Meuse-Argonne
Known simply as the Offensive of the Meuse-Argonne,
Unbeknownst to most, lo,300,000+ lost, at last, won;
Labeled: 'probably the bloodiest single battle in U.S. history',
Yet, it remains to all but those most learned, a mystery!
Waged by leaders like Pershing, Liggett and Gouraud-
All those they led, gallantry and courage they did show!
Our efforts focused outside of a town named Verdun,
Most would concur, this is where the War was won!
Americans, French, even Australians, fought side-by-side-
In this righteous battle against evil, they weren't to be denied!
Some just six weeks, though these would change the world-
In the face of unspeakable tyranny, freedom, again, was unfurled!
We shan't ever forget, lest you ever, of what occured-
These grounds are hallowed,15,000 heroes, still interred!
Maurice Harris,20 October 2009
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No Measure Of Recompense
No measure of recompense shall e'er requite
All you have given, yet, you seek in return, naught;
Ponderance of the gallantry with which you fought,
Truly awe-inspiring, your united, righteous might!
You honor us, we are humbled in your presence-
Our world, more secure, thanking your vigilance,
Defending us from all forms or manner of pestilence;
Daunting, mere thought of your seeming omnipresence!
With a polite, yet firm command of any endeavor,
You have formed a unity that none could sever!
A hero you are, to the world-in its vast entirety;
Loyal protector for all those in need, near or far;
To darkness you give light-as a bright, shining star-
Guardian of Freedom, Champion of Liberty!
Maurice Harris,22 October 2009
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Daddy Misses You, Dearly
Daddy misses you, dearly, as he wages a battle, righteous;
He has been wronged severely, and he might just
Need to teach a lesson, learned the hard way-
To all those responsible for all leading to this day!
Left a choice shall she be, out of a sense of respect
For both of you, and for the love I have in my heart, to expect
Any less or different from me, is to not recognize
All that makes me what I am-logical, loving and wise!
Strive have I to be the better person,
So as to not allow the situation to worsen!
Alas, I shall have done all I could, all I may-
The choice shan't be mine any longer, after that day!
As I surely have been burdened greatly by what she has done,
So too, shall I ne'er allow that she be let, from her actions, to run!
Maurice Harris,22 July 2008
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D - Day
The Longest Day”
June 6,1944
On those shores of Normandy
Those sixty-five years ago
There was an amphibious landing
The largest, this World would know.
Many thousands stormed those beaches
Although many, never reached the land
Washed upon, foreign sands by waves
Where, all those Heroes took their stand.
Named, Omaha, Sword and Juno
Gold and Utah, where they died
It was our foothold there in Europe
Which would not, could not, be denied.
To liberate those Countries occupied
By that terrible, Nazi war machine
Where People sought their Freedom
From the tyranny they had seen.
It made Hitler change his plans
To invade the English countryside
There’s no doubt it dashed his hopes
To, spread his rule, worldwide.
It began the march through France
Towards the Battle of Berlin
To the end of such an evilness
We hope, to never see again.
Today we Honor those who Served
All those dead and those alive
Although their numbers are dwindling
Our memories of them, will survive.
Four hundred twenty-five thousand souls
Both sides lost, before it was all done
In the Battle of Normandy
That began, that day, the “longest” one.
Del “Abe” Jones
06.06.2009
Scars May Fade
With an eye to the future, I must accept my past;
Lessons learned tragically will ensure they last,
That I may never forget what now is most prescient;
Though scars may fade, my anguish remains, extant
In a far disparate form than it once had;
Though, in the future, where I was once sad,
I shall surely brim over with jollity-
Yet shan't allow forget of this egregious inequality
That has so permanently altered my world;
As though into the path of a speeding freight train, I was hurled,
Without concern for my right to protection-
So, no, I shall not forget, e'en if correction
Is made, so as to make for proper redress;
This is something that my mind shall always address!
-Maurice Harris,24 May 2011
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Ebb And Flow
Emotions, like the ocean's tides, do ebb and flow;
One thing, however, will ne'er, from my heart, go:
Your deceit is causal to the lament I carry with me every day-
No matter of time, nor distance, shall e'er see this fade away!
Like none other has, or even could, you have absconded with my all;
Not shall I waiver or wane in my righteous battle, nor may this pall
From what I simply must do, for that which is far more important than I-
Until they are again with me, I shall wish for same, each and every nigh!
Your fate saddens me a great deal, yet it was of your own design-
Yet, there are consequences and repercussions for own malign!
I regret no longer what must surely come now, for you-
What you have done is inexcusable, no repent am I due!
May there only be for you, only what you know to be just;
May you find the humility you need, to learn the lessons you must!
