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Rash Manly is a strange name


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Rash Manly covers gossip
and news from around the globe.


He is a combination of

Oscar Wilde,

P.T. Barnum, and Ash

from the “Evil Dead” movies.


His new project is writing22moon.com”.

Rash created The Rash Report

and another website,


which no longer exist.


Rash served three years in the

United States Marine Corpsas a

Special Intelligence

Communications Operator

at Camp LeJune, North Carolina,

during peacetime.

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He served three years and

received an Honorable Discharge

with the rank of Corporal.


One year Marshall University.

Recovering alcoholic sober

since October 31st, 1984.

 

 

Six feet tall, 210 pounds,

brown hair and eyes,

dashingly handsome.


Rash has received rejection

slips from many major magazines.


He has written many short

stories and song parodies.


He has also written two screenplays,

and wrote, directed, did the voice acting,

and all music for the

widescreen format film

Space Command 2000,

60 minutes long, produced in 2001.


Rash has three dogs, three cats,

and one much younger wife.


It is good to be The Drama King!

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112 Responses to “Rash Manly is a strange name”

  1. Heu Rash,
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    Need any help? Misty

  2. YAY for Rash!!! My biggest fan!!!

  3. Epochal Transformation Accelerates
    As Global Financial Matrix Disintegrates

    Now that the genie is out of the bottle, worldwide economic, political and social events will proceed with the inexorable force of destiny. The forthcoming changes, shifts and breaks with the past that are delineated below do concern the unsavory business of WHAT, positively, will not be brought into the future. This is of critical importance. Why? Because those who do not know, and understand, and heed history, are always, always forced to repeat it.

    I. As we all sat back and waited for this year’s October Surprise, please know that it came a little bit early this year on September 15th which will forever be known as PITCH BLACK MONDAY. Actually, the entire month of October was set up to be a series of Black Monday’s, as well as every other day of the week shaped up to be. It’s really a good time to brace your self since this year’s election cycle, and beyond, will bring with it a whole new season of surprises. Things like the beginning of the end of FIAT money – the real root cause of all our financial problems and economic ills. This foundational flaw, together with all of the multi-layered financial/economic/accounting mechanisms and schemes that have insidiously crept into the system, are the ‘not talked about’ institutionalized culprits and structural deformities that really need to go. Without them, the perps wouldn’t be so tempted to stack the deck against us all the time.
    The only legitimate currency is that which is backed by GOLD, or some other precious commodity that is universally valued, and issued directly by the US Government, not a privately owned, organized crime syndicate like the FED. Debt driven, fractional-reserve banking – the real bane of global finance – will then be banished from the planet forever, along with the overlords of disaster capitalism, institutionalized usury & loan-sharking (e.g. World Bank & International Monetary Fund), as well as their economic hitmen. Finally, the central organizing principle of modern society, and especially Western Civilization, will no longer be: maximizing shareholders’ wealth.
    The writing is on the wall: THE FED IS DEAD. And so is the Fed’s collection agency – the IRS. The FED has obviously been on extreme life support since September ’08, and the only compassionate response is to let it go peacefully into the sunset. Perhaps we should organize a simple taxpayers’ revolt, not too unlike those that occurred prior to the American Revolution, to bury this beast forever. When the people do wake up, and realize that the Federal Reserve Note that they carry in their pocket is exactly that – a note (i.e. debt, obligation, debit, commitment, instrument of indebtedness), things will start to get REEEEAL interesting !

    II. Another little surprise will come in the form of an announcement that goes something like this: The USA was conceived to be a CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC, not a democracy by plutocracy. The founding fathers would be absolutely horrified to see the “mob rule by the privileged elites” into which this once great nation has degenerated. Every political philosopher knows that democracy, when sufficiently dumbed down and unduly influenced by the moneyed ruling class, will always devolve into a despotic tyranny. Therefore, the wholesale exportation of our fraudulent notion of democracy, and its supposed freedoms (to buy, buy, buy after watching the boob tube hucksters), by the political and corporate classes must be reconsidered. And it will be soon, on a new channel during this “Fall” season’s new lineup! Stay tuned —

    III. Another announcement will be made, in the not too distant future, about the business entity commonly known as the CORPORATION – the main huckster of this ‘brand’ of faux democracy. Surely, if the devil were to ever choose the perfect form in which to enter in order to carry out his nefarious designs, Inc. is it. Is there any other entity on earth – person or party, organization or association, government or institution, jurisdiction or bureaucracy, club or group, fraternity or sorority, etc. that can function with such impunity, as it hides behind the shield of LIMITED LIABILITY. Those two words have given complete cover for the flagrant and wanton destruction of planet Earth.
    You name it – oil slicked coastlines, razed rainforests, beaches strewn with dead dolphins and whales. Not to mention the complete erosion of human, civil and national rights, wherever INC decides to set up shop.
    Let’s pick a country. Let’s go to India and visit Bhopal of Union Carbide fame. Close to 8000 people died within two weeks of that December day in 1984 in what is known as the worst industrial disaster of the last century. Now that Dow Chemical owns Union Carbide, you can only imagine the veritable phalanx of attorneys who are paid unconscionable fees to ensure proper responsibility and accountability will never be assumed by their master.
    Or let’s visit the Punjab and talk to the thousands of widows of farmers who committed suicide because of Monsanto’s “seedless seeds”. Or go to just about anywhere on that subcontinent where a Walmart is being protested for land theft, encroachment and despoilation. Let’s not forget about all the Coca Cola bottling plants that have become notorious for stealing the most precious commodity that every Indian cherishes and covets – WATER. Well, that takes care of land, water, air … and blood. What else in heaven’s name do these stakeholders want?!
    We all know the deal. It’s the one where the individual, and his/her environment, is always trampled in favor of the corporate interest. Isn’t it time to really take stock of what our current predicament has left us with. Perhaps it’s also time to seriously think about actually re-ordering the ORDER, instead of once again rearranging the deck chairs on the titanic. Like we’ve said, “optimizing stockholder profit” will soon be history, as the cease and desist orders are not far from being issued to Corporate America. Might as well get a head start on dissolving (or re-chartering) that corporation.

