Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 182

For this week’s prompt, write a patriotic poem. Whether you live in the United States or any other country, write a poem that pays tribute to your country. Or if you’re not feeling particularly patriotic, run it back the other way. Whichever direction you choose, please remember to respect the views and opinions of your fellow poets. Let’s try to poem nicely.

Here’s my attempt at a patriotic poem:


The sky and
eyes of my children
when they look
at the flag
raised high above them like a
rippling ocean

as we hold
our hands over hearts
and sing or
hum along
the anthem we know inside
as the stars, the stripes.


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  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    by juanita lewison-snyder

    we are a nation of bickering neighbors,
    jealous cousins wrestling on the front lawn
    fingers crossed behind tempestuous backs.

    we covet one another’s possessions,
    gossip amongst our many cliques
    but let a rock fly
    through a kin’s window by an outsider
    and watch how fast our wagons encircle,
    rifle butt to rifle butt
    band of brothers,
    with nothing but blood and swag
    to bear witness to our allegiance,
    semper fi.

    © 2012 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Miss R.

    The Canada I See

    Maple leaves don’t mean that much to me.
    We don’t tend to see them out here on the prairie.
    And beavers? Just another pest, really.
    Hockey? I can take it or leave it (don’t shoot me).
    Don’t get me started on igloos, either.
    For all the snow I’ve seen, I could build a thousand,
    But I’ve never made an igloo. Really. I mean it.
    We do have houses up here in the great white north.
    Apparently beer’s a Canadian thing, too. How unfortunate.
    There’s a great deal that I love about my country;
    Don’t get me wrong. It’s a wonderful place to be.
    But its image? Well, that’s not the Canada I see.
    Maple leaves don’t mean that much to me.

  3. Marie Elena

    Time has been so short for me. I didn’t get around to writing a new patriotic poem. However, I interviewed a man who IS a patriotic poem. If you see this and get the chance, come learn ever-so-much more about our own Daniel Paicopulos. If you have admired his words here and believe he is a kind and gentle soul, you will all the more in love after reading about this truly extraordinary man.

  4. priyajane

    My Two Lands

    One laid the foundation
    The other, guided, formation
    One sowed the seeds, of my dreams
    The other watered the garden, and added a gleam

    One taught me to read
    One let me lead
    One where I was daughter
    One, where I became mother
    Values and traditions
    Of Eastern disposition
    Have blended my vision
    With a Western  rendition

    I’m being raised by two countries
    Such  a wonderful amenity!
    And, as my petals, searchingly unfold
    They both  are there, to nurture my soul
     And I call them  both my own, my own—

    Priya Jane

  5. MargaretB

    Nice poem… and yes, some people SHOULD hum the anthem (I’m one of them) I visited the Lincoln Memorial for the first time a few weeks ago and was overwhelmed. The following poem I wrote on July 4th, 2012.

    The Monument

    Upon gleaming stone
    rests a finger,
    tapping eternally
    and a fist
    forever contemplating.

    Eyes gaze steadily,
    further wisdom

    while a foot
    seemingly eager
    to lead.

    A life force
    united with our Maker,
    relying solely
    on yesterday’s
    goo deeds.

    Margaret Bednar

  6. zevd2001


    I started out in one place and then I moved
    across the ocean some place far away
    to an old and new land. You can say
    that somebody called there. He shoved
    me into a room filled with the sounds
    of a language that belonged to foreign parts,
    yet not as strange . . . not new. but starts
    before, not knowing, a new beginning rounds

    out, a game of hide and seek, of who
    are you, hidden in a moniker from some
    other clime, closer to where they come,
    from, listening and learning without a clue
    of a faraway time. A childhood when
    out the other side of the grammar school door
    a time of decision where you’re headin’ for
    winkin’ atcha. Sitting in your best suit, then

    like everybody else repeat the words
    four score and seven years we hold these truths
    in the morning. Later left to right that soothes
    the soul inside me waiting, like pot shards
    in some site inside a Holy Land
    a game of ping pong. O say can you
    see in every heart beat pounding flow
    two streams side by side, they join, demand

