Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, \nWhat so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? \nWhose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, \nO'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? \nAnd the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, \nGave proof through the night that our flag was still there. \nO say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave \nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? \n\nOn the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, \nWhere the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, \nWhat is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, \nAs it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? \nNow it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, \nIn full glory reflected now shines on the stream: \n'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave \nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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PLAY BALL!!!\n\nGood Job Liz -(Standing Ovation)
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Far, far, far away - way\nPeople heard him say - say\nI will find a way - way\nThere will come a day - day\nSomething will be done. Then at last the mighty ship\nDescending on a point of flame\nMade contact with the human race\nAnd melted hearts Now, now, now is the time - time\nTime to be - be - be awareCarter's father saw him there and\nmade contact with the human race at Mildenhall.\nKnew the Rhull revealed to him the \nglowing soul of Heremond the Wake. \nOh, my, something in my eye - eye\nSomething in the sky - sky\nWaiting there for me The outer rope rolls early back\nThe service men were heard to sigh\nFor there revealed in glowing robes\nWas Lucy in the sky\nOh - oh - did you ever know - know\nNever ever will they\nI cannot say \nSomething in his cosmic art\nAnd glowing slightly from his toes\nThe psychic and the nations fly
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And I heard as it were the noise of thunder\nOne of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw\nAnd behold a white horse\n\nThere's a man going around taking names and he decides\nWho to free and who to blame every body won't be treated\nQuite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down\nWhen the man comes around\n\nThe hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each\nSip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup\nOr disappear into the potter's ground\nWhen the man comes around\n\nHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing\nMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrum\nVoices calling and voices crying\nSome are born and some are dying\nIts alpha and omegas kingdom come\nAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nThe virgins are all trimming their wicks\nThe whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks\nTill Armageddon no shalam no shalom\n\nThen the father hen will call his chicken's home\nThe wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet\nThey will cast the golden crowns\nWhen the man comes around\n\nWhoever is unjust let him be unjust still\nWhoever is righteous let him be righteous still\nWhoever is filthy let him be filthy still\nListen to the words long written down\nWhen the man comes around\n\nHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing\nMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrum\nVoices calling and voices crying\nSome are born and some are dying\nIts alpha and omegas kingdom come\nAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nThe virgins are all trimming their wicks\nThe whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks\nIn measured hundred weight and penny pound\nWhen the man comes around\n\nAnd I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts\nAnd I looked and behold, a pale horse\nAnd it's name it said on him was Death\nAnd Hell followed with him.
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One of the main ways the poem speaks' (the Diction?) is through the rhythm. It is slow and unhurried like the footsteps of the people carrying Sir John and like the drum beat at a funeral.  Otherwise there isn't a lot of imagery.  There is the 'struggling moonlight' perhaps an image of their own struggle in Battle.  The words are all short and clear, like a soldiers, and like his own funeral with no pomp though he was a hero.
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An Open Border \nby \nScott Rohter\n\n\nTake some bricks and build a wall\nMake it solid, strong and tall.\nLet it stretch from gulf to sea\nThat safer at home we all may be.\nBuild it wide from rim to rim\nSo terrorists and smugglers can’t sneak in;\nAnd make it deep, secure from holes\nThrough which flow the drugs that wreck our souls.\nStop the drug trade in its tracks.\nKeep us safe from terrorist attacks.\nAnd let it stand the test of time\nI pray, keep safe this land of mine.\n\nConsider this, that it’s your job\nTo keep those out who would rape and rob;\nFrom this great cause you cannot run\nWhile so many of us have lost daughter and son.\nYou ask our children to serve and fight;\nThey trust their leaders to do what’s right.\nAnd what’s right is this — it’s easy to see;\nIt’s plain and simple, as one, two, three —\nIf you’ll keep us safe in the war on terror\nAn open border is a fatal error
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Were soarin, flyin\nthere's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.\nIf were tryin, so were breakin free.\nYou know the world can see us, in a way that's different than who we are.\nCreating space betweem us, til' were separate hearts.\nBut your faith it gives me strength, strength to believe.\n\nWere Breakin free.\nWere Soarin. Flyin.\nThere's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.\nIf were tryin, so were breakin free.\n\nCan you feel it building like a wave the ocean just can't control.\nConnected by a feeling(ooh)in our soul.(ooh)\nRising til' it lifts us up, so everyone can see.\n\nWere Breakin free.\nWere Soarin. Flyin.\nThere's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.\nIf were tryin, so were breakin free.\nWere runnin, climbin.\nto get to the place to be all that we can be.\nNow's the time.So were breakin free.\n(oooh yeah)\n\nMore than hope, more than faith.\nThis is true, this is fate.\nAnd together we see it comin.\nMore than you, more than me.\nNot a want, but a need.\nBoth of us Breakin free.\n\nWere soarin, Flyin.\nThere's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.\nIf were tryin, so were breakin free.\nWere runnin, ooh climbin.\nto be all that we can be.\nNows the time( nows the time)\nso were breakin free.\n(oooohhhh)\nYou know the world can see us, in a way that's different than whop we are........