    IV. Termination of Globalization: The dominating and predatory form, that is. No other global initiative has been more unsuccessful at creating a framework for a more efficient transfer of goods and services around the planet. Truly, every aspect of this corporate inspired policy has failed miserably. Wherever it promoters trumpet its stated intention to make markets more streamlined, effective and resilient, it has done quite the opposite.
    One only needs to look at the current debacle within the European Union concerning the banking, credit, and stock market breakdowns. Never has a response from the appropriate governing bodies been more disorganized, full of mixed messages and working at cross purposes with the member states. It’s like watching The Three Stooges (France, Germany & Italy) play musical chairs blindfolded with no clothes on. What an unprecedented spectacle, and in plain view for the entire world to watch! This will undoubtedly put the brakes on the concretizing of a North American Union and their planned currency – the Amero. Praise the Lord!
    As a matter of fact, all of the financial unions and economic superstates (e.g. European Union; Southeast Asian Association for Regional Cooperation; Union of South American Nations) that have been created over the past many years will, by sheer necessity and desperation, be forced to re–organize themselves in the coming months and years. Even South America, which has two distinct camps that are constantly gummin’ up the works for each other, will abandon their current emerging model in favor of one that enjoys complete freedom from its North American taskmaster. To their credit, they have set the bar higher than it has ever been set concerning their strongly stated desire to be free of IMF and World Bank control. Only Russia has exceeded their standards, as they had already been fleeced by the Oligarchs in what may very well be the grandest larceny of national wealth/resources in history. This, of course, was preceded by a 75 year scourge of incessant rape, pillaging and plundering by the Bolsheviks and their Western financiers & handlers. Clearly Mr. Putin will not allow a repeat of any such conduct within his borders, and the international persecution that he has suffered certainly reflects their displeasure and frustration with him. No wonder Vladimir Putin is now considered a “reincarnation” of Peter the Great by his own people.
    The ruinous influence of these two globalization thugs (IMF & WB) can be instantly assessed by looking at the economic calamities they caused in Argentina (1999-2002), as well as in Thailand, South Korea & Indonesia during the 1997 Asian currency crisis. Likewise, every nation in Africa that has chosen to take on their monetary yoke has only misery and war and financial oppression to show for it. Wherever these 2 scrooges show their faces, it’s quite like Ebenezer himself showing up to make a house call. You know the patient will soon find himself in a pine box after all the gold fillings and rings have been removed.
    We have seen this globalization scam unfold in country after country, as a ruse to steal a nation’s resources, always taking from those who have, and giving to those who want it. In fact, an objective assessment of all the world’s current conflicts would reveal that the vast majority are directly the result of this geo-political/commercial dynamic. The privatization of water sources/bodies/supplies/rights is perhaps the most provocative and glaring, and can be found at the root of a number of these resource wars.
    Clearly the verdict has been delivered: Economies are much less vulnerable, the more locally they are positioned and the less centralized their decision-making process. This arrangement affords much greater resiliency when dealing with the vicissitudes of the marketplace. And it takes the power away from those who are insulated in ivory towers, and far from the plight of the common man. It is time for everyone on the planet to “think globally; act locally”.

    V. Stock market will become extinct. There is no greater tool at the disposal of those who can, and do, manipulate the various markets than the charade of “setting up” a formal system of trading, buying and selling of anything, as exemplified by the NYSE. This is where it all happens. From devastating whole national (and regional) economies, to toppling uncooperative corporate execs, to bringing 150 year old multi-billion $$$ companies to their knees within a week’s time. From triggering stockholder revolts, to propping up corporate raiders, to extorting billions from national and/or corporate treasuries. They can, and do, do it all right there on the floor.
    Really, the very best example of what occurs in these speculative market exchanges is the gambling casino. In Vegas, everyone knows that the house ALWAYS wins. It never loses. Even when there is the appearance of losing, it still wins. Go figure, but it’s true. Your stockbroker is not too unlike the blackjack dealer. And your financial planner is often a croupier in disguise. So, the question remains, do you honestly know what your hard earned retirement money is invested in? If not, this is a very good time to find out!!!
    For those of us who have been there, we know that whether you call it an oil bourse, a commodity exchange, or a bond market, you’re still playing in a game that can go against you at any time. Wipe out your earnings in a heartbeat; devour your principal in a flash. It’s often been said that when he comes, “he comes like a thief in the night”. Do you still feel you know where your entire life savings is currently residing?
    The derivatives market represents the single greatest threat to worldwide economic stability and financial security. It poses such great potential for financial abuse and economic devastation that the current institutional arrangements of this commercial realm have become completely unacceptable. The alarming proliferation of hedge funds, as well as the growing number and variety of derivative instruments, has reached a critical mass that is incompatible with living a financially sound life on planet Earth. Simply put, some of these instruments are so far from the street – economic reality – that they put into jeopardy all the hard work, which appears in the form of real goods and services, that is produced by any economy at any given time. This predicament signifies a CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER to us all.
    Remember – DERIVATIVES are the real megilla. Derivatives, by their very nature, can be highly radioactive, and can go nuclear any time circumstances conspire in just the right, or wrong, way. Those who control their destiny can, likewise, utilize their inherent threat as a means of conducting financial and economic terrorism anytime, anywhere completely under the radar screen. It’s time for them to go. And we trust it’s just a matter of execution at this point.

