Thursday, May 26, 2011

Memorial Day for Veterans & Preborn Humans killed

This is what I wrote for Memorial day 2005 a few months after my daddy had died, to remember him and the veterans he loved as a class so much. Adding it here since Memorial Day soon:

My Tribute to Veterans

by Gloria Poole

Millions of men died wounded,

and free again;

the song comes to me

by inspiration at 5 am,

with a tune,

and a tear;

Remembering my own daddy,

who died,

proud to have been a Veteran

of the U.S.A.,

his flag-wrapped casket,

visible in my mind's eye,

grieves my heart still,

after 3 years.

Millions of men died wounded,

now free again,

from suffering and sorrow,

pain and tears,

received in duty

to a cause;

Stained with their own blood,

sorrow for those

left behind,

heavy on their hearts,

wounded in soul, and body, and mind.

When that final release comes,

are free again,

for their spirits to soar,

upward to heaven,

and to laugh, dance, sing

there with the Angels.

----

Note: my daddy did not die in battle but he did die, and had a military funeral because he was a Veteran.He loved the Veterans and thought they deserved a better appreciation from the countries that they serve. This applies to all nations where men and women serve their nations with great personal sacrifice.
And this is my poem about the millions of tiny humans slaughtered in the womb for the sins of their mothers and fathers, and for greed, and worship of false gods of feminism and wealth for abortionists and some in Congress:

A Tune and A Tear
by Gloria Poole, R.N.
 
Simmering Rage
catching up to me,
fueled by,
stone-walling.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
Heads stuck in sand,
pretending not to see,
ba-bies in pieces,
Stone-walling!
Stone-Walling!
How could people
be so blind?
so as not to see
the agony
of shredded flesh?
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
A Tune and a Tear,
consumes my thoughts,
until in-fin-i-ty;
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
A tear is not
enough for me,
the tune reverberates;
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
People move around,
along the Mall,
walking,
and talking,
incessant-ly.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
They seem to be
alive and free,
but yet they are in
chains.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
They call it 'choice'
when what they mean,
is horror,
grim and vile.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
A Tune and a Tear,
rises up in me;
a sadness,
overwhelming.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
They shop
and buy,
and eat,
and laugh,
while blood flows,
down the drain.
Stone-walling!
Stone-Walling!
Their hearts are hard,
their souls are dead,
their eyes just
cannot see.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
The tiny parts
the tiny feet,
hands a half
inch big.
chopped with cleavers,
smeared on slides.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
The tears flow
freely,
down my face,
the agony of grief,
for unnamed
children of the world.
Stone-walling!
Stone-walling!
The nation's dead,
the future's gone,
poured down the
drain,
as 'choice'.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-walling!
The 'leaders' stall,
and prance about,
making foolish speeches,
with blinders on.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-walling!
They talk about
$900B,
or is only $8?
their utter
vacancy of minds!
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
While babies die,
day in and out,
slaughtered,
merciless-ly.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
Like Puppets
worked,
with strings,
 and mime.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
Phony people!
plastic hearts,
no love,
for anyone.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
They shop
and buy,
and eat and laugh,
and say,
 don't talk to me,
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
Don't tell me
'bout the blood
or the pain
of the ba-by.
Call it 'choice'
then pretend,
the life
wasn't meant to be.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
My tears flow down,
all over me,
til hysteria,
seems near.
Stone-Walling,
doesn't work
for me;
tsunami grief
engulfs.
Millions of innocents
were killed,
and never
even named.
Their blood poured
out,
their flesh ripped up,
on altars of
false gods.
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
How could this be,
considered 'right",
when it is so
very wrong?
Stone-Walling!
Stone-Walling!
A tune and tear,
began this song,
to spread
the agony;
til hearts break,
and vows are made,
to overcome;
the stone-walled hearts,
and open blinded eyes.
There cannot be
such a 'choice'
you see;
evil must
not win.
Rout the devil;
save the lives,
of tiny human ones;
lock away
bad people please,
outside the
city gates,
end the scourge,
stop the plagues,
wel-come
human life.
Have tears of joy,
and tunes of love,
and celebrate
human life.
Feel the joy
of babies' toothless grins;
see them learn
to crawl,
and walk,
and hear them
say your name.

And know a mother's love,
as your tiny one,
grasps your finger,
and recognizes
your face.
Accept the love,
a baby brings,
into your desperate life,
accept the gift that
GOD gives to you,
when sperm meets egg,
in you;
Don't turn away,
from greatest challenge,
you will ever know,
to raise a thriving
child,
there is no greater love,
than this;
no greater gift
at all,
than human
embodiment of life.
Spirit in the flesh,
the ultimate gift,
of life;
that flows with
sperm into the egg,
a man,
and woman's love;
sealed in flesh.
Connecting the past,
and future for you,
for commun-i-ty
and country too.
Your greatest gift,
you have to give,
is reproducing you.
Seeing your future,
teaching your progeny,
to love THE LORD,
and enjoy life;
Embrace life;
tear down the wall,
be the shining light.
Say NO to 'choice'
and yes to life;
and NO to misery.
Shed your tears at
grad-ua-tions,
weddings,
laugh,
and live,
and love.
Celebrate.
Embrace in married love.
Choose Life,
give birth to life.
 
Reject 'choice';
don't kill.
4:11 PM 2/7/2009
Also published on google docs at at
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcvgckh7_10g864v2c9 /
10:17 PM 3/14/2009
Both written by me Gloria Poole of and in Missouri; 26-May-2011;12:04pm;
Update 28-May-2011:
I am notifying the public that I do not have a Facebook account and never did, but someone else used my email to set up one. Facebook knows that 10 people are using my name on Facebook. The goals of Facebook are to make Zuckerberg rich. Nothing more and nothing less. He is a typical Harvard person--thinks the nation is a bunch of losers ripe for the picking, and selling their confidential information to every marketing company in the world; {how he makes his money.] And while I am on this topic, if you want to make an impression on somebody that matters get a real website that you create --not a one size fits all version of Facebook . Gloria Poole, artist in oils, acrylics, watercolors, powdered pastels. inks. gouche,tempera; and Registered Nurse, and poet; and PROLIFER and Republican--something not found on Facebook PAC for the dems]; and most importantly of all Christian.
Update on Memorial Day 30-May-2011:
You could see my profile on the Wall St Journal at:
http://online.wsj.com/community/public/5c5b675f-42f0-43ce-aabf-64c789ae727a/