Washington was the first, helped emancipate,
His skills as a leader, nothing less than great.

A founding father, during the Revolutionary war,
America's first general, British trouble was in store.

Crossed the Delaware, while the English slept,
On the Limeys army, his troops had crept.

This historic victory, both clever and tactical,
Thoughts of independence now were practical.

Now victory assured, not bowing to the king,
Colonists were free, here there voices sing.

George rule the colonies, we put you on a throne,
Let's start a new democracy, he said in a gentle tone.

Served as the president for eight strong years,
Loved by the voters, respected by his peers.

The next great man, to hold political reigns,
Was our counties leader, during the time of great pains.

Born in the woods, his character strongly built,
His passion for equality, never did wilt.

Families torn apart, North against South,
The Emancipation Proclamation, wisdom out of Abe's mouth.

The Civil War now over, abolished was the slave,
The social order of the States, beginning to repave.

Lincoln wasn't alive, to see freedom abound,
Shot by Wilkes Booth, the world mourned the sound,

Heard at Ford's theater, that fateful night,
His spirit is alive, it continues to fight.

For freedom and justice and the American way,
Both Washington and Lincoln are honored this day.

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You pulled me up and saved my skin,
Your voice it rises up over the din.

Good advice and fun we do make,
Villa Roma, a walk down by the lake.

I've never known such love and support,
My friend and lover, a total cohort.

Making new memories, day by day,
And wake together, at night we lay.

On our six by eight, on earth it's unmatched,
Strengthen emotions, relations are patched.

Little do we need to place a patch,
Emotions are strong, a perfect match.

Days turn to weeks and the months go by,
Feelings and emotions grow towards the sky.

This trip we are on, a short ride it has been,
The intensity heightens, I'm sure we will win.

Winning this game means together we stay,
Putting old troubles and relations away.

Spending my time, thinking how to please,
With you in my life, the thoughts come with ease.

More than ***, in love with her mind,
Sweet and gentle, caring and kind.

What have I done to deserve god's bless?
Her love grows stronger, even when I'm a mess.

Your presence is needed, without it I wilt,
A stronger foundation has never been built

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Steamy hot lazy summer day,
Layin' around, not much to say.

No surprise and not by chance,
Is the thought of you in skintight pants.

Is it midday? It got real warm,
No, just a reaction to the upcoming storm.

Not here are you, but it matters little,
I will play my member, just like a fiddle.

My thoughts of you burning desire,
My manliness climbs higher and higher.

Sensual lips pressed up against mine,
Tasting better than a classic wine.

Your southern lips they burn like fire,
As I stroke them, soon we will sire.

I place my lips to the burning mound,
And kiss and tease, you fall to the ground.

I climb upon you and hear you say,
"Wait a minute, I have a better way."

You climb upon me and rock and ******,
Until my body turns to powdered dust.

We lay together and fall a sleep,
Secret is our *** I can keep.

The next thing I know I open my eyes,
And you are before me, to my surprise.

"Hi honey, how was your day?"
I grab you and tell you, "it went this way."

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People held hostage, always living in fear,
The barrel of a weapon, is always near.

Riding the train, a blood curdling scream,
A deafening noise, and a bright light beam.

A violent shock wave tears open your flesh,
The lucky ones, receive skin grafts with mesh.

Your arm torn off, artery bleeding is profuse,
A dying thought is, what was the use?

What was the purpose, to **** all these people?
In the name of Allah, perched on a mosque steeple.

Radical extremists don't care about life,
By murdering people they increase human strife.

Wasting resources, bringing the Earth gloom,
Look at faces on a plane, many filled with doom.

The last thirty five years I don't understand,
Middle Eastern countries, together they band.

Bringing terror and hatred towards cultures of the west,
We accept the need to feel your ways are the best.

Pray all you like, cover up a women's face,
Stop trying to change America's philosophy and place.

Once the oil is gone, and the land again bare,
Back to living in tents, flowing robes you will wear.