    VI. Mass Consumerism & Perpetual Economic Growth – the Fric & Frac of our Age – are history. One need not look any further than the inside of one’s own home to see the ravages of these adopted twins. They own the bedroom, the living room, the family room and all the closets. They’ve taken over the kitchen, the den and the garage, as well. Since their middle names are Amass and Accumulate, we can only imagine what might lay hidden in the attic, the basement and the shed.
    Ever since they became the twin pillars of Kali Yuga’s overarching philosophy of life, things started to really go to hell in a handbasket … or rather gilded cage. How so? What else could one expect from a political economy that demands growth, necessitates growth and extols the virtues of growth at every turn (and on every other commercial and newscast). Growth, at the expense of WHAT!! We’ll tell you what – Life!
    One of the most tragic parts of this ever-unfolding tragedy has been the dramatic change in the spirit of the people with whom these twins associate. The very society loses its refinement, as the culture becomes debased. Aren’t so many things associated with Americana experienced as coarse, and crude, and crass? Likewise, the nation, which was once known as the “land of the free; home of the brave”, morphs into a country reviled for its unkindness, lack of compassion and cruelty. Before anyone realizes, the citizenry is easily being herded, and then stampeded, into wars and conflict of every sort and kind.
    What else could be expected when the meme of consumerism is subliminally implanted at such a young and tender age, and relentlessly reinforced from cradle to grave? And, what does it really say about a society when all who belong to it are known as consumers. Kind of like little pac-men (and pac-women) gobbling up everything in sight. Starts out with BIG Macs and 24 oz cokes, then super-sized HUMMERS, then oil fields and gold mines and precious rainforests, and then whole countries.
    Likewise, in the corporate realm, any board director, company officer, division president, regional director, department manager, production supervisor, etc. will candidly speak to the greatest pressure in their lives. More income, more sales, more profit, more production, more revenue – anything that will show an increase in year over year growth. Always gotta GROW, even though yuv been out of puberty for 20 or 30 years!?
    Well, you can imagine that this state of affairs can only go on for so long. As a matter of fact, this party’s now over. And the hangover is about to begin. Perhaps it’s time to send these twins on a permanent vacation to the waterless region.

    VII. War, as a means of wealth creation, is now bankrupt. War, as a means of conflict resolution, is over. As a means to any end whatsoever, war is finished. You get the picture, don’t you? War has outlived its usefulness, and has become as obsolete as the derivatives hawker. There is simply no more place for it in civil society. It’s time for the curtain to fall on this show for the last time, and for all of its bad actors to hit the stage exit.
    It never was a legitimate policy for conflict resolution, as we know. Virtually all conflicts and wars were manufactured in the boardrooms of the world. And impeccably stage managed by the directors of the war studios. Isn’t the Iraq war a perfect example of this kind of terrible and awful-to-watch “B” movie?
    Any deliberate, probing and unprejudiced analysis of all the major wars going back to the French Revolution will reveal an extraordinary degree of carefully calculated and coordinated events leading up to the actual conflagrations we call war. Just read the actual history that is only now beginning to surface, and you will reach this very same conclusion.
    War has consistently served its masters in three ways which no longer have relevance in an enlightened civilization: (i) population control (ii) artificial creation of wealth for the plutocracy (iii) imposition of a tyrannical order in the wake of the chaos that always results from war. Population control in this context has different meanings. The number of people who are systematically genocided, wantonly annihilated and deliberately infected with disease agents serve the purpose of population reduction. Then there is the sheer terror of war and its effects on whole populations (see how easily controlled both the Germans and Japanese were after WWII). “Order out of chaos” is made easy when all concerned parties have been faced with the extraordinary distraction, mayhem and pandemonium that war always brings.
    Let us once again proclaim, here and now, that: WAR HAS COME TO AN END.

