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I am Poetry… a sonnet in time, a muse in rhyme… come listen and sing, I am Poetry.
I am poetry and I dance in the minds of men… from the beginning of time, I have awakened the sublime and brought low the tears of mankind… I have sung with wonder and with majestic parameter, metered out time… with a measure of magic… I have transformed the seas and opened up vast horizons… visions beyond mankind… are mine.
I am Poetry… and I bow to no man… but with the glory of Gods hand I do write tales and psalms… that break the hearts of humankind… I set the Angels to wonder, at the mystery of my kind…. The Roe does bow and the hills declare, Poetry is everywhere … the Spirit sublime… too, raise the humble and bring down kings…
I am poetry I sing… to a heavenly host, I bring glory where there was none… peace for war, and turning, in time… war once more… The day beckons at my call, flowers and the sun, revel at my regale, the world unfolds, and the hidden treasures of the mind, are foretold…
I am Poetry, behold… music declares my name, with flourishes of rhythm and sonnets that rhyme… with the somber timbre of the bass trombone, with the shrill pitch of the flute, I speak to the mute, to those with ears to hear… I am always near… for I am poetry.
I am Poetry … hear my voice and rejoice… see me, I dance before the sun… Know me… and be one, Come let your joy be filled…let the still peace of my song… sing to you… Be at peace, and know I am there… everywhere… if you can hear… I am near… I am poetry.
By: Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (Ret.)
Mankind is often too hurried to hear the poetry of life sing… It is all around him… It lives… slow down, listen… The sun will speak, mountains will bow low, and the day will give way to joy… unspeakable joy… Be at one with the Son… and eat of the hidden manna… it’s all around you.
Often, I sit in silence, as my mind drifts to days long lost … too, nights where horrors many did brightly light the skies… where men’s cries, shall never end. There, I ponder the weight of it all… What sorrow did gain and what tears many feed? ‘Tis but the mournful memories of patriots long dead… Whose, hearts doth shout… give me liberty or give me death… that resounds in my soul.
Did freedom so loosely lay itself in deaths way… That men presently, would trample upon their grave… Upon, the memory of those… whose lives did bleed… That they may live. Where comes this arrogant nature in men… Too, take lightly the pain of others, who suffered in death? Where is their true memorial?
Does it lie… in the mouth of those, who so glibly label their pain of death… tyranny. By what horrible exercise… of imperial power… did they die? And too what land do they now lay claim? For in their pain, they suffered for nothing more… than, man should live free… Free from the tyrants rage, and the ignorance of lesser men.
Where then comes this cry… from the high places in our land… Too, slander the brave and heroic… Our forefathers, and their progeny… Whose house they built, that we may live in freedom… How doth these men speak and live… What manner of people, hold them in high esteem… These who rob the graves… of the righteous; who steal the sacrifice of liberties… guarantors.
Woe… to this perverse and wicked generation… Whose, unthankful and derelict nature, doth tare at the wounds of those who feed the Tree of liberty… that they may be free.
Col. USArmy (Ret)
Ye band of brothers few… whose courage ran red, whose dead did bleed the fields of valor red, whose, sacrifice now speaks to us all… with one voice… they call: Arise take our standard true and stand too. Raise high the banners of liberty’s cause… Once more, sound the trumpet loud… and beat the drummer’s cadence, too muster one and all. Let the cadence of our heart… bear witness to the despots hand… as the righteous rise, in all the land… too, cast off the cursed work of desperate man.
For sooner, did the cowards brace their lesser course… giving way, before the tide of tyrants many; did these brothers few, this band of Patriots true, charge with steel their homeward course, too give no breath to these lesser men…. they stood in testament to liberties voice. Stand now ye men of valor true… Lift up thine eyes, and with no more ado, take hold of your heritage… and with the sword of truth stand true. That our Nation may no more suffer the cowards brace; lay hold of our father’s course, and stay true to their race… as a permanent memorial to their courage, embrace the tyrant, and take up your father’s chalice, too drink of liberty while it may be found.
Let us remember this day of memorial… On this day, let us honor, those who answered liberty’s call. Let us consider their sacrifice… with tears of sorrow for all, who suffered death that we may have tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, in liberty’s embrace. For those brave few, that band of brothers true, so righteously speak in their silence anew… That we may stand in liberties brace, tomorrow and tomorrow for our heritage and children’s liberty a true memorial too their just cause.
Let this day be no more, a fleeting memory… that catches the wind and then ado. No more, a breath of the past, so desperately needed by we few, we veterans of sorrows fields long lost, long, long ago. Let us gather now our strength, in hollowed remembrance of our fallen comrades… Whose sacrifice did furnish our tables and secured our fortunes, with liberty’s garlands and freedoms embrace, let us remember this day of grace… with every waking day… let us lay our wreaths, our garlands anew…upon those fields of remembrance, recalling our lost brothers true… with equal sacrifice, keeping their cause hollowed and renewed.
We shall never forget… those few, that band of brothers solemn and true; whose blood did run red, whose dead we now memorialize… Whose stead fast courage, did refresh the Tree of Liberty, for you and I. God bless them all, now and in eternity. For they are the keepers of liberty’s gate, the watchmen on the wall, for us all. Remember their call, this day, stand tall one and all… for this band of brother’s true… These few gave all… that you and I, need not die, nor perish for the lack of liberty, one for all.
Let us remember those who bore this burden… many care not to embrace… knowing, that thru their sacrifice, grace brought liberty and prosperity to our gate. That, peace may be our Children’s inheritance and our Grand Children’s heritage. Freedom is not free, and liberty has a price. A price, that must be paid, in a world, where tyrants would deny the whole… their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Amen.
Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (ret.)
When in the course of nations men are compelled to resist the odious and prevalent corruption of there fellow man… they most often resort to violence… the final arbiter of their differences.
Today, we see massive abuses of power being forced upon the common man. The world is in the grip of an elite and perverted oligarchy of power, entrenched in a political system that offers little recourse. Choice in the democratic process is overtly controlled and the general electorate are forced to choose between the lesser of evils… none of the candidates are acceptable to the populace. The People have no real choice.
It is the common nature of men to suffer long the abuses of others, before throwing off their oppressors… Mankind desires to live at peace as much as possible. It man’s nature that has lead us to where we are today: at the portal of a New World Order, where men no longer enjoy the promise of liberty or the American Dream.
After a long period of suffering the abuse of those who they entrusted with their liberty, the people are awakening to the crack of the tyrants whip. The doors of democracy and self-determination are being closed and the people are reacting. What awaits them, should they fail to act, is the sound of the slave masters whip.
The people currently operate at the outer margins of political power: What have they accomplished, what rights have been restored, what abuses reversed, what political power do they now command? The facts expose the people’s power to be a mere illusion. Since the beginning of their movement those they send to Washington have engaged the enemies of their liberty with little success. The Swamp is DC continues to grow.
Facts… not the opium of delusion, must be the standard by which success is measured. The Tea Party and the Patriot movement are fractured, they have no effective national leadership. Often the few leaders the people have are at odds with those who elected them… There is no NATIONAL MOVEMENT… there is no singularity of leadership, or National Charter to rally behind. The Tea Party could be of massive importance, if it would UNIFY under a single banner: Not as a National Political Party, but as a coalition of Conservatives, who are free to operate within BOTH MAJOR POLITICAL PARTIES; bringing real Constitutional REFORM to government.
However, the sad truth is that unrecognized CONVENTIONS do little to raise the Army needed to turn this country around. Very few people EVEN KNEW or KNOW about the convention in Houston. It is time to put aside our differences and too unite under a single banner… E Pluribus Unum… out of many one. Our strength is not in our diversity but in our combined power too produce the NUMBERS needed to gain control of Congress and the Executive Branches of our government… too, purge the courts of the corrupt judges and the bar of those who refuse to honor the Constitution as originally intended..
America faces its greatest challenge to date… will it find the resolve, leadership and unity among its people too meet this challenge or will it go the way of former great Nations… too, join the list of failed attempts to establish a government of the people, by the people and for the people. Time will tell but the burden of proof and the past don’t bode well for their efforts. The 2012 election cycle is rapidly becoming one more disappointing effort too brake the hold of the oligarchy of globalist and socialist who control our government… these despots are determined to retain their power by hook or crook and the people, including the Tea Party, appear to be having little impact on the corruption that infests our political process.
God alone is able to restore our nation… and America has banned Him from the public square. MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN… the hand writing is on the wall… God has numbered America’s days, she has been weighed, judged, and found wanting, the nation is divided and shall be given over too others… the end is upon America as we knew her.
Our only hope is that our Nation will return to her Creator… It is the Creator that is the ultimate guarantor of our life, liberty, and happiness. If America shall humble herself, pray and seek God’s face, and turn from her wicked ways; then, God would hear from heaven, forgive her sin, and heal her land. Our Nations problems are a direct result of its moral decadence… Our abandonment of the God of our fathers. Political Parties and the governments of men are mere reflections of the social and moral condition of their soul.
• Posted by Ronald A. Nelson Col.USA (Ret) on August 23, 2014 at 8:19pm
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The borrower is servant of the lender and the servant subject to his master… to be indebted to others, not only of monetary wealth, but to lack the ability to support themselves as individuals with the essentials of life.
So it is, that the common man is left bereft of the resources needed to faithful resist the tyrants… whose wealth and power consume the bread of the majority, bringing them captive by dependency upon others, for their living. It is a cunning and crafty system, of soft tyranny, that eats away at the foundations of liberty; one, that denies the very will too resist, thru a host of laws and customs, that hinders the ability of the middle class to throw off the chains of bondage.
Beginning with the lack of leaders, with the wealth and will to resist… we have no George Washington’s, Thomas Jefferson’s, John Adams or Ben Franklin’s, willing to lead the commoner or to finance the army needed to reclaim our rights and liberty. Where will the common man find the leaders, of our forefather’s stature, to organize, equip, train, fund and plan, for our emancipation from this oligarchy of tyrants? Where?
It is one thing to define the problem and quite another to solve it… the tyrant has laid his trap and the unsuspecting commoner has fallen into it. The People put their Trust in men, but failed in their duty to resist evil, when it first appeared; being persuaded to eat of the wealth of their neighbors, they soon found their own fields raided and pillaged. The end result is that every man, of common stock, has been deceived and drawn into a battle they cannot win alone.
Isolated, they tremble in fear, knowing what is coming… they look for deliverance from their leaders, only to find they are the very one’s who have forged the chains of their bondage. What then can they do?
They must rise up out of their own misery and take hold of the reigns of government … they must unit as one, in their common need, too restore their Constitutional Republic. Will it be easy? Nay, it will be very difficult. Will they succeed? Only, if they have can find the leaders and muster the resolve, to do what is necessary, too pull down those who have betrayed their trust; too, replace them with true Citizen Politicians, who will serve their term of office and then be willing to return to their homes and businesses… where they must live under the system they have administered. Then justice, tranquility, peace and prosperity, will return to everyman’s house, and our Nation will once again be a city, set upon a hill, a beacon of light in a land of darkness, and liberty will dwell in everyman’s home.