Quotes about flag, page 77
Well of desires
When the problems, the pessimism, the unwillingness,
or the bad humor try to suffocate me
I just need to stick out of the window of my soul.
There is in my interior a marvelous garden
where the most prized remembrances
multicolored aromatic affections
comforting hugs,
landscapes of my learning by the life, inhabit.
The laughters fill of music the air
with thousand amusing tonalitys
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poem by Belquis Barés
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100 days as Medical College Dean (D)
My anger is all gone;
I am not just alone;
It is a newer dawn
That I see every morn!
My friends may turn now foes;
And add to my new woes;
With foes as friends, life goes;
I have little resource!
To me all are equal;
‘None are perfect, ’ I tell;
Sometimes, I do well yell,
Ask them to go to hell!
The poor shouldn’t stay so poor!
They must be given care;
I pray for their welfare;
But I’m just ‘earthen-ware’!
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poem by John Celes
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Bring The Dawn!
i am the page earmarked
by an angry god,
the end of tired thought,
the beginning of passion.
i am the spirit of fire,
setting buildings ablaze...
the bell ringing,
in the ancient tower.
i am the dark skinned lover,
who comes in the night.
the sharpened axe,
the hammer of dawn.
i am the eyes of hunger,
and the voice of need.
i am the weight of conscience,
the trench dug, and feet planted.
i am the smell of the heart,
you cant wash off your hands.
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Past the Almighty Commander
I hear soldier’s boots
marching rhythmic
and they past in rows.
There’s no marching band
that accompanies the slow march,
just a bugle
that sounds melancholic.
The minister says his words
and I hear: “he’s now with God, ”
and something of dust to dust
The last trumpet’s notes
catches my ear
and there are some rifle shots
that I hear reporting.
An Orange, white and blue flag
is folded around the chest
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poem by Gert Strydom
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I Celebrate You Before Any and All
I celebrate you before any and all:
possessions, places, persons,
whether earthly or ethereal,
familiar or foreign.
There is no distance I wouldn't travel,
no fortune or flag I wouldn't surrender,
no one I wouldn't hesitate to leave behind.
I'd transgress the all corners of the world:
with no navigator to direct my coarse,
pockets eternally empty,
if it brought me closer to you.
Fine and smooth as flour your body,
my comforting blanket of breathing clay.
My head is a glass overflown,
brimming with intoxicant images of you.
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poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Olive Tree
Save for a lusterless honing-stone of moon
The sky stretches its flawless canopy
Blue as the blue silk of the Jewish flag
Over the valley and out to sea.
It is bluest just above the olive tree.
You cannot find in twisted Italy
So straight a one; it stands not on a crag,
Is not humpbacked with bearing in scored stone,
But perfectly erect in my front yard,
Oblivious of its fame. The fruit is hard,
Multitudinous, acid, tight on the stem;
The leaves ride boat-like in the brimming sun,
Going nowhere and scooping up the light.
It is the silver tree, the holy tree,
Tree of all attributes.
Now on the lawn
The olives fall by thousands, and I delight
To shed my tennis shoes and walk on them,
Pressing them coldly into the deep grass,
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poem by Karl Shapiro
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A Day Like Any Other
Such insignificance: a glance
at your record on the doctor's desk
or a letter not meant for you.
How could you have known? It's not true
that your life passes before you
in rapid motion, but your watch
suddenly ticks like an amplified heart,
the hands freezing against a white
that is a judgment. Otherwise nothing.
The face in the mirror is still yours.
Two men pass on the sidewalk
and do not stare at your window.
Your room is silent, the plants
locked inside their mysterious lives
as always. The queen-of-the-night
refuses to bloom, does not accept
your definition. It makes no sense,
your scanning the street for a traffic snarl,
a new crack in the pavement,
a flag at half-mast -- signs
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poem by Lisel Mueller
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Tim Tebow Poem = Why I Love America
I love America because she’s beautiful and free
More than any place on God’s Earth.
She stands for justice and liberty for all
As her citizens prove their failure or worth.
Ever since George Washington rode off to war
There have been patriots who have pledged to serve.
They suffered the rage of combat, death and pain
And it’s our admiration they’ve earned and deserve.
It’s up to America to set God’s Heavenly example
Of how humans should be free, successful and live.
It’s up to us who desire to keep her free and forever great
To promote her goodness, kindness and willingness to give.
Display her colors and run up your flag
For all to see what being American stands for.
Let others know just how much you love her
By your servitude, protection, devotion and more.
poem by Tom Zart
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The Blind Side
To what courage do we fall
Lest we not hear our commander’s call
Fool nor folly, we must not judge
To our mortal enemy we hold a grudge
Though doubt clouds our mind
No order shall we decline
Reason gathers dust
Since the day we sold our trust
For God and country we march on
As battle cries invade the dawn
Doves stop singing as bullets cry
No shield upon us, only rusted sky
For honor we must die
And high our flag must fly
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poem by Alfred Ramos
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The New Arrival
THERE came to port last Sunday night
The queerest little craft,
Without an inch of rigging on;
I looked and looked—and laughed!
It seemed so curious that she
Should cross the Unknown water,
And moor herself within my room—
My daughter! O, my daughter!
Yet by these presents witness all
She ’s welcome fifty times,
And comes consigned in hope and love—
And common-metre rhymes.
She has no manifest but this;
No flag floats o’er the water;
She ’s too new for the British Lloyds—
My daughter! O, my daughter!
Ring out, wild bells—and tame ones too;
Ring out the lover’s moon.
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poem by George Washington Cable
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