    “Be with me. Let your tongue taste the sweet
    liquid that I bear.” Yet you are a blend
    of other waters from other streams, they send
    their uniqueness add to yours and meet
    my need to be myself. I require the old
    and the new. I let it touch my lips
    this renewed wine in old bottles. Sips
    slowly dropped into my mouth. It rolled

    down my throat, and there the struggle begins,
    the four score water tells every heart that pounds
    enough of the past I can to heal the wounds,
    aches and pains of before. That liquid spins
    the past. It’s there in me, I drink from it,
    tells me where I’ve been. It reminds me
    to shake the dust of slumber off, come free
    renew each moment. Of course I know I’m split

    caught where everything is free for all
    and a set of ceremonies, customs that
    define existence, choices I begat
    when I was borne. Here to there, a tall
    order for anyone. Where will I live?
    In a place I found myself , not bad,
    blessed with virtue with promises iron clad
    its people would never know no sorrow. Grief

    or misfortune as much as can be. Shared,
    yet something pulled me, older, tugging at
    my heart sleeve. “I was there before, that
    sign upon your being , do not be snared
    into commitments that might lead you astray,
    Do what your Forefather did and go to where
    he was told to be, to carry a message, there
    to join your family, build a home, and stay.”

    Zev Davis

  7. SharoninDallas

    Just now seeing this – so a little late.

    The Fourth

    By the late evening’s early light

    We discuss our country’s plight

    Squeals of laughter and delight

    Sighs of pleasure at dinner table’s sight

    Squeals of laughter and delight

    Talk of early patriot’s fight

    Squeals of laughter to bed for the night

    Squeals of pleasure at sparkler’s sight

    Common threads us all unite

  8. JRSimmang

    You can’t tell by looking at her,
    but she’s older than you.
    She’s wrinkled and scarred,
    stooped and arthritic,
    but she still looks at you with a flame
    lurking in the shadows,
    from a camp a mile down the beach.
    She’s been divided from herself.
    She’s seen more bloodshed than she could recall.
    That was her foulest moment.
    She tried to feel loved and wanted that two
    bachelors were willing to die for her,
    but she couldn’t let them kill one another for the same.
    But she was helpless.
    There was nothing she could do.
    Sometimes, boys just need to be boys and
    beat the crap out of each other.
    That was when she was young enough to age gracefully.
    Now, she’s staring to get confused.
    She sometimes forgets where she is or where she used to be.
    She’s no longer happy.
    Her strength has dripped from her fingertips
    and her shoulders sag into her bath water.
    Her head swims with them,
    lost among the voices.
    Her pockets are empty
    and she can’t help but lament
    the loss of her children’s dreams.
    That’s what she regrets most.
    Her children (who knows how many she has)
    will never see the end.

    1. JRSimmang

      Here we are again,
      almost 240 years since the first,
      and look around.
      Instead of mortar
      we dazzle our eyes with
      brilliant stars on the beach.
      Instead of blood,
      we spill sangria
      when we’ve had more than we should.
      Instead of fighting for freedom
      we forget what that freedom used to mean.
      We forget this is a country
      that risked its soul
      so other may share theirs.
      We forget this is a country
      that risked its voice
      so others may sing with theirs.
      This is a land of opportunity
      so long as the sweat on your brow
      is yours.
      This is a land where hands are not upturned
      but in the soil, gripping pens, holding
      one another’s.
      Let’s begin again by remembering
      who this country belongs to.
      It’s yours and mine.

  9. tunesmiff

    Don’t know if this is quite what was in mind, but perhaps my reading Woody Gutherie’s biography earlier this summer, and being a Springsteen/Jackson Browne/Paul Simon fan has rubbed off on me… (one can hope…)


    (c) – 2012 – G. Smith
    The sun comes up,
    In southeast Georgia;
    And finds a farmer,
    In his field;
    His hands and heart,
    Are scarred and weathered,
    The deepest cuts,
    Are almost healed.