    VIII. There is a very profound and significant connection between the US Government sponsored and staged terrorist attacks of 9/11/01 and the PRE-PLANNED Financial & Economic 9/11 of 2008 that may be difficult for many to fully embrace. But here it goes:
    The OMEN that 911 truly was, looks a little bit like THE LORD OF THE RINGS.
    Remember the Twin Towers? When they came down in NYC, it was a message to humankind that the reign of the Almighty Dollar was coming to an end. As a nation’s currency goes, so goes its destiny. Her financial strength and economic prowess was on the wane, and soon to be greatly diminished. Just as the WTC (financial capital of the world) was pulverized into dust, the US Dollar would be swept into the ash heap of history. Just as we see it collapsing all around us, exactly 7 years after the original 911 apocalyptic events.
    When the Ring of Power was finally destroyed, like the Pentagon (ring-shaped command center of the military-industrial complex) was mortally wounded and damaged, the message was equally clear. Her military might and superior force would be reduced to rubble in the twinkling of an eye. She would, likewise, soon see the demise of Her all-pervasive state sponsored terrorism. This, because She had lost all moral ascendancy. Besides, the empire could no longer be sustained politically, financially, practically or ethically, as the seeds of its own destruction had fully sprouted. The most fatal seed grew into that extremely corrupt and predatory form of corporate, crony capitalism which was so socially unconscious, and so environmentally unaware, it was quite doomed from the very beginning.

    The GOOD NEWS is that this nation – its people – will now be compelled to beat their “swords into plowshares” and their “spears into pruning hooks”.
    Just as the Phoenix rose from its ashes, so too will America ascend to even greater heights. As long as She ascends with the guidance of the highest of ideals, loftiest of principles and noblest of intentions. And She reforms, and transforms Herself, in good faith, in earnest and with haste.
    As a modern day prophet said in the days immediately following September 11, 2001:
    “America, Wake up ! ! ! Seize this God-given opportunity. There is no more time to dally in fear and ignorance and greed. For yours is a destiny that must serve as a beacon of Light and Hope and Peace to the world. Make haste, the time is drawing nigh!”

    T. Anthony Michael
    11/07/08

    Publication and posting of this article is expressly authorized.

  4. Hehe, I love the name Rash Manly. It’s a name never to be forgotten and oh, the thoughts that crumples the mind. I’ve definitely got an itch for the manly Rash Manly.

    Lika Starr

  5. Hi,Your site is very impressive,and i am glad we are very good friends! Please keep up your outstanding work! Happy New Years! TTYL,Andrea

  6. well my goodness. How the heck are ya, Rash? You still married and living happily ever after in WV? good to see your site…it seems to be a good one. talk to ya later.
    Hugs,
    Bev

  7. Hey, I saw you posted some photos
    regarding the “fake big brother house”
    and the nine Turkish women that fell victim
    to the kidnapping.

    I am curious to know more
    and if you have additional
    information??

    Hope you can help.

  8. Hi Milena,
    I wish I had more
    information about that story –
    it seemed to quickly drop off
    the news radar after the first
    reports I found.

    I just checked the Internet
    and can’t find any new news
    about the crime,
    I was wondering about convictions
    of the criminals and whatever.

    Sorry I can’t be more help
    but that is all I know so far.

    Rash

    (If I find out more I’ll
    add it to this reply)

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  33. It’s Only a Change of Time

    It’s been all of these ten years
    But, nothing’s really changed
    The horror of those who kill
    Has, only been, rearranged!

    We still have those terrorists
    And, we all, are still at war
    With each other/other countries
    And, I just ask, “What for?”

    The “Freedom” thing is kinda lame
    While we’re slaves to the elite
    Those of us, who have not, unhappy
    Those who have it, think it’s neat.

    But, those thousands killed
    And, all of those maimed
    So many in, those mass graves
    So many graves, never to be named.

    We still send our Soldiers to those wars
    Spend lives and billions on that game
    Where bullets, guns, bombs, and death
    The rich, get richer, all the same!

    It has been awhile, now
    Ten years since, they got our attention
    Kinda like, that Pearl Harbor
    Warnings, someone, forgot to mention.

    But, we just go on fighting
    And hating, our fellow man
    Keep making up excuses
    To keep going, that wartime plan.

    We’ll never know how many died
    But, they don’t really count
    As long as those warmongers
    Can add bucks, to their account!!

    Del ‘Abe” Jones
    08.30.2011

  34. A compilation of most of my 9/11 writings.
    Abe

    A Day to Remember

    Anniversary is not a proper word
    To mark the meaning of that day
    And now, five years from that date
    Is not nearly far enough away.

    Too many families and loved ones
    Still feel that pain down in their Soul
    From the Towers to the Pentagon
    To those who heard those words, “Let’s roll!”

    Hearts still ache and tears still flow
    On the eleventh of another year
    Those who lost will always miss
    All those People they hold, dear.

    There are still unanswered questions
    For those who ask the reason, “Why?”
    Was it really necessary?
    For all of those folks to die?

    The nine/eleven Commission
    They asked and probed and dug
    Their many recommendations
    Some dismiss, with just a shrug.

    To correct all those problems
    Will step on way too many toes
    Might take some from their bottom line
    We all know, that’s the way it goes.

    For those who make the rules
    Most politicians are the same
    The only thing they care about
    Is to play the lobbyist’s game.

    If anything is to be done
    The People, are who will make it so
    We must write or fax or call
    To make our Reps learn what we know.

    Seems once they get elected
    And they join that unique group
    They forget from whence they came
    And get caught up in the loop.

    Not all of them are worthless
    But seems there are very few
    Who really want to do right
    And represent me and you.

