Fake News

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The educated voter hears both sides.
Unfortunate, our citizen can’t split
his time or work to find where Truth resides;
where Nervous Nancy’s lying Left might sit.

The Left has left our borders open wide
yet still need magic pill to beat our Trump.
Let Tyranny’s Majority decide
and give beloved nation final slump?

Our Citizens, as listeners, less intent
to hear the newsy pieces of their ‘act’.
Our babies must come first and then the rent
and so we miss a part of all their ‘fact’.

Ah, longing for the good old days of news
when all we had was simple radio.
Let Orson Welles warn, cause a panic, too
who shows us evil winds about to blow!

The proof, they say, found in the final taste.
Lies found in politics, a dangerous place!

For All The Beautiful, Young Men

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“For All the Beautiful, Young Men”

I see the courage in their brave-lit eyes

as Omaha becomes their shining hour.

The camera’s caught the morning’s gray, dull skies.

Men wait; committed with the bravest power.

The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn.

There is no turning back; no time to pause.

Momentum made and like a muscle torn_ 

yanked from its place_ they move for raging cause.

“Oh, captain! we’ve been born across the sea.

We’ve given you our soul and then our heart. 

We’ve nothing more to offer in this hell.

As water takes our forces, we depart.”

Our beautiful young men with bravest smile;

our heroes lost in such a little while.

 

(4,000 lost at Omaha landing that day!)

We are All Immigrants

We all are immigrants from Africa.AmericaFlag

Your skin is white while mine has darker tone.

Yet, heart to heart, we’re all America

and with that hero’s pride, our flag is flown.

We all are immigrants from Africa

and celebrate a wondrous mix that glows

from coast to coast in our America.

Red, white and blue are colors that we know.

We are a nation honed with Freedom’s hand

for every soul that lands upon our shore.

Come, legally,  and there will be no ban:

the rule of law still reigns upon our land.

All citizens who care cause us to win.

A love of freedom binds us all as kin.

 

 

“All The Beautiful Young Men”

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June 6, 1944 Landing craft at Omaha Beach.

“All the Beautiful, Young Men”

I see the beauty in their brave-lit eyes.

At Omaha, it is their shining hour.

The camera’s caught the gray of early dawn.

Men stand; committed to a greater power.

The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn.

No turning back ; this is no time for pause.

Momentum made and like the muscle torn

from out its place , it is for raging cause.

“Oh, captain! I have done my duty now.

I’ve given you my soul and this bold heart.

I’ve nothing more to offer or endow.

As water takes my body, I depart.”

War, then, would strip bravado from their smile;

our young men gone in such a little while.

(copyright, Jacqueline Casey 2013)

The Sound of Brass

sounding brass

Oppose her Jihad yell
oppressive is death’s knell
on San Bernadino drear!
Omniscient General’s hear
Obama’s timid voice.
Oh, mourn our leader’s choice.
Observe Malik’s embrace:
One mother’s soulless phrase.
Oppose her hate-shrill song
Ominous, not vetted.

(Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 1st Corinthians, 13)

The Empty Chair

“The Empty Chair”

At table, next to empty chair
we gather thoughts; give thanks and care
to muddle through the holiday
and mourn for him who is away;
missing In action_ none knows where.

Our wall holds baby pictures there;
Our family remembers; shares.
And here, his dog; ol’ George, he waits
at table next to empty chair.

We raise our glass; the wine is fair.
The food delights mid candle’s flair.
Our hearts let go, but long the day;
a mist of sadness hangs and stays.
We pause, observe ol’ George; aware
at table, next to empty chair.