    He goes to church,
    With folks his father,
    Turned his back on,
    Every day.
    Sometimes he stops,
    And finds he wonders,
    What his father,
    Might have to say…

    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go;
    We’ll stand together arm in arm,
    But we’ll still stand toe to toe;
    We’ve got the right to speak our minds,
    And this one thing I know;
    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go.

    The midday sun
    Along the Mississippi;
    The highway runs
    Into downtown;
    She drives her car,
    Between the towers,
    Perched like jewels,
    In the city’s crown.

    She sees families
    Under bridges,
    She sees mansions,
    On the hill;
    She prays that things
    Will soon get better,
    And yet she wonders,
    If they will…

    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go;
    We’ll stand together arm in arm,
    But we’ll still stand toe to toe;
    We’ve got the right to speak our minds,
    And this one thing I know;
    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go.

    The setting sun,
    On the horizon,
    Casts long shadows,
    Along the coast;
    The only sound
    Is the waves a-crashing,
    The voice of one
    I love the most.

    There are those,
    Who want this treasure,
    And there are those,
    Who treasure this;
    One man’s floor,
    Is another’s ceiling;
    One man’s toil,
    Is another’s bliss.

    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go;
    We’ll stand together arm in arm,
    But we’ll still stand toe to toe;
    We’ve got the right to speak our minds,
    And this one thing I know;
    We’ve come further than we’ve ever been,
    But there’s still a ways to go.

  10. Mystical-Poet

    ( A Patriotic Acrostic Loop Poem )

    F ifth of July comes after
    A fter the day our nation celebrates
    C elebrates United States of America’s emergence
    E mergence of Stars & Stripes
    S tripes horizontal adding up to thirteen
    T hirteen original colonies our flag flew over
    O ‘er the land of the free & home of the brave
    B rave soldiers sacrificed life & limb for freedom eternal
    E ternal Flame lit by widow of assassinated president
    P resident now faced with economy deep in the red
    R ed, White, & Blue’s now almost 250 years old
    O ld Glory will never be plowed under
    U nder pain of death
    D eath may be the end, only
    O nly, I plead the fifth
    F ifth of July comes after

    ~ Randy Bell ~

  11. TomV

    Oh, Beautiful

    America, the Grand Design of living free,
    Borne on tides as countrymen,
    Like nanoworlds made water,
    The two hydrogens, the oxygen,
    Slipping past one another, attraction and repulsion,
    And bonded side by each.

    Distances shore to shore so vast,
    And not one king in the land exhorting the
    Forced gravity of orbit or expulsion.
    At last, choice, at last our freedom.

    1791-One/Gone autarchy, now we the affranchised.
    Thirteen, Fifteen, Nineteen, Twenty-Six/Gone thrall, now we the suffragist.
    The charters of our sweet liberty, now we the people.

    Of thee I sing.

    1. The rights supposedly natural to man
    freedom, free speech, suffrage, autonomy, sovereignty, franchise, independence, enfranchisement, freedom from arbitrary government, freedom from despotic government, power of choice, right of habeas corpus, affranchisement, opportunity, right, immunity, privilege, exemption, birthright, self-government, education, enlightenment, bail, life, self-development, self-determination, autarchy; see also democracy 2. See syn. study at freedom.

  12. Bruce Niedt

    A minor change: wanted to italicize the epigraph:


    My country, right or wrong;
    if right, to be kept right;
    and if wrong, to be set right.
    – Carl Schurz

    I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else,
    which doesn’t mean I wouldn’t
    repaint or remodel, or replant my garden.

    I will defend my home from intruders,
    which doesn’t mean I’ll break my neighbors’ windows
    and dare them to break mine.

    I am proud to be in this neighborhood,
    which doesn’t mean I would ridicule
    anyone who is not.

    I pledge allegiance to the flag,
    which doesn’t mean blind allegiance,
    or arrogance at the expense of others.

    Call me a semi-patriot if you like,
    pummel me with platitudes, rail on
    about “real Americans” to your heart’s content.

