My Honor
I take
great
pride
in my approach.
Reduce
my honor
I become
a meer
vapor in life.
My honor
when
tested
must
endure
lifes storms.
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Life's Wilderness
LIFES' WILDERNESS
Traveling
through
lifes'
wilderness.
Many
thorns
along
the
journey.
Leaving
behind
a veil
of tears.
Tangled
after
thoughts
of you.
Leaves
cover
the
pathway.
Causing
me to
lose
my way.
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Until You Were Gone
On this journey
of lifes' secrets
a stain-glass window
cracked.
Dreams were shattered.
I grasped for
your hand, but
it kept slipping away
The winds of
life kept howling
jerking at you until
you were gone.
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Who Else is Going to Protect You.
Who else is going to protect you?
Who else is going to hunt for you?
Who else will die for you?
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,
Who else is going to cry for you?
Who else?
Who else will mourn for you?
Who else will fight?
Against the white mans might,
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,
Who else will wipe your tears away?
Who else will pick up the broken pieces?
Who else can see?
Who else can feel my pain?
Will we ever be the same?
Will our hearts ever heal?
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,
Who turned our world upside down?
Who was it who bought us down?
Who was it who scorched our ground?
Who was it who saw what was coming?
Who saw the darkness coming?
Who saw the image of the buffalo fading?
I am a Cheyenne dog solder,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,
Visions and dreams haunt me,
Starvation,
Concentration,
Reservation,
Deprivation,
Our spirit can’t be broken,
Our language is still spoken,
Our pride indestructible,
Our treatment unspeakable,
More promises broken,
I-am a –Cheyenne dog soldier,
Ready to defend,
Ready to die,
I carry with me honor,
Pride,
Courage,
Generosity,
Wisdom and humility,
My vision of a Cheyenne dog soldier.
Osceola Birdman Waters.
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Che Fece
For some people the day comes
when they have to declare the great Yes
or the great No. It's clear at once who has the Yes
ready within him; and saying it,
he goes from honor to honor, strong in his conviction.
He who refuses does not repent. Asked again,
he'd still say no. Yet that no-the right no-
drags him down all his life.
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The Way That Honor Is
Honor, gold and praised
highlight of life
given to those raised
Honor struts about with the chest puffed out.
All of the achievements won
these past memories recalled and sway
Honor remembers what fun.
How fun it was to win the cause
to beat the challenge.
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Flags & Tears & Heros
' For every flag, for every tear, for every Soldier loss.
A pride for One's Country and Freedom rings in Honor and Glory.
To die for Our Country is the most Distinguished Honor.
To all the fallen Soldiers and their Families,
There is never enough Thanks and Salutes for the Honor You gave to this Country.
Your Life is precious to all and you will be missed and remembered.
Watch over us in your new Mission from above.
The Sun will always remind us for the scarify you gave, to make it shine so bright.
The wind is your soul to touch our lives. TY for All you did My Fellow HEROS! ! ! ! '
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The Bench and the Blonde in Black
His Honor walked into the shop
For of shopping his Honor was fond.
Did she blush? Did her eyes indicate shy surprise
In that slim little, trim little blonde?
Did his bachelor heart miss a beat?
Did she flash him a smile as she turned?
Did his Honor smile back at this vision in black?
Said his Honor, 'The case is adjourned.'
His Honor walked into his court.
Said the advocate, 'Shop-ladies lack
Much appeal, I submit, when these dark frocks they fit -'
Said his Honor, 'I like 'em in black.
Yes, I like 'em in black when they're blonde.
And I am not concerned with the cost.
It's a question of taste; and I've no time to waste.'
Said his Honor, 'Your action is lost.'
His Honor walked into the church.
'I will,' breathed his Honor, and beamed
On his blonde who, alack, was no longer in black,
For in ivory satin she gleamed.
Said the clergyman, 'Say after me -'
Said his Honor, 'My true wedded wife. . .
Er - at - sickness and health....and - er - all worldly wealth....'
Said his Honor, 'The sentence is life.'
His Honor walked up and walked down,
Sobbed the blonde, 'But you don't seem to care!
Why, my grey, pink and green are not fit to be seen;
And I haven't a rag fit to wear!
And you always did say I looked nice
In black suits? Twenty guineas? What fun!'
Then she smiled, kissed his neck, as he wrote out the cheque.
Sighed his Honor, 'Your suit, dear, is won.'
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Puddles
Puddles
are everywhere
the rain continues
to flood the green
valleys.
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To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan
I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,
Have heard the voice, and victory have won;
I honor you, who still by malice hunted,
Show miracles of faith and power done.
I honor you, God-thirsting soul so driven,
'Mid scorn and need the spirit's war to wage;
I honor you, by Gudbrand's valley given,
And of her sons the foremost in this age.
I do not share your faith, your daring dreaming;
This parts us not, the spirit's paths are broad.
For, all things great and noble round us streaming,
I worship them, because I worship God.
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Our Baby
A young bud yawns,
opens her eyes, wakes up
from her long nap, looks around
to greet the world in awe.
