When We Sold Freedom #presidentsday #poetry #loveamerica

 

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It was bought bravely

two hundred years ago

Washington ably led us

through the bullets and the snow

Lincoln spoke for man’s rights

it was the Constitution’s stand

abolishing slavery

giving hope, our Forefather’s plan

It was spoken of in the streets

and across the golden waves

stronger than a concept

it ruffled in our flag

an idea worth the grasping

for a time waved tall and proud

a steel lady in a harbor

children pledged the words out loud

“I pledge Allegiance

to the flag of the United States of America

and to the Republic for which it stands

one nation under God

indivisible with liberty

and justice for all”

Freedom cannot be taken

robbed or in a New York alley sold

it is born by its people

who against tyranny are bold

it can be lost I’ve noticed

when avarice seizes the day

so sad and unbecoming

when we throw freedom away

 

 

I wrote this poem and then by chance watched the movie America– Imagine a world without her?

 

 

 

Piere Chalory and the Twin Towers #911 #NYC #art

Today marks the 13th year anniversary of 9/11. Can we forget the horrific footage of planes banking into their final approach as they attacked the Twin Towers in New York City? Can survivors ever forget the confusion and fear as they felt the impact and the buildings shook. How difficult was it to find an avenue of escape when the air was poisonous and thick?

 I have close friends who are survivors and they relive the maze of the Pentagon  over and over. They ask “WHY?” Why was I away from my desk? Why was it my co-worker rather than me?”  We should never forget this day. It was a day that terror took to the skies and waged war.

 

 

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I am honored to feature the work of French artist Piere Chalory. The above painting was painted in August 1998. If you look at the photograph of the fractured areas where the planes struck the twin towers, they are really too close for guess work. How did Chalory know? What vision did he see as he went about his normal routine of painting in the abstract world of science fiction? I’m not sure he knows but his work ( a total of 6 paintings) is an indicator of the inevitably of that day.

 

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Please check out the link of Chalory’s 9/11 related work Here.

Tomorrow, I will be sharing more of Chalory’s art. I hope you come back to enjoy his inspirational work.

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The painting of the statue of liberty carries a message. I would love to encourage you to write something poetry, prose, reflection or haiku in honor of this day. Please link back to this post so I and  others will enjoy your tribute.

An Immigrant’s Dream #flashfiction #history #statueofliberty

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“I see her far away in the distance.” a youngun called.

The tall looming lady was a welcome sight after long weeks at sea.

“Hot meals will be a welcome relief after weeks of soapy soup,” the weary matron thought.

The pretty girl, in the gown, that was beginning to show its wear, wore a tight smile. ” I hope he likes me; there is nothing to go back to if I’m sent back.”

“Will there really be work for the likes of a scrawny boy with naught but two pence to rub together?”

The Lady distanced herself from the expectations.

Today at Friday Fictioneers Rochelle has up whipping up stories on the sea entering New York harbor.

Ahhhh New York


NYC

I

Rarely sleep

Dear Lady

Mr. Ellis

tower above the sky

MOMA

quite the Broad

Putting on

The glitz

Flushing

Balls and rackets

I look at you in

Awww

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N.y.c.

I’m looking down on you

The Crowds

The fans

The Thrills

The jams

I Love

You

N Y C

*final dance step exit stage right*

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FYI:I love the song N Y C – my daughter played Grace in a local production of Annie. It’s a wonderful song / memory….

That’s a piece of my NYC rendition

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