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Matthew Orellana Jul 2018
Ode to the soldiers
Ode to the men
Ode to the warriors
Their country sent
They gave their lives
A gift that’s leant
To give us freedom
With hearts content.

I Have A Dream,
A doctor said
The dream to breathe
Our children fed
If Freedom leaves
What are we then?

We’ll be the ones
That goodness meant
To bring a nation upon this land

We’ll wear the motto
Together we must
That from our hearts
In God We Trust

Americans of any race
Take up the flag
And show the grace
Let eagles cry and children pray
That this free land
Will never fade
Mottel Zirkind Jul 2017
There are clouds to my right,
massive and grey,
they inch forward across the sky.
Beneath them a stationary sea of stone and cement.
Unmoving waves that’d swallow me if I dared leave my perch.
Around me are noises.
Epic echoes that lend themselves to imaginings of war zones.
In the distance I see flashes
Brief man made stars of red, white, and blue.

The clouds move in.
A silent rolling mass.
The temporary stars try to touch them.
Their lives are too short.

Shining down on me,
The moon smiles,
She knows what it’s like to be temporary.
To need the strength of others to shine.
To be born on path you can’t escape.
I don’t.

The star makers don’t.
The builders and sailors don’t.
We might think we do.
We think we do.

I glance behind me.
To beat up a room that is only ever filled with lonely nights.
To an apartment part of a tradition of temporary dwellers,
With a floor more ocean than the roofs around me will ever be.
New stars reach higher.
I see one peek out from behind a cloud.

My flatmates join me.
We watch the fireworks together.
Ma Cherie Jul 2017
It's the Fourth
of July
independence day,
I take this time
a chance to say-

a BIG thank you
to those
who have
righteously
fought
in the name
of our freedom.


Ma Cherie © 2017
It's all I can manage without crying thank you Dad.
ConnectHook Jul 2017
Robinson Jeffers (1887 – 1962)*


While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.

You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly

A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:  shine, perishing republic.

But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster’s feet there are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught–they say– God, when he walked on earth.
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/g_l/jeffers/shine.htm
Abdallah Sadiq Jul 2016
I watched the fireworks in the sky

On a day were spirits were high

Happy everyone seemed to be

But sadness was all that befell me
IcySky Jul 2015
Its beauty unravels as in bursts in the night sky,
multiple colors unleashed and free,
exploding with awe.

Fire in the sky as some call it,
the rays of color and shape amaze,
as always I watch intensively.

I watch as the flowers spark,
as the blooms buzz,
and as the sparklers sizzle.

Amazed at the beauty and happiness
these small simple things bring,
to all who watch.

To be a part of such...
is much more than lighting a fuse,
it brings people closer.
Happy Fourth everyone!!!!!
bambi Aug 2014
Firework explosions dance
across the midnight sky
sparklers swirl about
lighting up the air

The night is spent
in the back of your truck
with the blankets from my bed
and your body to keep me warm

Barbecues and fancy drinks
and atrocious amounts of food
everyone laughing and drinking and singing
and right by my side is you

The sparklers and the fireworks
of red and blue and white
cannot compare to the light
that shines from you and I

And in those moments
it seemed silly to me
that this holiday was spent alone
so many years before you came along
This is late, I apologise. And also not that great, so more apologies. But with school starting and work and all that nonsense I don't have much time to write. Am I the only one who feels this overwhelmed..

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