See the dawn’s
early light
on slate-sky borrowed
from a fractured night
Broader stripes
brighter stars
this perilous fight
so willingly ours
And the brave
came in throngs
and talked of rockets
and of silent bombs
In the pale
poisoned air
the breeze that concealed
our flag was still there
And the free
starved of breath
struck up the gallows
and clamoured for death
Here we stand
tribute sworn
hate is a hunger
so furtively torn
This is so moving
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Wonderful. Brings to mind a satirical rendition of the star spangled banner.
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Thanks, mate.
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Let’s just say it grew out of it.
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Was a time when light and the prism were bother and sister,became the colors of the rainbow. Hard faceted now, they stand unique. Bellowing at deafness they stand as shoulder to shoulder soldiers, each to their own cause. Death before dishonor I defend what is right for me. I told you as we strode the primrose path, what I believe works for me and you should believe it, let it work for you. Them and they, us and the others. There is no together to gather so let the broken cry in darkness and we shall drink their tears.
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My prog rock roots are showing…
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Friggin’ heck that’s good. Wish I was writing a book with you 🙂
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Hahahahahaha hahahahha. Bring it on.
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time enough well earned and the tale will tell itself.
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So it is, my friend.
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So brilliant. Am I wrong in guessing that you wrote this all in a rush of inspiration?
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Well and truthfully told.
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Not wrong, mate.
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Thank you 🙂
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Your poetry is like Ambrosia. ❤
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That’s a brand of custard over here so I’m gonna take that. Custard is awesome 🙂
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MMmmmmmm! 😉
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Custard….
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I haven’t had custard in ages. I’m trying to shed a few pounds before my daughter’s wedding. Ugh. It’s not going well.
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Hate is a hunger
Shall we stand and wait in line
Or shall we starve
Our furture waits as it is undecided
Still Hate drives some mens hunger they never want to eat alone
The one soldier in an Army of the few
He must decide
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He must decide
and take a look
to eat in hate
or learn to cook?
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That’s grim. But, no need to throw away the custard – in water it is negative thixotropic so you can walk on it. I’m thinking for the wedding? You could wear yellow and everything…
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This is painfully evocative. I also was reminded of the Star-spangled Banner in the lyrical rhythm of this piece. Given their foreign policy, I’d venture these ‘lyrics’ as being a more accurate fit, for dark times. Great work, as always, my friend. 🎈
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Shall we say it ‘grew out’ of the Star-spangled Banner. I’d have been more slating, but it plopped out this way, Plus national anthems hold a kind of mythical respect for a lot of people and it’s not mine to mess with. God Save the Queen on the other hand…
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God save the Queen ‘needs’ messing with, but then I’m no Royalist … 😉
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Sex Pistols already did a number on it. Can’t top that.
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Hahaha! Unfortunately I’m wearing wine. That way, if I spill any wine, it will just blend in with my dress. 🙂
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Score!
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😎
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I work in this place that made food to be reheated people would ask how should they beat up soup
I could tell stories
That would drive you
Up a wall
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Excellent. My head fills with my mind pictured! I had Pantera playing in my head as I read this.
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Miss you Jac! Got some tea and cookies? Visit my latest post before I delete it…meanwhile, if you have an extra cookie, give this blogger some love as she’s in the middle of trying to get a book deal on “INKITT” and doing quite well! The link to her book is in the middle of her blog. I find this very inspirational!! Here you go!
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Hahaha, I bet.
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The devil is always in the details. I’ve had a few days between assignments, but it’s hit and miss how much I’m on here atm.
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Gaaaaaaagh. Oh my lord, YES! Strike up the band, I have a ‘Mouth for War.’
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This is a true story use to get question like that all the time
I got another one for you the mother who lived in New York would call and
My son is sick and of course and he lived close to the store where I was working,the mother would say sent him some soup
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Man, humans are so damn odd.
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That’s not even half the stories,there were people who didnt want pennies
For change when they brought some thing,I work at this one where this guy was only around 7 ice,curbs in a glass I could write a book
About these people
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Stunning and full of truth.
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A great read for the wee hours of the morning here in San Diego.
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Ah, many thanks from a slate-sky Saturday morning in the uk.
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