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Elegy for the Brave

This hallowed ground has seen
Countless dawns, endless sunsets,
Heard the approaching footsteps of
Men readied for battle, full of
Ideals, orders, conflict.

This sacred field watched as
Hell unleashed its fury,
As men actively preserved,
Concurrently exterminated,
Furthered and ended opposing beliefs.

Farmer's fields, transformed into
Graveyards, consecrated, desecrated, and
Felt the thumps that are evidence of
The last full measure that all who remained
Gave, no matter their cause.

Many beaches stormed, these strips of
Sand have seen ebbs and flows,
Tides of men doing their best to mount
The cliffs and dunes, invading and protecting
The ground held together by sweat.

Faint echoes can be heard in the
Rippling waves, from the dark depths,
Embracing tightly the souls of many
Fighting men taken there in pursuit
Of duty, chased by silent stalkers.

Those noble, courageous soldiers
Linger, lying forever side by side,
Remembered eternally in those solemn
Places. May God bless, and allow to
Rest their brave, patriotic souls.

poem by Tyler Howat
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War Is Over

Old soldiers talk about the battles fought
To build a better world for me and you.
They sacrificed their lives to make a dream come true.
Now theyre forgotten men remembered by so few.
But the war is over and the fighting ended many years ago.
The war is over. the battles won but what is there to show?
Side by side they marched together fighting so their children
Could be free,
To build a better world, a new society
All classes unified to live in harmony
Now the war is over so lets forget and leave the past alone.
The war is over, its time for all the soldiers to go home.
Rich men, poor men make history,
Fighting for the land of hope and glory
A nations voice will sing as one,
A battle cry until weve won
The was is over and the patriotic comrades are no more.
The war is over
Now theyre going home to live just like before.
Arm in arm we sang our patriotic songs of love and sentiment.
Tears of joy to hide the sorrow,
New tomorrows till we meet again,
With a new world to build well say auf weidersein.
What did they do for us?
What did it prove to us?
As we stand beside the silent grave
The unknown soldier cant be saved.
The war is over
The war is over, its time for all the soldiers to go home.
The war is over.

song performed by by Kinks
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Time

Archers and knights with spears and shields
fighting in the battle field,
wondering in the crowded city, among us,
like folded angels, unaware through space and places.

Where bounds infinite, cease
and green flames arise, like strangely faces
glooming at the memories of voiceless dream's
speaking depth, behind your reach.

And so you wonder,
Like shells and sand, floating away,
by foaming waves retreating,
on magnolia seas & lotus reefs

Silent like gold, blind like a flame that burns
running free at the wide fields,
run and run, through moons and suns
countless, full of chances.

poem by Luca Menin
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Timeless Flowers

Land blessed with singing rain
Can you hear what the winds say?
Summer roses grow with pride
Filled with timeless mystic sky
Orchids grow in fine spring sunlight
Sired from the past eons of starlight
Circles broken will someday heal
Children laugh a wheel within a wheel

These little ones play in green fields
Before their forefathers they kneel
Silent sacred ghost in the breeze
Blood of the ages amidst tall trees
Changing tide swells; it ebbs and flows
The noble sunsets and the moon glows
Gentle mother-father lay side by side
Sorrow like rivers in tremulous time

Fallen autumn leaves that die to live
A new offspring they chose to give
Songs of the forest sometimes cry
Chills of how they lived and died
Tears like sweet mountain streams
We are their fountains and dreams
Memories like angels touch our souls
We are their seeds and living hope

Let seeds of the ageless flowers grow

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Vision at Little Bighorn

I went to Little Bighorn
On a hot summer day,1987,
I wondered if the Seventh Cavalry
Was in hell or heaven -
Out there all alone
I came upon the old General's ghost wandering around,
He kept glancing far away
While staying close to the ground -
I'll never know for certain
If he saw me or not,
He just kept wringing his hands
As if he couldn't stop -
Upon the path where he paced
Blood dripped from his boots,
It soaked in deep and wide
Down to the prairie grass roots -
From way down in this hallowed ground
I heard the dead soldiers cries,
The agony of the lost
Who so long ago on this spot died -
No one else was there under the burning sun
This mysterious scene to see,
I observed it all
Alone, on the desolate, dry prairie -
I felt as if a visitor
Watching from another time,
Perhaps the heat had got to me
Or I'd simply lost my mind -
I tried
But I could not walk away,
I wanted to ask him 'Why? '...
Yet no words could I say -
I just stayed there
Hour upon hour,
Watching, listening... feeling it all...
As if in the grip of a strange power -
I swear I saw Sitting Bull
Riding swiftly toward me on a spotted horse,
I was knocked flat to the ground
By the passing force -
I looked up high
Into the blazing sun,
There I saw Warriors in victory dancing
Realizing full well their fight was done -

Still, I couldn't help to wonder
What of Custer? What was his fate?
Was he too far gone?
Was it, for him, way too late?