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From the Halls of Montezuma\nTo the Shores of Tripoli;\nWe fight our country's battles\nIn the air, on land and sea;\nFirst to fight for right and freedom\nAnd to keep our honor clean;\nWe are proud to claim the title\nof United States Marine.\n\nOur flag's unfurled to every breeze\nFrom dawn to setting sun;\nWe have fought in ev'ry clime and place\nWhere we could take a gun;\nIn the snow of far-off Northern lands\nAnd in sunny tropic scenes;\nYou will find us always on the job--\nThe United States Marines.\n\nHere's health to you and to our Corps\nWhich we are proud to serve\nIn many a strife we've fought for life\nAnd never lost our nerve;\nIf the Army and the Navy\nEver look on Heaven's scenes;\nThey will find the streets are guarded\nBy United States Marines.\n\n\n"This Is My Rifle"\nThe Creed of a US Marine\n\nThis is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.\n\nMy rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.\n\nMy rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I WILL...\n\nMy rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. WE WILL HIT...\n\nMy rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL...\n\nBefore God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY LIFE.
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -\nLenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -\nworld serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,\nspeed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,\ndown height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for\nhire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies\nbreathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered\ncrop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,\ncommon group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its\nown needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the\nreverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright\nlight, feeling pretty psyched.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.\n\nSix o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,\nreturn, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,\nblood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,\nlight a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,\nthis means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,\na tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives\nand I decline.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.\n\nThe other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.\nLeonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.\nBirthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,\nslam, but neck, right? Right.\n\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it.\nIt's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...\n\n(It's time I had some time alone)
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star spangled banner?
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First,\nIs this the one you mean?\n"It takes all sorts of in- and outdoor schooling \nTo get accustomed to my kind of fooling."\nIt is from his poem called "Something for Hope".\n\n"Something For Hope"\n\nAt the present rate it must come to pass\nAnd that right soon that the meadow sweet\nAnd steeple bush not good to eat\nWill have crowded out the edible grass.\n\nThen all there is to do is wait\nFor maple birch and spruce to push\nThrough meadow sweet and steeple bush\nAnd crowd them out at a similar rate.\n\nNo plow among these rocks would pay.\nSo busy yourself with other things\nWhile the trees put on their wooden rings\nAnd with long-sleeved branches hold their sway.\n\nThen cut down the trees when lumber grown,\nAnd there's your pristine earth all freed\nFrom lovely blooming but wasteful weed\nAnd ready again for the gr to own.\n\nA cycle we'll say of a hundred years.\nThus foresight does it and laissez faire,\nA virtue in which we all may share\nUnless a government interferes.\n\nPatience and looking away ahead,\nAnd leaving some things to take their course.\nHope may not nourish a cow or horse,\nBut spes alit agricolam 'tis said.\n\nSecond of all,\n"The Gift Outright" was a poem written by Frost and later recited by Frost at JFK's Inauguration.\n\n"The Gift Outright"\n~ The Gift Outright ~\n\nThe land was ours before we were the land's.\nShe was our land more than a hundred years\nBefore we were her people. She was ours\nIn Massachusetts, in Virginia.\nBut we were England's, still colonials,\nPossessing what we still were unpossessed by,\nPossessed by what we now no more possessed.\nSomething we were withholding made us weak.\nUntil we found out that it was ourselves\nWe were withholding from our land of living,\nAnd forthwith found salvation in surrender.\nSuch as we were we gave ourselves outright\n(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)\nTo the land vaguely realizing westward,\nBut still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,\nSuch as she was, such as she would become.\n\n\nHope that is help for you!
