Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	03-June 06:26:11 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 42490 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Uncle Sam [time] => 2004-04-09 16:08:25 [hometext] => A UK view of the Bush vs Islam final crusade [bodytext] => The moment of truth,
Whether airplane or shotgun,
Or poison or arrow,
Is what keeps them alive.
Their caution stands by them,
They work with their passion,
So late in the office,
Ignoring their lies.

The method not fickle,
The moment important,
To see sweet eyes twinkle,
Then just fade away.
Transparent reflection,
A diverse collection,
Of pity and sorrow,
And greed here today.

Like lovers at sunset,
They gaze down with wonder,
Whilst hideous people,
Contort at their will.
They sense the end coming,
Their heads full of sonnets,
Morality calling,
To maim and to kill.

Response to the outcry
Said such all known convicts,
And find us a killer,
That nobody knows.
With ten thousand suspects,
Whose eyes all scream guilty,
The public is happy,
But where did they go?

With solace in beauty,
He stares at the heavens,
And prays hard to their God,
To give them a sign.
A falling star dazzles,
And kickstarts his logic,
It's back to his duty.
It's firework time.

With twenty to thirty,
The immigrant lies there,
Sharing his cell,
With a good cherokee.
For soon falls conviction,
Those folk prefer fiction,
In the home of the brave,
And the land of the free.

Relaxed in his small mind,
The press of a button,
Sends shockwaves through downtown,
As souls are released.
The cable reporter,
(The rich chairman's daughter)
Was killed when,
This awful device was unleashed.

Unscrupulous killers,
This tribe who slay sinners,
They all must be captured,
As good must prevail.
Avoid all confusion,
Let's bomb in profusion,
And turn the third world,
To an atomic hell. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 41 [informant] => alasdaircairns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )

Uncle Sam

Contributed by alasdaircairns on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 04:08:25 PM in AEST
Topic: political

The moment of truth,
Whether airplane or shotgun,
Or poison or arrow,
Is what keeps them alive.
Their caution stands by them,
They work with their passion,
So late in the office,
Ignoring their lies.

The method not fickle,
The moment important,
To see sweet eyes twinkle,
Then just fade away.
Transparent reflection,
A diverse collection,
Of pity and sorrow,
And greed here today.

Like lovers at sunset,
They gaze down with wonder,
Whilst hideous people,
Contort at their will.
They sense the end coming,
Their heads full of sonnets,
Morality calling,
To maim and to kill.

Response to the outcry
Said such all known convicts,
And find us a killer,
That nobody knows.
With ten thousand suspects,
Whose eyes all scream guilty,
The public is happy,
But where did they go?

With solace in beauty,
He stares at the heavens,
And prays hard to their God,
To give them a sign.
A falling star dazzles,
And kickstarts his logic,
It's back to his duty.
It's firework time.

With twenty to thirty,
The immigrant lies there,
Sharing his cell,
With a good cherokee.
For soon falls conviction,
Those folk prefer fiction,
In the home of the brave,
And the land of the free.

Relaxed in his small mind,
The press of a button,
Sends shockwaves through downtown,
As souls are released.
The cable reporter,
(The rich chairman's daughter)
Was killed when,
This awful device was unleashed.

Unscrupulous killers,
This tribe who slay sinners,
They all must be captured,
As good must prevail.
Avoid all confusion,
Let's bomb in profusion,
And turn the third world,
To an atomic hell.

Copyright © alasdaircairns ... [ 2004-04-09 16:08:25]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Uncle Sam (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 04:40:10 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

very good and very true... the American method of democracy for the Iraqi ppl seems to be tanks and a bullet to the forehead. I am glad that you are resistant to their lies keep on writing like this... its amazing.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Uncle Sam (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 01:03:03 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

We had a war in 1939, A war to end all wars. I often ask myself why so many people had to die. bernard

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com