TO OUR FLAG

I love this. Beautiful poem.

FULL OF ROSES INSPIRATIONALS

Ruby red, the color of the stripes He bore
Draped across, waving glory, at attention I adored
White Crystal color, were the stripes and stars
Displaying his presence and light
A symbol that lights up the night
Ocean blue the water that cleanses our souls
The back drop to the stars we’ve come to know
His banner over us, flaps in the wind
I hear the words, the little boy said
One nation under God, as his tears fell
For his father he lost, fighting for our freedom
It’s the reason a hero is declared
Prepared for us the life we now live
What one lifes sacrifice can give
I see a symbol of God, laid over his father
As to say you are honored
He gave His life for us, as did Christ
The ultimate sacrifice and glory
Leaving a longing, a pride that pushes us through
What he…

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Grandad

I can’t believe February 19th marked fifteen years since my beloved Grandad passed away. I still haven’t gotten over it, and still cry all these years later. He was taken too soon… I’m no poet (and certainly don’t claim to be!), but this is for the most wonderful man I have ever known.

It’s hard to believe how much time had flown by,

I had no idea that your time was nigh.

The guilt I carry has struck me to the core,

I wish I had the chance to see you once more.

I’ll never forget that fateful day,

A call to tell me you had gone away.

Why did you go Grandad? I wasn’t ready,

You were the one who held the family firm and steady.

Personality and kindness; your light shone bright

Your death came as a shock, you had lost the fight.

I flew to Jamaica, hoping it wasn’t true,

But it was, and there was nothing I could do.

I saw you for the last time, laying there, still

I love and miss you Grandad, forever, I always will.

❤

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

~ Maya Angelou (1928-2014)