    Just know that the only platitudes I believe
    are “We must learn from our mistakes” ,
    and “The only thing constant is change”.

  13. Bruce Niedt


    My country, right or wrong;
    if right, to be kept right;
    and if wrong, to be set right.
    – Carl Schurz

    I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else,
    which doesn’t mean I wouldn’t
    repaint or remodel, or replant my garden.

    I will defend my home from intruders,
    which doesn’t mean I’ll break my neighbors’ windows
    and dare them to break mine.

    I am proud to be in this neighborhood,
    which doesn’t mean I would ridicule
    anyone who is not.

    I pledge allegiance to the flag,
    which doesn’t mean blind allegiance,
    or arrogance at the expense of others.

    Call me a semi-patriot if you like,
    pummel me with platitudes, rail on
    about “real Americans” to your heart’s content.

    Just know that the only platitudes I believe
    are “We must learn from our mistakes” ,
    and “The only thing constant is change”.

  14. Andrew Kreider

    BA flight 0297

    for every wild-eyed mongrel
    running your mudbrown towpaths

    for every sarcastic white graffito
    sprayed beneath a roman bridge

    for every sharp sting of green
    and the balm of nearby dock

    for every public footpath, sunken byway
    purple-scented hedgerow

    for every kebab and chips, half of lager,
    bright red vindaloo, and bacon butty

    most of all, for the blue-arsed insanity
    of a tea shop on top of Snowdon.

    my country, no matter where I land,
    I will always put the kettle on.

  15. RJ Clarken

    Flute Obbligato from The Stars and Stripes Forever

    Piccolo, I hear your voice trill,
    trill, rising up. You soar above,
    above all other instruments.
    Instruments: our voice. We sing of…

    …of bravery, valor and strength,
    strength of our colors coming through,
    through our music. Piccolo – sing!
    Sing America! Red, white, blue.


  16. pmwanken


    Holiday celebration,
    the party of the summer.
    Red checked cloth
    covers the table,
    families gather in;
    games played in the back
    yard, splashing in
    pools of blue;
    cooling off with
    creamy white ice cream
    as the day’s sun
    dips below the horizon.
    Grateful for the freedom
    to celebrate freely.

  17. Earl Parsons

    One of my favorites from years gone by:

    Life, Liberty and the Lord

    “O beautiful, for patriot dream
    That sees, beyond the years
    Thine alabaster cities gleam,
    Undimmed by human tears
    America! America!
    God shed His grace on thee.
    And crown thy good
    With brotherhood
    From sea to shining sea.”

    America the Beautiful
    Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
    My Country, ‘Tis of Thee
    God Bless America
    The Star-Spangled Banner
    God Bless the USA

    A country grounded in freedom
    A nation of liberty
    A beacon on a hill
    Blessed by God


  18. Earl Parsons


    Blemish free
    I think not
    But close
    In comparison

    We’ve denied rights
    And righted the denials
    We’ve laid waste countries
    And rebuilt them better
    We’ve fought amongst ourselves
    Then united as one
    And our flag still flies proudly
    For we are America

    We’ve made mistakes
    But for every one made
    We’ve made up in spades
    And learned along the way

    Will we make more mistakes
    I’m sure that we will
    And we’ll make up for them
    Learning as we go

    For we are America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave
    One nation under God
    In Whom we trust

    Blemish free
    Not quite
    But close
    And still growing

  19. Earl Parsons

    The Red, White and Blue

    There was a time
    When the red, white, and blue
    Was a glory to behold
    A beacon on a hill
    A sight for sore eyes
    It still is for me

    But for some
    It’s an eyesore
    A symbol of intolerance
    An emblem of oppression
    And they claim to be Americans
    I think not.

