November 9, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
It’s Monday in America:
a new day dawing
an evil era waning
as we unite
– both, left and right:
agree to disagree
most respectfully
and bridge the divide
with determined stride
though battle scared
as esteemed leaders spared
together, we’ll seam
the American dream…O’Prunty
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October 19, 2020
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Only
Stephen King
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June 8, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
D-Day
Is About
All Who Fought,
Not About Politics Or
Presidents
Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 06.06.2019 – 11:40 A.M.
75th Anniversary Of D-Day Invasion Of Normandy On June 6th 1944
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June 8, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Our
Heroes Fought
And Died So
The World Could Have
Freedom
Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 06.06.2019 – 11:30 a.m. – D-Day – The Invasion Of Normandy
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May 20, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Imposing
Religious Ideology
Using Governmental Legislation
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May 17, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Only
Stephen King
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September 21, 2018
by jaybluepoems
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

I stand alone agape in horror, my heart beat racing as voices o’er the sea and land decry in throes, “Liar! Temptress!” sustained echoes that bend their eyes upon my stead, recounting words I’ve loved and said, “Give me your tired, your poor, your tost”, meant in truth but somehow lost.
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June 6, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS
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January 21, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
If I Could Choose, I
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January 16, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
How free are the free
How brave are the brave
In America today?
Have we learned our lessons
From the past
Or are we doomed
To repeat our errors, again?
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January 6, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
We Don’t Have A King
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October 31, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I love breaking rules
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August 17, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
How free are the free
How brave are the brave
In America today?
Have we learned our lessons
From the past
Or are we doomed
To repeat our errors, again?
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August 5, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Jungle drums beating
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March 14, 2017
by scatterednotebooks
Turn off the torch;
douse the light to the storm and,
those adrift.
Tear down her raised arm,
a beacon no more,
just a statue off-shore,
no more “world-wide welcome,”
no more “golden door.”
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April 18, 2014
by graypoet
Another Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore using a photo as inspiration:
Use the image at the following link as your inspiration. I can’t wait to read the responses to this one! http://1x.com/photo/45546/
I hope everyone will visit her blog and check out all the talented writers.
Today we have so much talk of freedoms
Having the right to do whatever we dream
But is that truly what freedom should be
Are those rights as free as they seem.
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June 26, 2012
by lonewolfpoetry
Your crooked smile foxed me
into believing I was in.
That I had solved the riddle without a clue,
enchanted the lock that knew no key.
Your eyes, half shut, whispered unknowable truths
of freedom, liberty.
A freedom with the potential to become ingrained
in the heart I used to call my own
but gave to you, recklessly loaned indefinitely.
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