    Our system is really broken
    And there is really no quick cure
    But at the polls in November
    We can make a change, for sure.

    So many things must be done
    From our border to border
    But there should be a sign in DC
    That says it all, “Out of order!”

    Some of the victim’s families
    Have been working every day
    To try to make a difference
    They could show us all, the way.

    So as we celebrate the lives
    And mourn all of those who died
    In all their names we must try
    To regain our Nation’s pride.

    “By and for the People”
    Is the way that it should be
    And whether it will or not
    That is all up to you and me.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    9-05-2006

    Four Years and a Week or So

    A week and more of suffering
    From another Enemy
    After four years of Heartache
    In this Land Of The Free.

    The Towers and the Pentagon
    And Heroes of that fateful Flight
    The total lost as yet unknown
    From those of the Gulf Shore’s plight.

    In both, the hindsight twenty, twenty
    Unanswered questions asking, “Why?”
    Will the next time be much better
    Will we have learned or even try?

    Will power struggles cost more lives?
    Will they learn to communicate?
    Or will it be the same old thing
    As the bureaucrats seal our fate?

    Nobody’s fault, but everybody’s
    From the very bottom to the top
    But using Human lives as pawns??
    That really must come to a stop!

    Some of us are very lucky
    We watch the horrors from afar
    We can go on with our lives
    Never knowing, where those Victims are.

    When just a little bit of planning
    Could have saved some of those lost
    There’s no excuses when prevention
    Could be done at not near this cost.

    If not for People helping People
    And doing the task on their own
    We would never see the Light
    Where the American Spirit’s shone.

    The politicians do their politics
    And so-called leaders fight for turf
    But, those with boots on the ground
    Are the ones who show their worth.

    We must have a true accounting
    And not let those losses be in vain
    We must fix whatever there is wrong
    So this will never happen again.

    While Osama still roams free
    And with more Storms to come our way
    Let’s all remember all those lost
    Since that September Eleventh Day.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    09-10-2005

    9/11 Show And Tell

    There’s many unanswered questions
    That all those loved ones need to know
    Maybe some important little things
    Will help the healing, that goes so slow.

    It’s not up to those in power
    And officials who think it best
    Everything must come out in the open
    Before this thing can be put to rest.

    The ones who grieve their losses
    Are the ones who still pay everyday
    And all they ask is for all the truth
    For that price that they had to pay.

    They should get all of the answers
    At the least all that there are to know
    And not be tied up in the red tape
    By some bureaucratic so and so.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    10 Feb 2005

    Three And Counting

    Another anniversary
    Of our “day of infamy”
    Of battles against terror
    And it’s war’s casualty.

    Osama still on the roam
    And the borders, we control (?)
    Filling up with terrorists
    Who come to thwart our goal.

    Maybe, “we can win” the war
    Or, “maybe we can’t”
    Depends on who you talk to
    Who’ll give you a different slant.

    But, ask the friends and families
    Of those who have already “lost”
    And those who march in “harm’s way”
    Who, really pays the “cost”?

    The bureaucrats and diplomats
    Political/military brass
    Tell us it’s all necessary
    And that, this too, will pass.

    But, ask those who build the bombs
    And blow themselves, to “Kingdom Come”
    Who think killing innocent people
    Will take them to “Martyrdom”.

    They have no respect for life
    Or the consequence of actions
    Using any means to an “end”
    Of all non-Muslim factions.

    Our Nation is sadly learning
    What others already knew
    That the terrorists will never quit
    No matter what we do.

    We’ve also learned a lesson
    That we should have known
    We must work with other Countries
    Because, we’ll never win, alone.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    09-07-2004

    Our Lawmakers are Too Busy
    (not taking care of our security and borders) They are too busy doing nothing And arguing about the same Wasting our money and their time With things like the “marriage” game.

    Now they’re too busy getting ready
    To go home until next year
    Not thinking “the report” is scary
    No, they don’t share our fear.

    They don’t seem to think there’s danger
    And the needed changes can wait
    But, wonder what they will say
    If they find out, next year was too late?

    07.22.2004

    The Christian Thing To Do
    (Christian Regenhard)

    And the battle still goes on
    Through the old bureaucracy
    To make tall buildings safer
    When there’s an emergency.

    The owners and builders
    Need to spend a little more
    To plan and build them better
    From the bottom to top floor.

    Lessons taught that fateful day
    Must make us all duty bound
    To make sure there is change
    And that safer ways are found.

    No doubt, lives could be saved
    If we learn from Nine-Eleven
    In the name of all those Souls
    Who took that trip to Heaven.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    1-30-2004

    It’s Nine To Eleven

    Two years of hurt and misery
    That seems, like yesterday
    To think, it still brings tears
    At least, does me that way.

    Can’t imagine, with a loved one
    Or, even a close friend
    Guess, I could be far removed
    It wasn’t mine, who met their end.

    But, in that days’ memory
    A little bit of each loved soul
    Adds their little, special bit
    That, makes up, the whole.

    A small piece of all Americans
    And, all people who live free
    Bring a little something, to it
    To what, the rest, will see.

    So, we must show resolve
    Not, let them see us sway
    Except, when our heads bow
    For, those lost, that day.

    Nine days to eleven, 2003
    For The Kids
    (reading names on 9/11)

    The children of our future
    Read the names of those passed
    A tear was shed for everyone
    From the first to the last.

