AMERICA

Published Date: December 5th, 2006
Category: Pleasure Island

by TOM ZART

THE AMERICAN SOLDIER

Our soldiers line up to be remembered As the best of the best at their job. They wish to be needed and depended on To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty Standing firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something greater than themselves They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.

By Tom Zart Author of “Love, War & More” Published by Publish America

FREEDOM

In their new uniforms, The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion, They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They’re so easy to lose But so hard to forget; Such a burden for a parent to bear.

Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten; But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields, Make it easy to tally the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war, And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more!

WAR

As war is fought it takes charge, And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change, Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy, Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred, Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token, Of the rage that must run it’s course, Before words of peace are spoken.

DADS AT WAR

Where would I be without you dad? My hero of night and day I’m so glad you love my mother, And take time for us each day.

The last time we played baseball, You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish, That I might be just half the man.

I love my father of this earth, And I love my father of heaven. It’s a lot for me to love, you know, For I’m only eleven.

Mom and I sure miss you, Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad? I can’t help but boast and brag.

SOLDIERS

Every man should be a soldier, As it was with Romans and Greeks, For evil loves to steal men’s souls And strike freedom from their cheeks.

It’s not the guns or armament, Or the flags which fly in parade, But love and cooperation That stops the devil’s charade.

Always remember those who march To the roll of muffled drums. Many we know, shall not return Except to sleep beneath the mums.

OUR WORLD

Glorious is this world of ours And the way we feel within, Where sometimes love plants its seed In the hearts of women and men.

Marvelous is our beautiful world And all the heavens above. If we would just do our duty, Our world would be full of love.

Our world resembles a ruthless game, Where all are eager players. There’s smiles of joy and tears of woe With hate, lust, love and prayers.

Our world is cruel to those who feel And a joke to those who think. Like the wind blown pages of a book Our years fly by in a blink.

FOOTBALL

The stands are full of eager fans Who say, we’re paid too much money! But if they would put our suits on, They’d find football isn’t funny.

Twenty-two men and five referees Chasing a pigskin, air filled ball. Mashing and bashing all the way, Till the striped shirts whistle their call.

All the generals on the sideline Are waging their athletic war. And the letters in the words they use, Never amount to more than four.

There’s no substitute for winning And no excuse for losing. Though after games; when we can’t sleep, It’s because of all the bruising.

THE COAL MINER

Coal mines in my daddy’s day, Were dug with strong hands and back They got larger and deeper, As the lungs of the miners turned black

Cave-ins, fires and explosions, Were my father’s daily fear. But what choice has a man When the wolf of hunger is near.

With three small kids and a wife, There were five stomachs to fill As we lived in poverty, In our shack below a hill.

I feel his blood within me, As the years of my life pass by, I’m proud that dad dug King Cole, For a miner so am I.

Life to me is but a rose, Though it’s thorns can make me cry. And like my dad before me, To my Lord I will not lie.

In cold earth someday I’ll sleep, With a shinny stone above. Carved in it, shall be the words, “I have known the joy of love.”

D-DAY

D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict That fore shadowed the end of Hitler’s dream. The largest joint combat landing ever, Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.

When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down, And all within paid a visit to hell. They jumped out to do good for their country, And to kill the enemy without fail.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves, In conditions not easily foreseen. By night the battle was in our favor, With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream.

The corpses littered the beach for five miles, Though heroism had carried the day, With literally thousands dead or wounded, Those who were left were determined to stay.

They faced great odds and chose not to protest, And won the war that put evil to shame. Most came home, married and raised their babies, But those who could not we recall with pain.

PEARL HARBOR DAY

Sunday, December the seventh, In the year of 1941, While most of Hawaii still slept, Came the planes of the Rising Sun.

Waves of bombers and fighters flew, From the decks of the Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground, “Banzai” was spoken from their lips.

The winds of war had been blowing Across the oceans of our earth, Though not till Pearl had been bombed, Did we realize what freedom’s worth.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts, At home and on the battle line. Both are equally important, When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack brought us World War II, With death, pain and separation. All who had served were well aware Of their sacrifice for nation.

THE MURDEROUS HAND OF MAN

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race, But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave which die, Then we’re not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn’t death, But that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice, With his enemy’s murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers, So the losers won’t suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence, Till the survivors come marching home.

BASEBALL

A game called prison ball was enjoyed in France, while English boys played rounder in short pants. Town ball was the game that Americans played, While friends and family watched from the shade.

American baseball became alive, With Cartwright’s rules of 1845. Civil War soldiers played be behind the lines, To help pass time and soothe troubled minds.

Professional baseball got its start, When the National League performed its part. Soon after fans would pay to see the games As the players traveled by boats and trains.

From April to October, players play. Half the time at home and half away. By thirty, it’s time for most to retire, Before they’re consumed by game time desire.

GENERAL WASHINGTON

Once in command, he boxed in the British At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights, Overlooking the Brits at his mercy As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice, To sail to New York to renew the fight. Where the English had much greater forces, Who soon chased Washington’s men in full flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat, With the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That’s when Washington crossed the Delaware. On that Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton, Where in victory his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown, Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown, But the British were the victorious ones As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

Americans were blessed early that spring, When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The battles raged on, in the North and South As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land. Washington himself was in great despair, Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of the fight And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home, But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, For they believed that “he,” by God, was sent.

LIBERTY

Liberty is to be free and independent Without slavery, imprisonment, or loss of right. Though bit-by-bit many try to steal it away, For if they were to take it all at once, we’d fight.

