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Poems that send darts🎯to touch our hearts❤️
On December 13, 1862, hundreds of soldiers lay dying in a field.
With mournful cries of pain, their fate was sealed.
Confederate Sergeant Richard R Kirkland spanned the bridge of love.
Bringing dyeing soles, water sent from above.
Both sides withheld their treacherous gunfire.
While the Angel of GOD carried out HIS desire.
A heroic deed was performed that dark day.
When just an ordinary man began to pray.
July 21, 2022
Mark waldrop
Inspired by Bruce Wahlin
Sergeant Richard Rowland Kirkland
Born August 1843
Flat Rock, Kirkland County
South Carolina
Died September 20, 1863
Battle of Chickamauga
Near Fredericksburg, Virginia
Resting Place
Old Quaker Cemetery
Camden. South Carolina
His last words
“I’m done for…save yourselves and please tell my Pa I died right.”
Inspired by Bruce Wahlin K0GE Woodbury, Minnessota
The Vicksburg Battle is the most ferocious that’s ever been.
It brought much tragedy to the town within.
Oh, the devastation and the lives that were lost.
Boys that perished cannot be measured by any cost.
Both North and South saw Vicksburg holding the Key.
The prize of that Key would bring Great Victory.
The fighting lingered on. There seemed to be no end.
The heartbreak of the city finally came to an end.
Both sides rejoiced that the fighting had ended.
Vicksburg and its people could finally start mending
Inspired by T. ”Biscuit” Sims N5HBB Clinton, Mississippi
Kings sit in Ivory Towers toiling away
While the peasants in the field work hard every day
Getting no recognition for the work they do
If only someone knew, their spirits it would renew
One day news comes to leave their peaceful fields
To take up arms with their spear and shield
Not knowing where they are going or the reason why
They march from their peaceful fields only to die
It does not seem anyone should have such power
To send some to die in such a black hour
I have so many memories of long ago
A lot of good and some bad
Some of my Mom
Some of my Dad
Childhood days
When things were right
Other days
When things were not so bright
Overall after things are said and done
I turned out alright
Were you there the night Charleston burned to the ground
That was the dark night she lost her Glorious Crown
The air had a stench worse than that of hell
Many were left in the darkness of the night with no one to tell
The City had been raped, feeling the pains of war
Oh, I Pray there is the strength to be reborn by the shore
The people Prayed as they began to rebuild
As She rose from the ashes, their hearts were filled
The city came back to life; her pulse grew strong
The Holy City is now singing a new
Song.
Leftovers are the most misunderstood creation of mankind
We’re not sure where they come from, they confuse the mind
Often thinking of leftovers we think of food
The second time around puts us in a better mood
Have you ever assembled a grill, bookcase, or Bike
I bet you had more parts than you would like
Leftovers are just a natural law of the land
Better to have leftovers than none in the hand
July 19, 2022
Mark Waldrop
The identity of Satan is most difficult to see
He is the artificial light blinding the truth to you and me
Satan roams the world looking for empty souls to fill
Giving Eternal damnation to those who do not resist his Will
Do not become disheartened my dear friend
He has been overcome by JESUS, who will walk with you through the end
Put the LOVE of GOD Through HIS SON JESUS in your heart today
There will be no more room for the evil one to stay
July 18, 2022
Mark Waldrop
A Stranger knocketh at the door for me
I am afraid to answer his knock I plea
Letting him in could change my life
Letting him in could bring much strife
I jarred the door to see what I might see
Oh the Glory that my eyes beheld In front of me
That STRANGER was sent from GOD above.
To fill my lonely Heart with HIS LOVE
So if a stranger you should meet
Take a closer look before you retreat
He may be sent from GOD Above
To fill your empty life with HIS love
The sounds of Charleston by day and by night
They are two most distinctive genres alright.
By day, sounds of horses on the cobblestone street.
By Night, faint mournful cries from ships at sea.
Day brings much hustle and bustle from every direction.
Night brings the more subdued sounds with much affection.
No matter what part of Charleston your in
The rhythmic sounds keep Echoing from within.
Charleston had many aromas on its bustling streets.
The fragrance of the Magnolia Blossoms, oh so sweet.
The stench of the slave ships off shore.
The smell of blood and sweat that we abhor.
All combined with the smells of the eateries downtown.
Painted a true picture of Charleston embellishing her Crown.