    “Daddy, we miss and love you.”
    “Mom, you’re in my heart and prayers.”
    “My Brother, you’re my hero.”
    And, “We miss you.”, from sisters.

    Godfathers and Godmothers
    Aunts, Uncles and all Kin
    Were all named and honored
    With loving feelings from within.

    Some names were hard to say
    But, the Kids did quite well
    Loved ones knew, who they were
    That was, easy, to tell.

    They stood there before us
    And got through it with few tears
    With a presence and maturity
    Far, beyond their years.

    They did us proud, showed the world
    The meaning, of “true grit”
    And let all know, freedoms’ torch
    Will forever, remain, lit.

    September eleventh, two thousand, three

    The Final Solution

    I couldn’t watch TV no more
    My thirst had been fulfilled
    I spent the day, hearing those
    Whose loved ones had been killed.

    I shed a tear (a bunch of them)
    Although, I shouldn’t say
    Because a real, grownup man
    Should not act, that way.

    He must be strong in his ways
    And not show, if he cares
    He must step up, not go back
    As he climbs, those social stairs.

    He can’t be honest to himself
    Because, the truth, might feel
    Like he’s never felt, before
    Like, something, kinda real.

    No wonder we won’t believe
    In mankind’s evolution
    Because his stupidity
    Might be the real solution.
    9-11-03

    Flowers in WTC pools

    The beauty of the souls
    Float upon the tears
    As the people weep

    9-11-2003

    Working For The Devil

    Less than twenty-four hours
    Until the anniversary
    Of when we lost our innocence
    In the land of the free.

    We’ve had our share of tragedies
    From Mother Nature and our own
    But this terror from a foreign land
    Is the worst, that we have known.

    The sickest part about that day
    Was the reasons that they claim
    That they were doing the bidding
    Carried out in their gods’ name.

    Martyrs in their crazy minds
    Headed for some promised land
    But the Devil is who welcomed them
    In the world of the damned.

    The worst part about it all
    Are the ones who’ll take their place
    Who keep Satan alive and well
    Within, the human race.

    9-10-2003

    Seven, Four, Seventy-Six

    In the year of 1776
    Dreams of Freedom were Declared
    New to the World, a way of Life
    No way, to be compared.

    Through the years, embattled
    Some, tried taking it away
    But, it survived, though changed
    To what we know, today.

    They’ve brought terror to our shores
    And threatened our security
    Made us run for cover
    In this Land of the Free.

    They made us see the World
    In a different kind of light
    Of the jealousy and hate
    That would have, Freedom take flight.

    But, the Soul of a Free people
    Will always rise above the rest
    To show the tyrants of the World
    That Truth, comes from the Test.

    Though, nothing is ever perfect
    And we learn through our mistakes
    Liberty will be triumphant
    No matter, what it takes.

    Our People and the Stars and Stripes
    Will always lead the way
    Because we know, what it’s like
    To have an, Independence Day.

    6-21-03

    A Touch In The Wind

    It was, a day for reflection
    Starting, calm and so serene
    Then, wind from those “Towers”
    Started blowing, in between.

    The names of Souls, spoken
    Seemed, to alter nature’s course
    And what it seemed to be
    They came to say, “Goodbye!”, in force.

    Reaching out and touching
    All, who came to grieve
    To say, “Get on with your life.
    Because, we have to leave.”

    “But, we won’t go far.
    We’ll be in every breeze.
    And, if you listen, you will hear us
    Rustling through the leaves.”

    “And, when those leaves have fallen
    And the winters winds blow
    Don’t worry, we’ll still be there
    In every whirling flake of snow.”

    “Then when, the springtime comes
    And all things grow, anew
    Please take joy, in knowing
    We’ll still be there, with you.”

    “They may have stopped our “being”
    But, our Spirits, will soar
    When you feel us in, the blowing winds
    Where we’ll be, forever more.”

    Del “Abe” Jones
    9-12-02

    For, All Those Souls, A To Z

    “A” is for, “all” of them
    “B” is for, the “broken” hearts
    “C” is for, those “calls” they made
    “D” is for, when a “dream” starts.

    “E” is for, “everything” left undone
    “F” is for, those “fallen” heroes
    “G” is for, the “good” times
    “H” is for, where the good “heart” goes.

    “I” is for, the pain “inside”
    “J” is for, the “joined” hearts
    “K” is for, the “kindness” shown
    “L” is for, what “love” imparts

    “M” is for, the “misery”
    “N” is for, “never” more
    “O” is for, the loved “ones” passed
    “P” is for, that “pass” through Heaven’s door.

    “Q” is for, the “quiet” times
    “R” is for, “rest” in peace
    “S” is for, their mortal “souls”
    “T” is for, the “true” release.

    “U” is for, “until” we meet again
    “V” is for, the “veteran” in us all
    “W” is for the “war” we wage
    “X” is for, the “x” factors call.

    “Y” is for, “you” and me
    “Z” is for, when we reach our “zenith”
    With all those names, A to Z
    That we’ll all, someday, be with.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    09/11/2002

    Private Galleries

    Just think of all those images
    Etched into every mind
    Of everyone who saw “it”
    Each snapshot, one of a kind.