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I had to write a poem - yes, I know\nThe problem is I have no talent, though\nI think a lot and hope I'll find a way\nto tell you how I feel...'cause I obey. \n\nLike any human creature, I was told:\n"To share emotions, you have to be bold, \nTo look in other's eyes and speak up right\nabout anything you ...dreamt at night!" \n\nI wish I could find better words to share\nWarm messages about you would care, \nTo teach you some important lesson now\nI wish I had the power to know how. \n\nTo speak about love, and family\nAbout kids and play - yes, I agree\nAbout war and soldiers - so much fear\nAbout weapons, killing - one more tear. \n\nI wish I had a potion or a charm\nProtecting all Americans of any harm\nIf we had dreamt about all that's bad\nthen waking up won't make anyone sad!\n\nI thank you all for listening my work\nI really wish you won't feel I did wrong,\nI hope you all have a great day\nAnd to wirte poems in a better way!
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The full inscription on the Statue of Liberty is a poem entitled "New Collusus" by Emma Lazarus:\n\n    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,\n    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;\n    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand\n    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame\n    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name\n    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand\n    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command\n    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.\n\n    "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she\n    With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,\n    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,\n    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.\n    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,\n    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" \n\nI haven't been to hell, but if you are referring to Dante's hell, the inscription reads: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.  Dante wrote in Italian, so feel free to translate.
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Where were you\n\nWhere were you when the world stop turning on that September day\nOut in the yard with your wife and children\nOr working on some stage in L.A.\nDid you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke \nRising against that blue sky\nDid you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor\nOr did you just sit down and cry\nDid you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones\nAnd pray for the ones who don't know\nDid you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble\nAnd sob for the ones left below\nDid you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue\nAnd the heroes who died just doin' what they do\nDid you look up to heaven for some kind of answer\nAnd look at yourself and what really matters\n\nI'm just a singer of simple songs\nI'm not a real political man\nI watch CNN but I'm not sure I could\nTell you the difference in Iraq and Iran\nBut I know Jesus and I talk to God\nAnd I remember this from when I was young\nFaith, hope and love are some good things He gave us\nAnd the greatest is love\n\nWhere were you when the world stop turning on that September day\nTeaching a class full of innocent children\nOr driving down some cold interstate\nDid you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor\nIn a crowded room did you feel alone\nDid you call up your mother and tell her you loved her\nDid you dust off that bible at home\nDid you open your eyes, hope it never happened\nAnd you close your eyes and not go to sleep\nDid you notice the sunset the first time in ages\nOr speak to some stranger on the street\nDid you lay down at night and think of tomorrow\nGo out and buy you a gun\nDid you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'\nAnd turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns\nDid you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers\nStand in line and give your own blood\nDid you just stay home and cling tight to your family\nThank God you had somebody to love\n\nI'm just a singer of simple songs\nI'm not a real political man\nI watch CNN but I'm not sure I could\nTell you the difference in Iraq and Iran\nBut I know Jesus and I talk to God\nAnd I remember this from when I was young\nFaith, hope and love are some good things He gave us\nAnd the greatest is love
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O Canada!\nOur home and native land!\nTrue patriot love in all thy sons command.\nWith glowing hearts we see thee rise,\nThe True North strong and free!\nFrom far and wide, O Canada,\nWe stand on guard for thee.\nGod keep our land glorious and free!\nO Canada, we stand on guard for thee.\nO Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
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Excellent poem. I printed it & hung it in my Living room wall.\n Thanks
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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT \nDylan Thomas \n\nDo not go gentle into that good night, \nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nWise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir fragile deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like a meteor and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nAnd you there, Dear father, on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\nThe above is in my opinion the best poem out there, You can also visit poetry.com for the works multiple amateur poets
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Shades Of Grey - by Billy Joel\nSome things were perfectly clear, seen with the vision of youth\nNo doubts and nothing to fear, I claimed the corner on truth\nThese days it's harder to say I know what I'm fighting for\nMy faith is falling away\nI'm not that sure anymore\n\nShades of grey wherever I go\nThe more I find out the less that I know\nBlack and white is how it should be\nBut shades of grey are the colors I see\n\nOnce there were trenches and walls and one point of every view\nFight 'til the other man falls\nKill him before he kills you\nThese days the edges are blurred, I'm old and tired of war\nI hear the other man's words\nI'm not that sure anymore\n\nShades of grey are all that I find\nWhen I look to the enemy line\nBlack and white was so easy for me\nBut shades of grey are the colors I see\n\nNow with the wisdom of years I try to reason things out\nAnd the only people I fear are those who never have doubts\nSave us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they're for\nI won't be righteous again\nI'm not that sure anymore\n\nShades of grey are all that I find\nwhen I look to they enemy line\nThere ain't no rainbows shining on me\nShades of grey are the colours I see\n\nShades of grey wherever I go\nThe more I find out the less that I know\nThere ain't no rainbows shining on me\nShades of grey are the colors I see