    For true Americans believe
    In the red, white and blue
    And are thankful
    Those colors don’t run
    Or fade
    Or cower in the night

    For the red, white and blue
    Is the symbol of liberty
    That many have died for
    That we may live unfettered
    And free

    Yet, some forget the sacrifice
    Of those who fought
    And those who died
    Defending our freedom
    Securing our future
    Denying themselves
    For freedom’s cause

    Some desecrate Old Glory
    And call it artistic freedom
    While others deny
    Its right to fly
    For fear of offending
    A non-American neighbor

    While others think freedom
    Means burning Old Glory
    Or trampling underfoot
    This symbol of good

    Not I

    ‘Tis wrong to degrade
    Or burn
    Or deface
    Or in any way change
    The red, white and blue
    And if you do
    You’re not a true American

    Still you are free
    To disrespect, if you wish
    This symbol of blood
    And good
    And right
    In your own selfish manner

    But, I won’t
    For I love this flag
    Old Glory
    The red, white and blue
    And you should, too

    For the red, white and blue
    Tolerates much
    Oppresses none
    Liberates all

    The red, white and blue
    Justifies truth
    Promotes the common good
    Lifts up the name of God

    The red, white and blue
    Flies proudly
    Waves honorably
    Needs no introduction

    I salute the red, white and blue
    Will you salute, too?

  20. Jane Shlensky

    Sing Liberty Cookout

    Oh, say, can you
    praise the cook and
    pass the barbecued spare ribs?
    This is my country-grown corn,
    my fruit salad and ice cream,
    tis’ of thee! God Bless
    the fireworks, sizzling
    down the sky in bursts of
    hurray for the red, white,
    blue, and dazzle, eyes
    lifted up, oh beautiful, reflecting
    lifted lamps, golden doors.

  21. writingfreak101


    In and out threw work
    Nights without lights
    Days without food
    Even a buck to spare was hard
    People,remember the flag
    Entering of soldiers
    Never forgot what they all signed , the constitution,
    Days of hard work
    Endless working brains
    Nights that people spent voting
    Conquering of lands
    Especially the independence we have now

    oh say can you see ,
    by the dawns early light,
    what so gladly we hailed,
    we’re the twilight’s last gleaming,
    and the rocket’s red glare,
    the bombs bursting in air ,
    dont you remember.

    I’m new at poems , so i really don’t think its that good but its not bad to try

  22. taylor graham

    (an unruly sonnet)

    Two hundred thirty-six years since that hopeful
    day. And now, every pro and con descends
    to the same interminable, televised bickering.
    A dozen sides to every argument. Like dancing

    on broken wineglasses barefoot. All evening,
    pundits grope for answers that sneak off
    into the dark. Let’s spare the power grid; turn off
    the TV. Listen to mosquitoes buzz, instead.

    There’s not a breath of breeze in the wild-grape
    vine. Just murmurs echoing across centuries.
    Back then, it wasn’t 24/7 on the living-room
    screen. But, how much hope – and fear and

    doubt – how much discord, call it debate. Isn’t
    that better than speechless consent; silence?

  23. Nancy Posey


    At the end of the day,
    after all the fun and food,
    still dripping from the lake
           or pool, skin pink
    despite sunscreen ,
    full of barbecue, beans,
    hand-cranked ice cream, 
    as the sun sinks across the lake,
           we gather, watching 
    the twinkling lights
    of a hundred boats idling
    to watch with us
    as the sky explodes
           with fireworks, 
          grownups oohing and aching
    with the children
    as each burst outdoes
           the one before,
    and across the lake
    neighbors answer with fireworks
    of their own, until, like fabled wartime
    call and response of carols,
    a temporary truce, someone 
         starts to sing…
    The Star-Spangled Banner,
    then God, Bless America.
    Even the children sing.

  24. Jane Shlensky

    A Simple Question

    no pride
    for an accident
    of birth, fortunate
    or not, and I cannot
    be commended for what
    I did not choose. Pride goes
    before most mean falls anyway.
    But I am relieved and grateful for
    freedoms that I must support every day,
    by living my life with an eye to the rights and
    needs of others, the willingness to lift up the weak
    and hear the voiceless, the disenfranchised, the struggling
    who long to wrap themselves in our flag and be made a part of
    the whole—red, white, yellow, brown, black, and blue—who stand together
    in honor, dignity, love, respect, scholarship, hard work, fair play—unfurled thankfulness.