    Each blink of the eye
    Was another pic not seen
    But, enough between the tears
    Of, each horrific, scene.

    Those pictures will always be
    There, in our, mind’s eye
    Locked in our private galleries
    Until, the day, we die.

    9-8-02

    A Little Less

    Well, it’s been a year now
    Since we had that nightmare
    But, it seems like yesterday
    With, all the pain still there.

    Life for most goes on
    But, for some, stands still
    With that empty void inside
    They try to find a way, to fill.

    We can all reach out to them
    And hold them in our heart
    But we can’t mend the hurt
    That, tears theirs, apart.

    No matter how we try
    And no matter what we say
    There’s no way we can know
    What they went through, that day.

    It’s just one year of hurting
    That will last their whole life through
    Shared with all the teardrops
    That were shed by me and you.

    But, we must count our blessings
    In this “land of the free”
    Although there aren’t as many
    As, there used to be.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    9-8-02

    Sixteen Acres

    A few acres of heartache
    Of, the most sacred ground
    But, all “they” see is money
    The most valuable, around.

    We all know, who will win
    It’s “them”, with all the means
    It won’t be the souls, that cry
    From, those most horrific scenes.

    And if “they” build, buildings
    Each window, will show
    The reflections of a life
    Someone, will never know.

    There will be, some peeking out
    And, looking to the sky
    To, see the crash, that took them
    And ask, the question, “Why?”

    There will be, some looking down
    And, trying to find release
    Amongst the structures that “they” build But, there will be no peace.

    They were killed in an attempt
    To hurt, the almighty dollar
    Now, “they” want to put the greed
    Right back, into that “holler”.

    The most expensive land on Earth
    With some(?) dollars, for each “BEING”
    But, more profits for “the few”
    Is all we will, be seeing.

    That hallowed ground, is for the rich
    To make, “their” profits soar
    As if “they” didn’t have enough
    All “they” want, is more.

    Even, sixteen acres won’t replace
    A small part, of the pain
    Of, those lost souls, innocent
    We’ll, never see again.

    Del aka Abe Jones
    9-3-02

    Until The End, My Friend

    I don’t ever think I’ve had
    Since Oklahoma City
    Something move into my soul
    And the heart, of me.

    The pain I feel inside
    For all the human race
    Makes me feel ashamed inside
    And, want to hide my face.

    I know I’ve always known
    How cruel, we all could be
    But, in the past year
    Saw, more, than, I should see.

    Nobody deserves
    The wrath of the hate
    But, then I stop and think
    I didn’t have to wait.

    I’ve seen it all my life
    But, didn’t care to look
    Until, I started writing
    And, put it in a book.

    A book, I shouldn’t written
    For, the words hurt so deep
    And the memories I know
    I know, I shouldn’t keep.

    But, it will never change
    Until, we’re no longer here
    Because the human, is the death
    Of, life, on Earth, I fear.

    Del Jones
    8-26-02

    Five More Sides To The Story

    It seems the Towers and Flight 93
    Dominate the headline news
    But there were many others
    Who were as painful to lose.

    The men and women at the Pentagon
    Who spend each and every day
    Working to keep our world safe
    And protect, “The American Way”.

    They could never have imagined
    They were there, on the “front line”
    In the battle to preserve the “Freedoms”
    And the “Rights” of yours and mine.

    In the midst of the “battle”
    And beginning of the “war”
    They stood, and faced the “enemy”
    Did their “duty” and, so much more.

    So many “heroes” in that building
    That we will never, ever know
    And so many acts of “bravery”
    That the civil/military show.

    We should all “salute” them
    And bow our heads in prayer
    To thank them for their sacrifice
    To show them how much we care.

    8-27-02

    But, The People Never Came!

    On September eleventh
    We all know, New York City
    Was shrouded in a cloud
    Of, the worst atrocity.

    They waited in their scrubs
    In the emergency room
    Waiting for survivors
    To be brought out of the gloom.

    They waited on the sidewalks
    Stretchers/wheelchairs at hand
    Prepared for a disaster
    They had, rehearsed and planned.

    But, the people never came
    As they waited through the night
    Then, they began to realize
    That, something wasn’t right.

    There should have been hundreds
    Coming to them, needing care
    And the hope started to fade away
    As, they impatiently, waited there.

    There were a few, brought in
    And a few, came on their own
    On this most horrific day
    New York City’s ever known.

    They waited for the people
    As thousands called, with a name
    Searching for their loved ones
    And friends, who never came.

    The adrenaline was flowing
    As they stood their sad vigil
    Wondering when, the rush would start
    But, believing that, “It will!”

    The day and night came and went
    As their hope, began to wane
    And their pent-up energy
    Turned to helplessness and pain.

    Doctors, nurses, technicians
    And so many volunteers
    Thought of those who never came
    And began to shed their tears.

    Some still, with a shred of hope
    That, in the days to come
    Those survivors might be found
    At the least, maybe some.

    But, the people never came
    That, they were waiting for
    Because, they waited up above
    To get through Heavens’ door.

    8-26-02

    Not Again?

    I have the strangest feeling
    That, on the anniversary
    There’s going to be another
    Terrorist atrocity.

    I think they’ll try to do it
    And this time, maybe more
    Just to show us that, they can
    Slip, once more through Freedoms’ door.