She must be nourished
daily for her petals to
unfold and share her beauty, glow
in the heart of her gardner
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Yes sir
Yes sir, great honor at stake.
It is fight to finish but not fake
Garlands, praises and controversy to rake
Then also pride and honor for country sake
Only sport to keep sentiments high
Well deserved victory to try
Do or die approach but nothing to feel shy
It is game and not gambles so not to ask why?
Let the sport be taken in sporting way
It can unite country with different say
Blessings for those who keep away
From all dirty tricks and no attention to pay
How many rise from their troubled sleep?
Always awake to witness and keep
The national sentiments to keep on top
It is the only way to keep tempo high and not to stop
It may be only option to keep world together
Let the burning issues not to worry or bother
Let us keep the destiny open for time to come
Enjoy it with enthusiasm and arms wide open to welcome
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My Spiritual Lover
When we met
you were the
one
I had yearned
for
loved in my
mind.
Dreamed of
sought your
spirit
everything
wrapped in
one package.
My heart
became full
of you.
being my
spiritual
lover.
having
searched the
boundries
of time
looking for
you
now I honor
your presence.
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Approval of Men
Praise from men, one may desire, but, honoring God is much higher,
As we honor God in all our ways, while lifting up to Him all our praise,
The praise of men can be a snare, so as believers we must be aware,
Of Satan’s dark deceptive ploy, in diverting our focus to rob our joy.
As true believers serving our Lord, we must serve Him in one accord,
With all honor and praise due to Him, Who freed us from a life of sin.
For all we are and all that we’ll be, is a praise to Him, who set us free,
As God has given to us a New Life, to praise and honor Jesus Christ.
All of our service is for God’s Son, Who alone gives life to everyone,
Christ alone dispenses every gift, which Satan himself desires to sift,
Wanting to sift believers like wheat, as the devil plans for their defeat,
As The Body he attempts to destroy, with the individual believer’s joy.
Satan gets us to put humility aside, as he begins to stroke your pride,
As he twists our innermost thought, temptation in our mind is wrought,
Wanting us to heed temptation’s call, so that he can see believers fall,
Hoping that you will fall from grace, while for Christ, you’re in the race.
It is not man, but, Jesus Christ alone, Who sits upon Heaven’s Throne,
And it’s to Christ that we must raise, all of our honor and all our praise,
Recognizing that we’re all the same, simple sinners saved in His name,
As it’s Christ alone in whom we trust, while all others will return to dust.
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Enduring The Storms of Life
A petal falls from a
flower
quietly to the ground
a tree limb dries up
breaks off, falls away
enduring the storms
of life..
Ships sail off to sea
enduring many storms
along the way fights
to maintain
returning to port,
enduring the storms
of life...
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Come My Butterfly
Come!
my butterfly
spread
your colorful
wings
fly
to me.
light on
my
flower petal
let us
bathe
in the
nectar.
Come!
my butterfly
let us
share
dreams
until they
become
one.
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You And I Together
When are
dreams
and
reality
ever to
meet.
My
basking
in your
presence.
Running
my hands
over your
body.
Touching
your soft
spot.
Enjoying
your
penetrat ion.
You
lying
in my
crevice.
Renewing
our love
vows.
You and
I
emerging
as one.
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Our Bond Of Love
Traveling
through
life's
wilderness.
Branches
and thorns
appear
along the
journey.
Leaves
cover
the
pathway.
Tangled in
after
thoughts
of you.
Leaving
behind
a veil
of tears.
Finally I
come upon
a clearing.
The sun
is shining
flowers in
bloom.
An amazing
search has
ended.
I touch
your face
clasp your
hands.
Our bond
of love
is still
strong.
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The Secret of the Rose
Rose, a
symbol of
beauty, purity,
power, excellence.
An emblem
of silence,
a tear dropped
brought
her into
existence
Becoming
a lovely lady
remaining closed
around the
heart, preventing
distress
a rare flower.
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Again Clouds
AGAIN CLOUDS
(cinquain)
Again
at last
clouds are gathering
the rain starts to
fall.
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Honor
we have lost our sense of honor.
honor's not something you win in
battle, not a crown for the victor,
not something you can build or buy.
honor is a way of life... and it begins
with respect.
we no longer respect the many forms
of life around us... hell, we're so busy
just trying to survive that we dont even
see life, much less know it!
every person, good, bad, or ugly, deserves
our respect... for they are merely in all their
glory, and in all their human weakness,
reflections of us... a part of us!
every form of life... dogs, cats, elephants, ants,
whales, turtles, trees, rivers, mountains...
deserve our respect... for they are a part
of us, and we of them...
so many of us are experiencing financial
failures, hunger, poverty, and distress...
and we feel like we've lost any sense of honor...
but a man and a woman's honor is not held
in these things...
it is held in the naked truth of what we do
next... whether we remain as self-oriented
islands, or whether we rejoin the sea and
the sky of life... together as one. only then
will we be an honorable people!
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