  25. PowerUnit

    Warning: many of us 6 million American expats struggling to live under two tax systems are not feeling particularly patriotic today. America is the only country in the world that taxes citizens living abroad, and many of us are ready to renounce to regain sanity in our lives.

    Freedom is for the birds, yet I am not allowed to fly
    Unless, I live at home, caged in the great fortress of ignorance
    Patriotism denied abroad for the assumed guilty
    The Tea Party myth drives us insane. We have no congressmen, no representation
    Blue skies, red blood, white fingers, and broken pens

    1. zevd2001

      Power Hunt,

      Luckily, I don’t earn enough to be pay a US tax, and since I am a “senior citizen”, here, I don’t pay taxes. Don’t fret, if the place where you live is reasonable, and the US doesn’t bother you too much, hope for the best. I am a citizen of the place where I live, and it vexes me some, quite enough. And, I am an ex-Pat.


  26. De Jackson


    I am proud
    to be an American
    though I personally had very little
    to do with it. My country,
    ’tis of thee
    I was simply born.

    I am thankful
    to live in the land of the free
    because of the brave. I unfurl
    red, white and blue and I know
    that freedom is not free
    but I also believe in the phrase
    Blessed are the peacemakers.

    I am humbled
    when I look up
    and catch a glimpse
    of the heavens
    because when it’s all said and done,
    this brief, earthly sigh,
    we are all bannered
    under the same
    star spangled sky.


  27. Marjory MT


    Men and women – hearts and minds set,
    Sought out ways to combine their might,
    Fought for freedom, let’s not forget.

    Determined folks together met,
    Called others forth to stand and fight.
    Men and women – hearts and minds set.

    Better lives for families to get,
    Striving to secure what seems right,
    Fought for freedom, do not forget.

    ‘neither scorching sun, nor cold and wet,
    Has stopped the torch from burning bright,
    Men and women – hearts and minds set.

    Side by side together goals met,
    So bondage would not be our plight.
    Fought for freedom, let’s not forget.

    Let freedom ring out without regret,
    Hold high, with pride, freedom’s strong light.
    Men and women – hearts and minds set,
    Fought for freedom, ….. let’s not forget.

        1. Hannah

          I tried 3 or 4 different variations to avoid the “duplicate comment” comment but my poem’s still not here…I sure do hope twenty of em’ don’t show up here later today! Wowsers! Sorry in advance if they do. Smiles to all!

  28. Michael Grove

    E Pluribus Unum

    We used to say, “In God We Trust”
    At times like these we know we must
    come together for the common good.
    From many souls, we shall be one.
    They said, “E Pluribus Unum”
    Our future lies in doing what we should.

    By Michael Grove

  29. laurie kolp

    If I Had One Wish

    I’d hope for world unity
    Commencing in this country
    With politicians letting go
    Of their overactive egos
    Their game of control in Washington
    Stilled by a peaceful transition
    As humble role models who often agree
    A buffer within the community
    Patriotic red, white and blue
    Joined together with me and you

  30. Imaginalchemy

    “Like Founding Fathers, like…”

    When I think back
    To that room full of men
    That sat together
    In the blistering summer heat
    Agreeing to meet
    To decide whether to stand up
    Against a smothering mother land
    Or to stand down
    And be good submissive servant hands
    And they deliberated about liberty
    And they fought to design their destiny
    Until finally
    56 signatures sealed our fate
    And the people rallied to liberate
    Sacrifice, pay the price, roll the dice
    And gave us what we have today…

    So why aren’t any of us as fearless as they?

    1. Hannah

      “To decide whether to stand up
      Against a smothering mother land
      Or to stand down
      And be good submissive servant hands”

      Love this portion and your last lingering question…

      Yes, thought-provoking!