Your tactics are old, soon you may feel,
The burning of skin, this inferno is real.

A nuclear explosion will end years of frustration,
No longer putting up with terrorists indignation.

Revolutions reveal, the world ending in flame,
Enough with this nonsense, put an end to this game!

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Humans think they can move nature aside,
The earth laughs, it mostly will hide,

From people, pollution, and the mess we make,
Every now and then, nature's wrath we must take.

The wrath I speak of, comes in many forms,
A powerful hurricane, run fast from the storms.

A foot of water, the storm may send,
Fences and houses, you may need to mend.

Sandy's her name, just visited New York,
The day after, everyone's eating salted pork.

She flooded the streets, and turned out the light,
Happy she's gone, we bow to her might.  

Speaking of storms, here's one that instills,
Fear of death, down your spine feel the chills.

Look here it comes, from over the hills,
A tornado, is swirling, better make out your wills.

Destroys anything placed in its path,
Nature is laughing, now feel her wrath!

Many other disasters are waiting for men,
Happening all of the time, we know not when.

Look at its flash, a brilliant light,
A billion tons of earth, taking flight.

Heat that will turn, your body to dust,
Before you die, to see one a must.

Can you guess of the forces, to which I speak?
An A bomb? Next to this, an A bomb is weak!

A volcanic eruption, its power has might,
The sound of explosion, causes many a fright.

Boiling lava runs down the side,
Don't get in its way, nowhere to hide.

St. Helens erupted, many years ago,
Thought she was dormant, then decided to blow,

The billions of tons of volcanic ash,
Covered 2 states, car washes made cash.

Missing people are listed, in Washington State,
No bodies to find, disintegration was their fate.

To close to Mt. Helens, during her blast,
All families have now, is the memories of the past.

These are just but a few, of nature's way,
To show all you people, who's the master today,

And tomorrow as well, never shares the spot light,
Nature's in charge, her power burns bright.  

When the awesome power of the planet is displayed.
Hope today she is quiet, and catastrophe delayed.

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Reading her bio, enticed by her verse,
Emotions run deep, often times terse.

Talent is obvious, click the poems and read,
Life hasn’t given her, what she really does need.

Spy between the lines, aching is her heart,
For one to protect it, not rip it apart.

A glimpse at a picture, black and white does her fine,
Joy at the sight, ****** features on which to dine.

Romantic and passionate, creative and fun,
Walking and talking, together in the sun.

So many questions, where do you live?
Other wanted to receive, but never would give,

Their mind and soul, feeling only your embrace,
Ultimately leaving you alone in your place.

Why must this happen, am I unworthy of love?
Hardly, look to the sky up above.

Waiting sometimes has rewards that are great,
From picking a career, to finding a mate.

I can hear in your words, and see in those eyes,
Your feelings abound, and are endless as the skies.

Alas the loneliness is full of strong power,
Patients is hard, your soul can turn sour.

Find a way to give love to those,
Truly in need, many in the throws,

Of unbelievable hardship, cold and distraught,
Reach out to them, with the kindest of thought,

Let them know, you really do care,
Smile and be gentle, do this and I swear,

Your body will be filled, from head to toe,
With gods pure love and the way he will show,

To others that feel, the same way as you,
Finding true love, no more are you blue.

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Can you hear it, my beating heart?
Your love has pierced it, like a well-thrown dart.
It begins beating when I see you,
And when you leave, the beating is through.

Can you hear it, my beating heart?
Caressing my soul, my engines do start.
A powerful embrace, her wonderful voice,
To hold and love her, I have no choice.

Can you hear it, my beating heart?
Her skin tastes sweet, as a fresh baked ****.
Hard to resist, is her beautiful face,
I see it everywhere, my eyes I place.

Can you heart it my beating heart?
A rocket is slow, feelings right off the chart!
She talks, I listen, a great teacher is she,
I wonder why her love, is given to a wretch like me?

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