Maurice Harris,10 December 2009
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The Birth Of A Nation
It started as nothing more than an inspired idea
In the hearts and minds of visionaries, who could not be more clear:
All of human kind demands freedom and craves liberty!
As Emerson once opined: 'So far as a person thinks; they are free'.
Divinely Inspired Prophets, who saw to God's Will-
These were men of highest altruistic aspirations, for a people that still
Needed to be convinced that this ideal could become
The 'One Nation, Under God' we would become.
A very poetic, yet decidedly luculent declaration
Was thoughtfully written-thus began the birth of a nation!
The question of collective desire needed first to be resolved,
So that any and all persons could be wholly absolved
From any blame for this audacious, unprecedented event.
The call was sounded to the States, unanimous was their consent!
In order that this idea meet with desired actualization,
Much blood was spilled, along with the realization
That this righteous battle shan't ever wane,
Lest the tyranny that preceeded it shall come again.
Countless times through history, man has cried out for same-
But not until that glorious day in July, in God's very own name,
Was a truly free nation before born-on our Independence Day!
Should we ever allow its wither, what would our descendants say! ?
'Freedom is the last, best hope of Earth.', said the Great Emancipator-
Should we allow its death, what did our Forefathers then pay for! ?
The value of same, which in the hearts of the courageous, shows:
There is no greater cause, as 'Freedom is the only law which genius knows.'*
Our celebratory stance upon this day should serve as further notice-
The resolve that we have shown before still lives, if need be, we will show this
In defense of liberty, wherever in the world it may be needed.
A cry for liberty in far corners of the world is surely heeded
Still, by a nation which believes that any threat
To freedom-no matter where-must be swiftly met!
Our independence was a gift that we need to pay forward,
As this is the only wish that all men should pray toward.
'Courage leads to Heaven; fear leads to death.', **
This obviates my choice, and will, to my dying breath!
*James Russell Lowell
**Lucius Annaeus Seneca
-Maurice Harris,3 July 2012
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Deeper Side
Ive found a reason to dig deep down.
Theres a part of you that I aint found thats in your deeper side.
Instead of wondering what I should do,
I tried to learn a couple things about you from your deeper side.
Show me your deeper side. (show me your deeper side)
Show me your deeper side. (show me your deeper side)
Show me your deeper side. (its a mystery)
That I would give most anything to see.
Theres a lot of things that I would know
If you would let me climb into your soul and see your deeper side.
Everybody always seems so pure,
Then they show you what their heart stands for in their deeper side.
Show me your, yeah. (show me your deeper side)
Show me your deeper side. (show me your deeper side)
Show me your deeper side. (its a mystery)
I would give most anything to see.
You think the world has got your number now.
You cry about it but you know somehow its your deeper side.
I heard you wishing you were someone else
But all thats stopping you from being yourself is your deeper side.
So, show me your deeper side. (show me your deeper side)
Please, show me your deeper side. (show me your deeper side)
Oh, show me your deeper side. (its a mystery)
I would give most anything, and, I would give most anything.
You would give most anything to see.
Show me your deeper side.
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Ivisible Battlefield
Invisible Battlefield
There's a war that rages daily With many a battle fought And it seems that no one really Understands the foe named 'thought'...
Pastor..
He seems so small and passive Sometimes he's good and kind But his evil can be massive As war wages in our mind..
Throughout Faith in Action
It's an invisible battlefield No allies at our side As the foe its power wields We cannot run and hide...
But we have a Great Captain in our Pastor And He alone can see Each battle and each out-come Defeat or victory..
Throughout Faith in Action
It's an invisiblebattlefield But we have God's true Word We have faith's invisibleshield We have the Spirit's sword..
Throughout Faith in Action..
The demons, darkness, evil forces Strive to take control But they cannot alter courses With the One who saves our soul..
Throughout Faith in Action..
It's an invisiblebattlefield No one to cheer with glee As evil thoughts and armiesyield To inner victories..
Throughout Faith in Action..
For many a tear-stained battle Upon these plains are fought With many a plea and many a prayer Prayed for this foe named 'thought'..
Throughout Faith in Action..
Someday beyond these borders This battle will bedone As God our foot-steps orders We'll fight them one by one
Trust our Pastor..
With Him, the foe we'll conquer He is a faithful shield For He is Lord and Master Of our invisiblebattlefield...
RK. Hudson
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The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)
Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!
She's never at a loss!
Down with the eagle
And up with the cross!
We'll rally 'round the bonny flag,
We'll rally once again,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our gallant boys have marched
To the rolling of the drums,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
And the leaders in charge cry out,
'Come, boys, come!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
They have laid down their lives
On the bloody battle field,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Their motto is resistance -
'To tyrants we'll not yield!'
