American Hurricane Fantasy ~ Joan Clifton Costner


 Play Song America


American Hurricane Fantasy


There
s a warning in the early breeze,
By evening it
s a gale;
A sea upon which any ship
Would not, could not, sail.

The predictions from the weatherman
Are coming true, and fast!
Will these wild and deadly seas
Engulf us all, at last?

America is like this sea;
A tempest, raging wild.
On our knees, we call on God
Like a fragile, frightened, child.

From far across the waves I see,
In cadence with no yield,
A company of heroes marching
Steadfast from Flanders Fields.

Their spirits, joined by patriots
Crossing over tempest waves,
Reach Gettysburg , Arlington ;
Emptying every grave.

Their jaws are set, their eyes like steel,
Demand a full review.
Down Pennsylvania Avenue ,
They
re marching two by two.

The land they paid full measure for;
Laid down their hearts and souls,
And only kept her freedom for
Their tenacious, unyielding, hold ...

Is threatened now by shameless thieves
Who fill their pockets first,
In love with filthy lucre
, still
They seek the bulging purse.

They steal because they can and
No one even slaps their hand.
But, in my dream, those knaves were brought
Before those ghosts to stand.

And as in Daniel
s famed account,
The writing on the wall
Said, "Weighed, weighed, found wanting!"
Through an abyss they began to fall.

Labeled with names we cannot love
(Traitor, liar, thief);
Too guilt
y before these steadfast souls,
To beg for mercy or relief.

And the ghost-like soldiers stood with tears
And watched them disappear
While America (once good
~ once free)
Became slave to the high bidder
s cheer.

Whose slave is she, anyway?
Who holds the trillion note?
Where will they look for integrity to
Guard dispersion of funds without gloat?

Oh, God, grant the miracle we so need
To hold our light up high.
As one, let us bend our knees and pray
For America must not die.
© 2008 by Joan Clifton Costner
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The Man in the Chair ~ Joyce C. Lock

Remember Our Veterans




The Man in the Chair

We like our freedom
And wave our flag;
Love America,
With the good and the bad.
Just don't bother us
Or require a thing.
We're a people with rights,
What 'ere that brings.
Just watch yourself,
Come a shopping sale.
We claim best parking,
Not considering our error.
Before we forward
A Veteran's Day flair,
Consider showing thanks
To the Man in the chair.


In World War II, my father-in-law was shot out of a plane,
left for dead, and thereby lived his remaining years as a paraplegic.
This one is for him.
  




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While I’m Away ~ Joan Clifton Costner


Play Song  Letters From Home


While I’m Away
For sons of Service People

Son, you know my heart is aching
Even though I cannot say.
For, I might make you feel bad
And I’d never act that way.

There are some things a man must answer,
A call and we must go.
We labored hard for this free land.
We’ve battled many foes.

Every night I think about you
And the family, back at home.
I’ll be so glad to finish this;
Come home to never roam.

Now, here it is, your birthday!
We always had such fun!
But, when I’m through and come back home,
You’ll know we’ve just begun.

We’ll play some catch and football,
And grab a fishin’ pole ...
Camp out by the river,
Score a soccer goal.

And, we’ll know what ‘together’ means,
Better even than before;
Live in a safe land, free and brave.
That’s what this action’s for.

But, for right now, let’s make like ‘brave’,
As a boy like you would do.
You’ll grow up in freedom’s land,
With no tyrant ruling you.

I love my God, my country, and,
Son, I love you, too!
On this, your birthday, may I say,
"I’m doing this ... for you!"
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner

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Freedom ~ Joan Clifton Costner




“Men will cry, “Peace, Peace!”, but there is no peace….”


Freedom

There can be no freedom
As long as tyrants rage.
No man can truly live, as free,
While terrorist engage
In any action that
Will chill the gentle blood
And bring death and destruction
To those we cherish ~ love.

So, shall we let the heathen rage,
Go on planning evil,
Live in fear and bondage;
Dancing to their frenzied revel?

First, bow our heads. For, there is One
Who loves peace and freedom most,
Then, brings our singers to the front.
Our flag and banners boast
Of freedom ringing through the land
And holding out a helping hand;
Of setting free - supplying needs
Until our neighbor bravely sings,
"I’m Free!"
And, once again we learn, so well,
That fact that only experience tells.
'Freedom is NOT Free!'
© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner


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IN ANOTHER LAND ... ~ Joan Clifton Costner




IN ANOTHER LAND ...

The children are laughing and screaming delight
At the sounds of the firecrackers, day and night.
The beautiful colors of freedom appear,
With bursts of bright colors high in the air!

I know how they’re feeling. I once was a kid.
Maybe not so elaborate but, I did what they did.
We laughed and we shouted, our freedom assured
Because of what patriots and soldiers endured.

In another land, the sounds that the firecrackers make
Would fill all with fear of another mistake;
In a land where the laughter is only from knaves,
As they torture and lead humans to their own graves.

In a land where their torture is sick to the core,
You hear, are amazed; for some suffered more.
Was it human minds that thought up these acts?
Surely, no human could make such attacks.

A culture set free, once again, cost our blood.
Will the people there pay, realizing the good
That was the gift of American lassies and lads,
Of children who did without Mothers or Dads?

Will they thank, will they praise, will they set aside days
To remember the brave boys who paid; offer praise?
The world hears the pleas, as the good Book says,
"Peace, Peace!" and the rest of the phrase.

The Peacemakers cry, and so it should be,
"Peace! Peace! and be truly free!
Peacemakers, rise to the ultimate call;
Children of God, blest freedom for all!"
© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner


"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the Children of God."
Matthew 5:9

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Wave On, Red, White and Blue ~ Joan Clifton Costner





Wave On, Red, White and Blue

There’s a beautiful flag that’s waving;
So special for all of my life;
Many times carried to battle
Over men’s conflicts and strife.
I’ve seen it draped over a casket,
Folded in triangle shape too,
You understand lives were given -
Wave on red, white and blue!

When evil men dare to attack us
Or deal out a terrorist blow;
Our flag is a symbol of status -
Flying high like a torch, up it goes!
On every government building,
Over every ship in the bay,
Every county court house -
Each little church by the way.

And it feels so good the see the red, white and blue
Flying high all across our land,
And there seems to be an endless stream of songs that we sing,
American, God bless you, - hand in hand...
We’ll sing them all together once again...
We’ll raise our flag the highest it has been...
We’ll stand united singing songs of you...

Wave on! Wave on! Bright red, white, and blue!


Joan Clifton Costner




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