Poetry and Art


GOVERNMENT OH GOVERNMENT HIDDEN AND SO SECRET.

TRUE ILLUSIONISTS WITH DISSAPEARING ACTS OF THERE CHOOSING.

FREEDOMS ARE TAKEN OUR FATHERS GROUND IS SHAKING.
WE KNOW WHO HAS CONTROL THERE IS NO MISTAKING.

NEW WORLD ORDER AND THERE RIZE TO POWER. THIS WILL BE THE OUTCOME IF WE CONTINUE TO COWAR.

SHOW YOUR TRUE COLLORS PATRIOTS UNITE.
WE SHOULD ALL STAND TOGETHER TIME TO FIGHT! TIME TO FIGHT! TIME TO FIGHT!

Poetry Has been a big part of my life and has been a great release for me through out the years. I will periodically add poetry of mine as well as poetry and art from others. Credit will be given unless wishing to remain anonymous. Privacy is a Priority at No Bull Blogger. Unless Publicly Commenting(See license and writes pages for more info)

This Next Poem is to express how I felt about my Government Three months ago. Before I came upon Alex Jones and other Patriots and Constitution Lovers.

“It Was”

by Freedom Writer

It was highlighted And glistening bright And I might add It was a shimmering light.

It was condescending And caught our full attention And it was ever so immaculate In case I failed to mention.

It was transcendent And had no restraints It was so incredible Nearly made me faint.

It was GOD like With its vigorous force And when “it was” took over

“It was” showed no remorse.

INDEPENDENCE BELL

Worksheet There was tumult in the city, In the quaint old Quaker town, And the streets were rife with people. Pacing restless up and down

People gathering at corners,     Where they whispered each to each, And the sweat stood on their temples, With the earnestness of speech.

As the bleak Atlantic currents. Lash the wild Newfoundland shore, So they beat against the State House, So they surged against the door;And the mingling of their voices     
Made a harmony profound, Till the quiet street of chestnuts Was all turbulent with sound. “Will they do it?”   “Dare they do it?”  .”Who is speaking?”    “What’s the news?””What of Adams?”     “What of Sherman?”     “O, God grant they won’t refuse !””Make some way, there!”    “Let me nearer!”     “I am stifling !” — “Stifle, then:
When a nation’s life’s at hazard,     We’ve no time to think of men !”
So they beat against the portal —     Man and woman, maid and child; And the July sun in heaven     On the scene looked down and smiled; The same sun that saw the Spartan     Shed his patriot blood in vain, Now beheld the soul of freedom    All unconquered rise again.

Aloft in that high steeple. Sat the bellman, old and gray; He was weary of the tyrant And his iron-sceptered sway;
So he sat with one hand ready     On the clapper of the bell,When his eye should catch the signal, Very happy news to tell. See ! see ! the dense crowd quivers     
Through all its lengthy line,As the boy beside the portal     Looks forth to give the sign! With his small hands upward lifted, Breezes dallying with his hair, Hark ! with deep, clear intonation, Breaks his young voice on the air.

Hushed the people’s swelling murmur, List the boy’s strong joyous cry!”Ring!” he shouts aloud; “ring ! Grandpa !     Ring !  O, ring for Liberty !”And straight way, at the signal,     The old bellman lifts his hand,And sends the good news, making     Iron music through the land. How they shouted !  What rejoicing!     How the old bell shook the air,Till the clang of freedom ruffled     The calm gliding Delaware !How the bonfires and the torches      Illumed the night’s repose,And from the flames, like Phoenix,     Fair Liberty arose ! That old bell now is silent,     And hushed its iron tongue,But the spirit it awakened     Still lives — forever young.And while we greet the sunlight     On the Fourth of each July,We’ll ne’er forget the bellman,     Who, ‘twist the earth and sky,Rung out our Independence,     Which, please God, shall never die !

Note:Quaker town = Philadelphiastreet of chestnuts = Chestnut StreetAdams = John Adams, a delegate from Massachusetts to the Continental Congress.  He was the principal champion of the Declaration of IndependenceSherman = Roger Sherman, a delegate from Connecticutthe Spartan = In 480 B.C., three hundred Greeks belonging to the state of Sparta and under the leadership of Leonidas, all perished in defending the Pass of Thermopylae against the Persian invaders who came to destroy the liberties of Greeceillumed = illuminated, lighted upPhoenix = fabled bird, according to the Greeks, rose from its own ashes

Henry Van Dyke
’Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous places and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of their kings,- But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things. So it’s home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be, In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.Oh, London is a man’s town, there’s power in the air; And Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in the hair; And it’s sweet to dream in Venice, and it’s great to study Rome; But when it comes to living … there is no place like home. I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled; I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled; But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way! I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack: The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. But the glory of the Present is to make our Future free, We love our land for what she is and what she is to be. Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me! I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

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