  31. seingraham

    Red White and Am I Blue

    Here in the land of pasta, soccer/football and romance
    Passion is a given and so is religious fervor and political
    Intrigue, a sense of history so old, the entire country
    Could rightly be considered an archaeological dig
    And since to be found with even a shard of pottery
    On one’s person is a criminal offense – I suppose it is –
    Patriotic blood runs through Italian veins from birth to death

    To be part of a multicultural project such as this one
    Where students and experts gather from all over the world
    Never is the flag-waving – or lack thereof – from various
    Places more obvious than right here in tiny Rionero in Vultur
    A small town in southern Italy where the Canadians are
    In the majority this year but are still taking the brunt of the jokes

    I notice as I listen to the conversations swirling around
    Mealtimes and drinks before and after dinners as well …
    July 1st – the celebration of our country’s founding – came
    And went with nary a blink – it was also the day of the final
    Euro soccer game between Italy and Spain, and no polite
    Canadian would ever have made a fuss about that …

    Today is July 4th of course and the second largest contingent
    Here this year – the Americans – by one body – is planning
    A proper American meal (beans and wieners) and fireworks
    We do that too – but not usually anything as cool as a dragon
    I voted for the dragon and am in on that – is that an American
    Thing or just something specific to this guy? I don’t care
    It’s cool and I want the dragon too …

    It’s funny this love-hate thing we have with our neighbours
    To the south; we are almost like family
    Picking at each other, making fun of each other
    Sometimes to distraction really, or tears
    But let someone else, someone outside of the two countries
    Say something negative about either country
    And our backs go up and so do our defensives
    We can say whatever we want about our neighbours
    But we will also defend them to the death to be who they are
    And I believe they will do the same for us …
    Is this patriotism? Yes. And no.


  32. Ber

    Éire’s Eye

    Living in Ireland
    You see
    Means so much to me
    Neighbours are always there
    They show that they really care

    Even when times are hard
    The lending hand is held out
    Interesting things can happen
    Curtain twitching random shouts

    No matter what we have been through
    We sail on in our canoe
    We ride the tides of hard
    We fly our flag with pride

    No matter where you go there’s a smile
    A welcome even if your only here for a while
    A little island it may be
    But the people in it
    Make it you see

    We have travelled all over the world
    We have set up countries that we did mould
    We drink the beer
    We know when to stay clear
    Family is the most vital part of our lives
    Looking after the children and the wife

    Jobs are no where to be seen
    Education is our only resource
    That is slowly been torn away at the seams
    We have our voice
    We use it well

    We are great story tellers
    A tale we can tell
    We have out heritage
    It goes back in time
    We never forget those who freed us
    Giving us a good life

    We have beautiful landscape
    Quality hospitality
    We are the smiling Irish
    A bheith ar mian leat a bheith
    Ceiliúradh a dhéanamh ar do thír

  33. uneven steven

    okay here is one that may be slightly off topic – please feel free to disregard or delete comment if too much so. Again I will try and write a patriotic one vs this less than overtly patriotic one soon

    Firework – every 5th grade chorus is singing it

    Hey paperbag
    grocery store
    never thinking bout all the plastic bag
    kids you left ripped and fluttering
    in your chain link

    Hey mr. card sharken
    2nd mortgage
    when you were
    a rocketman
    and everybody but mr. welk
    was cool
    with pimp hat, rainbow star glasses
    that acne
    of uncertainty.

    Boom Boom Boom – that was your heart beatin
    Moon Moon Moon – just something to get beyond
    never thinking you could outshine

    and not
    even one old greasy spark left
    to complain
    about your underfunded
    hopped up
    space program
    to be

    Boom Boom Boom – don’t you remember
    that was your heart beatin
    Moon Moon Moon – just something to get beyond
    never thinking you could outshine

    Boom Boom Boom – listen
    that’s a kid’s heart
    no rainbow glasses

    Boom Boom Boom – cover your eyes
    they’re fireworks
    making their own stars

    Boom Boom Boom – they’re
    of shooting stars
    out shinin the

    Moon Moon Moon – brighter
    than any night
    you could have
    created (for pics to go with it…)


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