Poems for MySpace

My, what a lovely country,
Americans, we are blessed!
Any direction one turns,
Her great beauty takes your breath.

The tall majestic mountains
With glistening snow crowned heads,
Blue mysterious oceans
Waves of sparkling water spread.

Beautiful grassy meadows
Cool refreshing mountain springs,
The gorgeous golden sunsets,
The wild untamed rolling plains.

Kingly trees with arms reaching
To offer their treasures rare,
Gorgeous flowered decor
Of garden palaces fair.

The symphony of raindrops
Pitter pattering the ground,
Choruses of sweet song birds
Serenading where they’re found.

Musicians of small creatures
From crickets to the jar flies,
Lightening bugs wink at us
Illuminates velvet skies.

Beautiful America,
God has shed His grace on thee;
Beautiful America,
Yes, far as the eye can see.

Beautiful America,
Blessed with strength and liberty,
Beautiful America,
Thank God, you are my country!

triumphantly they shout, jubilantly they celebrate, joyfully
they sing their voice of praises and thanks, its a day and
a moment, to remember that the nation has come together
to face the new challenge of a new America

it is a call to victory, all are winners, all are beginners, to a
new vision of what awaits to the American people in the
high way of change, for every one holds a breath of history,
a chapter in every pages of life, in search to a prosperous,
nation

dream are only a dreams, shackle in the ecstasy of memories,
just always remembered, our dear forefather for they believed
of what they envision of the future, their hearts leads us to
conquer of what is today and now is the moment to grasp, of
what is time in our hands

today is the future that holds, and tomorrow is the day to stay,
live it today for this future lies only in our hands, a lesson to
know that yesterday is just a steps for to day’s to come

long live AMERICA, there is only one America to live, like
America, a home that every one is free, a nation that God
will find its way, to be bless through out eternity

How funny,
The public
Slaves to each new fad.
Making money,
Companies reap the
Harvest of the land
In America.

How sad,
Seeing just what
Is ruling our lives.
How mad
It is, how many
Simply follow the tides
Of popularity
In America.

How weird,
Music was once
An expression of self.
Now, all you hear
Is about violence,
Drugs, sex, and wealth.
How lovely, America.

Big companies,
Cosmetic appearance,
And socialism,
Controlling our minds.
Advertising,
Popular trends
And fixation on shallow beauty
Blinding our eyes
To what really matters
Here, in America.

There is no politics or science
On the field of battle
There is no fight or
Black or white on the front
The boys far away
Don’t debate, they only serve
The country they love
Not fully knowing the homeward
Battles,
Faded pictures of family
Loved ones, not knowing
Their privet pain always
Thinking what would
Happen if I die? What will
They all think?
Hero? Or just gone?
Little children never to see
There fathers eyes,
All for the sake of liberty
We shed blood in the name
Of that liberty
People die each day supporting it
Little do we know the pain
Inside there hearts
We only know our stand
We stand united
But divided at the same time
Not knowing where
We should be as Americans
As America comes up on
The four-year anniversary
What do we ponder about
America and the politics of it?
Four years ago Sunday
Is the 9-11 Anniversary
When America bannered together
And there were no
Republicans and democrats
There were no
Bush supporters and
Non-bush supporters
We were bannered together
As Americans
In the field of battle
Against evil
There is no politics
And science
Just liberty
Just America

I’m His Angel

I’m his angel the one who looks over him
I’m his angel the one who cares for him
I’m his angel the one who loves him
I’m his angel the one who has beautiful brown eyes
I’m his angel the one who has beautiful dark brown hair
I’m his angel I will be there when he gets hurt
I’m his angel I will be the one that is always on his mind
I am the angel that keeps him breathing
I am the angel of his dreams
I am the angel that keeps him alive
I am his angel that will cheer him up when he is sad

~Katie Bunge