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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