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
While our boys have responded
And to the fields have gone,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Our noble women also
Have aided them at home,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!-CHORUS
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Lest We Forget [11 September 2001, A Requiem]
Through a hatred borne of fear, you plotted your course;
With each 'Freedom' as fodder, your animus grew worse;
Your ignorance cannot be countered with rational debate,
It is your fundamental flaw-you hate, for the sake of hate!
One tragic, late Summer day, whose infamy you ensured,
You destroyed a treasured symbol-and though now cured,
Inculcated great fear-not to mention the lives you have taken!
We are resolute and unafeared, where once, we were shaken.
Your victory was pyrrhic, and very short-lived-
For, our time for righteous retribution soon arrived!
You awakened a sleeping lion, from His peaceable sleep,
And now, your total annhilation is a promise we shall keep,
To the humble and brave families of those we have lost;
We are 'One Nation, Under God' that you should have never crossed!
Millions of heroes, from cities and towns both far and wide,
Each with an indefatigable sense of American pride,
Have assembled from disparate lives, to fight side by side,
To honor the memory of those who tragically died!
They were very real people, from every station in life,
Whose loss, to this very day, still cuts like a knife,
Through the collective consciousness of the entire world;
Now, as a nation of nations, under a single flag unfurled,
We have gathered e'er more strength and fortitude still;
If we can not defeat with sheer might, our attitude will!
We are the embodiment of all you have taken from us-
Your diabolical deeds have surely shaken our trust
In the inherent goodness of man-shame on you!
The man in the mirror is culpable-yes, the blame's on you,
And you alone, for all the destruction and innocence you have taken;
You may never rebuild the trust that you have foresaken!
Our loss is profound, yet strengthens our resolve-
So long as, around the Sun, the Earth does revolve,
Your's is not an ideology that will capture a greater stage,
Only the rebuke of a righteous people, as well as their greater rage!
May we never forget what the world truly lost that day:
The citizens of the world, who paid a cost, that may
Never be repaid, as precious lives may not be replaced!
We must ensure that their memories are never effaced-
That we live lives, about which they could be proud
And hold fast to the promises that, to them, we've avowed!
For, it is for them and in memory of their grace
That we tempered our response to the right time and proper place,
Where hate mongers have tried to make it about religion and race!
This is the only way we may look our children in the face:
With the knowledge that our response was proper, and our force was right-
In the face of pure evil, we constrained our righteous might!
We honor those lost, always, lest we ever forget!
For all that for which they lived, we will never forfeit
The values they taught us, while they were living:
Love, patience, tolerance, and a perpetual Thanksgiving
For all the wonder that life had ever offered!
This is worthy a refrain, lest your heart still be coffered
By a misplaced animus for a phantom menace;
That is the fundamental difference we have between us:
The ability to know what is right and what is wrong-
It is what makes you weak, and us, strong!
-Maurice Harris,11 September 2011
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My Long 'Day
My long 'day' approaches its 'night',
An egregious injustice approaches its right!
Truth comes into focus, becomes apparent-
Never have I once, from this, been errant!
The world must now and evermore, awaken,
To all, that from me, has been baselessly taken;
Silent no more, I speak a righteous tale,
No longer may they besmirch me or assail!
Far too much import is there, intrinsic,
To not dispute your mendacious mnesic!
So long as I live, so long as I breathe,
Shall I not cower from what I now sheathe-
Never to stop fighting until the fight is done,
Laying down my arms only when the battle is won!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
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Ne'er Again, Ne'er Again
Today, yet another impediment to my liberty
Has fallen-I wonder what this means for me? !
Could my freedom be near at hand, at long last?
May soon, the day come, when I may look past
All that has happened, and finally start anew?
First though, I must pick up the pieces, to rebuild my heart anew!
Mine faithful patience has outlasted it all-
Now only, may I move from under this iniquitous pall.
Once freedom is again mine, I shan't take same, for granted-
Nor shall I ever forget all that this freedom supplanted;
I've so much I want to do, so much I wish to see-
Yet, I only have one thing that I wish to be-
A Father- to the two most Angelic little ladies there have e'er been;
For far too long we have lost, -ne'er again, ne'er again!
-Maurice Harris,8 April 2011
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My Justice
'Justice is the one thing you should always find'**-
It needs find all who seek its aegis, e'en though it is blind;
Justice chooses one side, that of verity;
There exists no convolution, only a resplendent clarity
When true justice is rendered, to those in need
Of the curative powers that only it may heed;
Justice denied to one, is justice denied to all, the same-
To those responsible for its denial, goes all the shame!