Suddenly I was brought back,
when out of nowhere an old medicine man appeared.
Looking into me, as if reading my thoughts, he said,
' Do not worry about Custer, he'll never speak another word.
Because out here all alone the General shall remain, forever dead. ' -
'As for the rest of us
We all must come to understand,
The time to live and work together
Is now at hand. '
Then he reached down and helped me up;
Together we walked the long path back;
Side by side, into the sunset,
We followed the same track. -

poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Brothers

The cheetahs sensed that danger lurked
And so they stood, eyes right!
United here, few foes were shirked,
Why run when you can fight?
Though cheetahs can speed up and dash
Like lightning on the ground,
They knew that sometimes they would crash,
Spin forward, round and round!
If injured, then, how could they win?
So they remained alert...
If challenged, they would not give in,
Although they may get hurt...
To stand and fight is sometimes strong -
Each foe must be assessed!
To stand and fight is sometimes wrong -
Yet each must do his best!
The brothers brooded 'neath the sun -
No panic where to hide...
Not knowing yet what must be done -
Eyes staring side-to-side...
Both lean and mean, with strength to spare!
Defiant heartbeats raced...
Courageous cats beyond compare!
So seldom found when chased...
Yet who could say if they got caught?
Would this day be their end?
They lived their lives as they were taught,
Each had no better friend...
The brothers heard no further noise,
They felt that they were safe...
And though a false alarm annoys,
They found each other brave...

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Brothers'.

poem by Denis Martindale
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Sea

The roaring sea
on a summer afternoon
the sun burning brightly
upon the desert dunes;
the shimmering waves and heat
of the burning sand under the feet;
the increasing humidity in
the air, the dripping sweat
on the sun burnt skin.
The ebb and flow
of waves brings crabs, shells
and carcass of small birds or so;
at their return, destroys the small
sand castles of children though.
In this sea of life
with no defined shore, torn between modern life
and goals, quest for
unending desires and ambitions
burdening the hearts and souls replete
with never ending situations.
The ground under the feet
seems shaken,
depression and loneliness
are eternally taken
We, being victims of answerless
destiny and fate,
what holds for us being hidden,
beams of hope appear straight
beyond the horizon.

poem by Rizvana Parveen
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Endless Sleep

The night was black rain fallin down
I looked my baby shes no where aroun
Chased her footsteps down to the shore
Afraid shes gone for ever more
Well I looked at the sea, seemed to say
I took your baby from you away
I heard a voice cry in the deep
Come join me baby in my endless sleep
Why did we quarrel why did we fight
Why did I leave her alone last night
Thats why her foot steps ran down to the sea
Thats wy my baby has gone from me
Well I looked at the sea seemed to say
I took your baby from you away
Well I heard a voice cry in the deep
Come join me baby in my endless sleep
Endless sleep
Out in the water heart full of fear
There in the breaker I saw her near
Reached for my darlin held her to me
Dragged her away from the angry sea
Well I looked at the sea seemed to say
I took your baby from you away
I heard a voice cryin in the deep
I took your baby from the endless sleep
I grabbed my baby from the endless sleep

song performed by by Billy Idol
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Flaming Lips

see the dying soldiers wounded in the
battle in the name of freedom, lies in the dunes
of sand thirst but not hungry; losing as if it
face the sky nay a close of his eyes for mercy,
instill, a turning side between sides to ease the
agony of a fading light that tears the pain over a
smell of gunpowder of a sweat embraces of
misnomer of nook for a rest

as the foot step touches the sacred ground of life,
the first journey of challenge invites the naked
mother’s swollen womb, to take what the best in
words to live bye and the final hibernation of
manhood begins with a big bang in the doorstep
of its final resting place; traverse the solemnity
of every songs that lauded in the altar and learn
to accept the given time

hail and hear the bell rang, a nowhere to find but
a place of agonizing soul recites, recalling the
silent of the soul reset and takes its recourse to
move face to face of the traversing time, anchor
off the living flesh and receive the never ending
beginning of salutation of love, the endless
murmur of lips started to begins

hurry to win the interwoven of triumphant games
as it waits to flame …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sacred Ground

Iced over, close your eyes. whisper the flame, it takes us higher.
Seems our world is closing around. when Im inside you, you bring me to sacred ground.
When Im inside you, you bring me to sacred ground.
Now youre the one that I want, you know its true.
Let go of everything, open up to me.
Im right beside you, Ill be your watchful eye.
I send waves of devotion over you. you take it all in and give it back, give it back again.
You bring me to sacred ground, when Im inside you.
You bring me to sacred ground.
Yes well love till theres nothing left to give...
Matching every movement, swimming in an ocean of sweat, and scent of you. it drives me to ...
You bring me to sacred ground, when Im inside you.
You bring me to sacred ground.
I know I can change your mind. give it to me the same way.
Giving it all up for love, I know that you feel the same way.
Id give it all up for you, I swear I would.
Now Im falling, falling inside ...
You bring me to sacred ground, when Im inside you.
You bring me to sacred ground.
Im inside you.
You bring me to sacred ground, when Im inside you.
You bring me to sacred ground.

song performed by by Queensryche
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Let Me Die In My Footsteps

I will not go down under the ground
Cause somebody tells me that deaths comin round
An I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin that the end is close by
Stead of learnin to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I dont know if Im smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin the wool over me
And if this war comes and deaths all around
Let me die on this land fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres always been people that have to cause fear
Theyve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and Ive not said a word
But now lawd god, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
Id buy the whole world and change things around
Id throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, new mexico, arizona, idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And youll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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