So protect your liberty that others don’t have, For beside life, there’s nothing more precious on earth. Too many have yearned, fought, suffered, and died for it. And we must never lose sight of what liberty’s worth.

Evil loves to strike liberty from the cheeks of men, And it’s been that way since the beginning of time. For a mind that’s not allowed to have a free thought. Becomes but a slave to the masters of mankind.

By Tom Zart Author of “Love, War & More” Published by Publish America

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SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents,
Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America’s doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The fearful cry we must submit.
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.

Now’s not the time to fight one another
Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
All through history it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.

May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It’s up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.

By Tom Zart

SATAN’S HORDE

Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders,
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.

Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all which is wicked
By his fire of eruption and storm.

To evil’s victory, I will never concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.

What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.

By Tom Zart

NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA

America, the abundant, the place I was born
I’ll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France,
Describes how inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

POLITICIANS

Most of the time as a politician stands up
Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
Promising anything and everything to anyone
While posing to the public, to be on common ground.

The higher the office the greater the corruption
As candidates compete for those dead presidents of green.
While we’re taxed to death to fund their pork
Our cost for everything has become obscene.

Thank God there are some better than most
Not squeaky clean, but more honest than others.
Regardless of party, they deserve our vote
For they share our thoughts like sisters and brothers.

Politicians who wish to be revered by history
Must earn their fame by living the truth.
Any who continue to mislead and deceive
Must be shunned by the voter at the booth.

Obama

A soldier for the people
Who’s been up and who’s been down
Though while on his journey
He has never turned around.

Facing more than flesh and blood
With Worthington’s two-faced hoard.
Opposing all who test his soul
With integrity as his sword.

The wicked casts their dark net
Over any they may charm.
Plotting to mislead the flock,
While pretending to do no harm.

He’ll expose the devious daily
As he works for you and me.
We’re not alone in our struggle
To preserve America the free.

His personal goals of well being
Will never stand in the way
Of doing his public duty
No matter what others may say.

His devotion shall prove contagious
It’s the brilliance of his kind
What you find within him
Is great character of mind.

With faith and courage, he must live
For his life to be complete
With good morals and family life
He’ll triumph, even in defeat.

He was raised to participate
Within his community
With his fellow men and women
He’ll enrich life, hope and liberty.

McCain

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty and sorrow of war
And we who remain must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!

Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.

Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.

Life may place us in deep waters
Though it doesn’t wish us to drown.
It’s our past record that lets others know
Who we are as we smile or frown.

If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.

Hillary

An angry woman opens her mouth
And shuts her mind to reason.
She who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.

Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it’s hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules hatred thrives
Then the world we love turns mean.

She who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain.
If some hot sparks scorch her face
Her anguish is thus her pain.

Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
She who rules her spirit with love
Shall be praised by all mankind.

By
Tom Zart

HILLARY’S AGENDA FOR
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN

Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In every city, town or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.

All are born as an innocent child
Till misled by others along the way.
God has always loved his children
Though it breaks His heart when they stray.

The mad dogs of man never repent
For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.

Samson, Solomon, Moses and David
Were chosen by God to stand tall.
They faced great odds and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.

The falsehoods of politics shadow man’s soul
Testing our faith, temperament and resolve.
Real heroes defend, liberate and unite
Facing problems with a mandate to solve.

No government shall exist forever
Who’s people are not really free.
Though around the world there are those
Who stay blind to how life should be.

Support our troops who battle the horde
While we live the good life back home.
When you see a soldier show them your smile
Say “hello we love you and your not alone.”

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.

What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
Never surrender our freedom of choice
Standing firm for what we believe and trust.

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OBAMA’S INAUGURATION DAY POEMS

FELLOW AMERICANS

Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought
Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
Will we protect our freedom and system of life
As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?

Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
By leaders who are self-serving and void?

Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
Will we preserve our heritage and our future
From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
Never surrender our freedom of choice
Standing firm for what we believe and trust.

Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right
Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.
Some of us are willing regardless of loss
To commit our soul to save the cross.

Evil prospers on greed and human hate
Always eager to destroy and defecate.
God’s grace descends on the souls of man
Cleansing the impure wherever He can.

As long as man has struggled on earth
Life has had its troubles from birth.
God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise
Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise.

The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday
Just how numerous, only He could say.
God loves his soldiers who line up to serve
By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

God Bless America

PRESIDENT OBAMA’S TWO WORLDS

There are two worlds, this one and the next
Man’s is deceptive, temporary and full of blame.
God’s is permanent, loving, truthful and complete
Free of hate, lust, war, greed and shame.

Our bodies belong to this world and die
Our souls come from God’s and return.
Virtue is knowledge of what is right or wrong
As the lessons of lifetime we learn.

Humans are disorderly, wasteful and corrupt
All are guilty of the ignorance of sin.
The worst crimes practiced on Earth today
Are the sadistic deeds committed by men.

History persist but nothing has changed
The world we live in is more dangerous than before.
Most people never know the true facts or answers
They just follow the leaders they fear or adore.

The falsehoods of politics shadow man’s soul
Testing our faith, temperament and resolve.
Real heroes defend, liberate and unite
Facing problems with a mandate to solve.

President Obama I pray for your wisdom
To deal with America’s troubles and enemies at hand.
Man’s world is God’s boot camp of divine worth
As the misdeeds of man crisscross the land.

By Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web

TOM ZART’S RADIO POEMS

You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 330 poems
of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

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