OBAMA HEROES & BEYOND
The joy of life is like a fading flower And the wrath of death is to shrivel and decay. Committing our spirits to either right or wrong Simply by how we choose to live our night or day.
After death the wicked cease to be troublesome And all who are weary have forever to rest. People who apply their heart to seek out wisdom Are lovingly remembered by all they have blessed.
Let there be no sad farewell after we have gone Hopefully to heaven, where worthy souls live on. Searching for reunion with others we once knew Be they Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or Jew.
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.
Tears are the raindrops of the soul And there's one for all who die. They are the silent words of grief As they fall free from the eye.
The shortest verse in the Bible Is the one where Jesus wept So, if you hold back tears, shed them When your pains too harsh to accept.
Tears are lovelier than a smile When they come from those you love As they seek relief from sadness When you're summoned from above.
Tears are a love-mates humble gift When it's time to say goodbye Though the eyes are wet and swollen With time and patience they dry.
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 you in deep waters Though it doesn't wish you to drown. It's your past record that lets us know Who you are as you 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.
Our flag is fabric wove of thread Carried by heroes live and dead. She stands for justice and courage too With her colors; red, white and blue.
For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers For any who die, there’ll be tears For all who love her, life is swell For those who harm her, war is hell.
How many moms have cried before As they sent their children to war? How many dads have not returned Because our freedom must be earned?
Wars were waged where brave men died As patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of earth Because of those who prove her worth.
Children identify with our fears Where adults share our dreams. Life is a mystical journey With laughter, sadness and schemes.
A never-ending quest of struggle Where everyone has their role. Sometimes wrong, sometimes right Facing problems, which take their toll.
Even the beautiful someday shall fade As year after year they grow old. With aches, pains, wrinkles and grief The answers of a lifetime unfold.
How long will we be remembered For better or for worse? For being tender and understanding Or just another person’s curse.
Truthful and honest with family or friends Staying clear of any who lie or sneak. Guarding against actions selfish, and cruel Free to be generous and unique.
After death who will miss us When to heaven we have gone? Will family cry our name in tears As in their hearts we live on?
OBAMA & HEAVEN’S HEROES
Winning souls tend to change everything, Including who and what we are. When our darkness within transforms to light And our eyes have the luster of a star.
We must always pray for the lost among us Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction. So they may know their own repentance Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.
All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war. They do what they do with deliverance of heart Defeating the dark side of life and more.
Noah found safety within the beams of his ark To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth. Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.
David the shepherd, a boy among men Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone. Samson the strong man, broke from his chains Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.
Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell. Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.
Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes When it is my time to escape my woes. I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face As we celebrate the journey we chose.
Those who wish to be, not forgotten Just days after they're dead and gone. Must write such things worth remembering Or commit acts, worth passing on.
We think highly of those who create Goodness and beauty around them. But those who squander their lives away Our predictions for them are grim.
The fame of people should always be Estimated by the means they used. It’s human breath that promotes most fame Often unwholesome and abused.
The perfume of good deeds projects fame Performed by those with great passion. Not by persons in corrupt temples Whose honesty, they must ration.
By White House Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web
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