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Apparently not...
The musings, poetry and writing projects of Bram Floria
Monday, December 28, 2009 11:38 AM By crosswaysnet , In Humor , Life etc. , Work
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Thursday, December 25, 2008 11:52 AM By crosswaysnet , In Life etc. , Short Stories
Over the years, you have asked me many times about the night you were born. I have never been a man of great or many words. That is your mother's gift. She is the poet and the singer. You have heard her tell it time and again with all the grace and wonder the story deserves. While it is true that she is by far the better story teller, it is also true that I have used it as an excuse to keep silent. Mostly for fear that I would never be able to adequately express what I saw with my own eyes, and felt with my own heart. These are not things that are easy to translate into words, but they are true. |
Monday, October 1, 2001 11:49 AM By crosswaysnet , In Poetry
On bedrock of the Eastern Shore
Stood gates of our prosperity
Ambition's arms uplifted – One
Outstretched to catch a rising sun
The Apple of our Eye
A lance of flaming fury thrown
A fit of ancient jealousy
To all the Earth thunder resounds
An Eagle's wings were brought to ground
We watched the silent skies
Then torn from simple innocence
By acts of twisted piety
Our fathers wept, our mothers groaned
The fabric of our heart unsewn
A land of mournful sighs
From land so blessed and full of light
To where flew our security?
Suspending hope, with dreadful steps
The shadow of the Angel Death
It did not pass us by
A hidden war on Freedom pierced
The veil of our own sovereignty
The voices of the nations called
Echoing the first to fall
"Is this where Freedom dies?"
Then facing unexpected fate
Steeled with sacrificial bravery
Travelers stopped a devil's goal
The seat of our young nation's soul
Their blood the Patriot's Cry
While banded brothers found their men
To lift the fallen tenderly
Seeking till they found no more
On this solemn grief-strewn shore
Our Flag was still raised high
The consecrated ground cried out
Our youth, our strength stood ready
See Righteousness uphilt the sword
We bare the steel in one accord
The time for justice now draws nigh
As talons loose the olive branch
To save the Olive Tree
Evil tremble, Terror hide
For Might on winds of Justice rides
Watch Phoenix, this Eagle, now rise.
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