Justice is not just a decision, its a means of thought-
For its very guard, many a war has been fought,
Many a man has given his very life, as would I-
And no man should be asked to live without it-nor should I;
My justice shan't come, until I may look them in the eyes, and say:
'Though I am not with you, I've kept you in my heart, and there you'll stay! '
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You May Never Know...
Should there have been any doubt, it is now gone;
Had there been enquiry, it is now and e'er, withdrawn!
No form or fashion of question remains to vex,
Yet, this overwhelming feeling still serves to perplex!
I know this, as surely as I do the Sun will set, and the Moon, rise-
Should I further require validation, I need only gaze into your eyes!
My heart's joyful celebration, its awe-inspiring exalt-I remain duteous;
My mind's eye hath been e'er beguiled by this vision, most beauteous!
Sikerly, this shan't fade, as then, a glory shall have been lost,
Lest, this may be causal to heart's lament, my felicity, its cost!
You may never know the beauty I do see, though
It shan't ever be due to my inability to thusly show
You and all else, what, in me you do always impart;
For you are the solitary cause of the beatitude in my heart!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2010
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The whole course of human history may depend on a change of heart in one solitary and even humble individual - for it is in the solitary mind and soul of the individual that the battle between good and evil is waged and ultimately won or lost.
quote by M. Scott Peck
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If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
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Several battles of a holy war
When I was in my mother’s womb
I fought my first battle.
I waged my second on her lap,
The third one the chest of my father,
The fourth necessarily with the girlfriends,
The fifth, a heroic battle at first night,
And the sixth one with my children.
Then battles were with elusive women
The penultimate one is with grandchildren
The last battle is to be with Yemah.
29.08.2002
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George Bush Poem = September 11th & Our Flag
SEPTEMBER 11th
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns to her very core.
Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
From the sound of America waging full war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We shall defeat hell's soldiers and cast them out
And if we die; that's what freedom is about.
We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the Earth
By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.
It's not a priest that gives us our freedom of religion
And it's not a reporter that gives us our freedom of voice.
It's not any judge, lawyer, politician, preacher or teacher
But the blood of a soldier that has sacrificed by choice.
OUR FLAG
Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by heroes live and dead.
She stands for justice and courage too
With her colors; red, white and blue.
For all who serve her, there'll be cheers
For any who die, there'll be tears
For all who love her, honor will prevail
Any who harm her, shall suffer and fail.
How many moms have cried before
As they sent their children to war?
How many dads have not returned
Because our freedom must be earned?
Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of Earth
Because of those who prove her worth.
11 September 2001
On that fateful day, though much indubitably was lost,
The world shown-our spirit they may not exhaust!
Our world, their world, they have altered forever-
Yet, they have failed miserably in their endeavor!
Surely, many ways to espouse the ideals they advance-
Yet, their hate seems to have no basis but in ignorance!
Attempt made to inculcate in us great and abject fear;
I say 'We are the free, the brave-fright lives not here'!
Stealth is their tact, not even a combatant's courtesy,
They commenced upon their own self-fulfilling prophesy!
Awakened has been, our conscience to evil's existence,
Never to falter, nor fail in our dogged persistence!
Their wicked cause seems only the masses fright,
Bear witness now terrorist, our righteous might!
Maurice Harris,12 September 2009
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The Few, The Brave
As proof of our remembrance, we lay a flag by each and every grave;
With perpetual solemnity, we ensure that it shall always wave
Under the free skies of the land that they and our forebears created:
For God, Duty and Country-they never hesitated
To serve with Honor and Valor for a higher purpose;
All gave some, and some gave all-all, in service
To a most grateful nation, which must always remember,
Whether on a Summer morn in May, or a blustery one in September:
If not for their bravery, indeed, their sacrifice, we'd not be free!
Surely, if I did not take time to pause, I'd not be me-
Because I stand under free skies, and make my very own choices
All because, even from hallowed graves, they provide us voices
In all we do, see, hear, touch, and feel.
No one may blind or mute us, and steal
This freedom away-we will fight as fiercely as they
Should any try-and would rather die than give it away.
This is how we need honor them, each and every day:
To live as they would have, in each and every way.
They did not die in vain, they perished as noble defenders
Of Liberty at all costs, in a world of raucous pretenders.
Their Valor was as uncommon as they were brave;
Due this Gallantry, Freedom and Democracy were saved
From the depths of tyranny, and totalitarian subjugation-
Not the cornerstones upon which to build a nation!
We, the 'many', need always appreciate 'the few, the brave':
Their sacrifice ensures that the flag shall always wave!
-Maurice Harris,29 May 2012
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