    It would really be a coup for them
    To hit us on that day
    Especially, if we let them
    Once more, have their way.

    They could shove it down our throats
    And make us live in fear
    Bring the war on terrorism
    Right back, over here.

    I hope that I am wrong
    And there’s nothing to it
    But, I still have that feeling
    That, they are going to do it.

    8-21-02

    The Bottom Of The Pit

    They’ve emptied out the “Pit”
    Of all of the debris
    But, it’s still overflowing
    With the Souls you cannot see.

    There’s twenty-eight hundred plus
    And friends and family left behind
    Crying out for justice
    For answers of some kind.

    But it seems, there are no reasons
    For such an EVIL deed
    No reason for the horror
    Sown from that hateful seed.

    Some people say their “god” (?)
    Will bless them for their act
    For killing all those innocents
    In their despicable attack.

    But, if there is such a “god”
    He must live down in Hell
    And, if he isn’t Satan
    Must be, related to that Devil.

    The God most people know
    Would not condone such a crime
    And will punish those responsible
    When it comes their time.

    He’ll send them down into the “Pit”
    And damn them for eternity
    To burn forever with their “god”
    Where they deserve to be.

    Old Glory In 2001

    Those “Stars And Stripes” gained new meaning In the year two thousand and one It flew prouder over our Country Where a new war had begun.

    On September eleventh
    “They” tried to bring it down
    Along with those “Two Towers”
    That came crashing to the ground.

    But, the American people caught it
    And held it high for all to see
    This is still, “The Home Of The Brave”
    And, “The Land Of The Free”.

    Those people who do evil
    Will shudder at the sight
    As “Old Glory” catches them
    In all its power and might.

    We might not always do justice
    Under its waving grace
    But, it’s meaning to Freedom
    Will always stand it’s place.

    It’s always been a symbol
    And hope, for people in this world
    It sends a very special message
    Each time, it is unfurled.

    The “Stars And Stripes” will wave
    Those colors, “Red, White, And Blue”
    As long, as there are Freedom lovers
    Or all life on Earth, is through.

    Family, Friends, And Freedom

    This year is more important
    Than any, we have known
    To, appreciate those lessons
    We, sadly, have been shown.

    In one day, we have learned
    That, “this land of the free”
    Has been changed forever
    From what, it used to be.

    We’ve taken it for granted
    Free, from the strife of war
    Fought, in some foreign land
    Brought to, our home shore.

    This battle must be waged
    Each, and every day
    If we hope, to preserve
    “The American way”.

    We must stand together
    And make the decision
    To end all of those things
    That can bring, division.

    Family, friends and freedom
    Must go hand in hand
    With tolerance for those
    We may not understand.

    Selfish greed and violence
    And the “world corporation”
    Will surely, be the downfall
    Of, the worlds’ greatest Nation.

    9/11 was the day
    We got, our wake-up call
    And we must, do our part
    “All for one, and one for all”.

    THANKS for being born here
    (Or, coming here to live)
    We must do all we can
    GIVING, all we can give.

    Thanksgiving Day, 2001
    Of history’s’ turning page
    Is the first day of the war
    For Peace, that we must wage.

    Thanksgiving Eve 2001

    “Let’s Roll”

    They were on a flight
    Going from here to there
    Just another day
    Each one, without a care.

    Some were on a cell phone
    With loved ones or business
    What they all talked about
    We can only guess.

    Then they got the news
    About WTC
    And then they realized
    The next one is “we”.

    Some of them were moved forward
    The rest moved to the rear
    And it’s hard to imagine
    The helplessness and fear.

    But, they must have got to talking
    And figured out their plight
    That in the list of “bombers”
    They were, the next “flight”.

    Wonder what went through their minds
    And how much, they were “scared”
    But, when they thought, ” The USA”
    Realized, how much they cared.

    We think about our “heroes”
    And those on the “front line”
    Then, we all heard, “Let’s roll”
    They knew, that it was time.

    To step up and sacrifice
    Whatever, it may take
    And made the call, most of us
    Won’t ever have to make.

    They went down in Victory
    The first against the terrorists
    Showed the will of Americans
    Is strong, and still exists.

    They stood up for America
    Knew what they had to do
    And let’s not ever forget
    They did it, for me and you.

    Nobody will ever know
    What went on, on that plane
    We just know, it added to
    The misery and pain.

    We all had, had enough
    On that September day
    But, they just gave us more
    To pray for, the same way.

    Another bunch, of the lost souls
    We lost on nine-eleven
    But they aren’t lost for they found
    Their little niche in heaven.

    8-20-02

    9/11

    An anniversary coming soon
    With no celebration
    A day to observe
    What’s happened to our nation.

    Maybe, this time will be different
    That, we won’t soon, forget
    And we’ll remember day to day
    That, it’s not over, yet.

    8-19-02

    Where Was I?

    I was feeling kind of ill
    And stayed home that day
    Was watching the morning news
    As usual, that’s my way.

    Katie, Matt, Ann and Al
    Were doing what they do best
    But, little did they know
    About that day of “our test”.

    I don’t remember what the “news” was
    Probably the same old thing
    There were some elections
    Part of what, makes “Freedom Ring”.

    Then, the “breaking news”
    About a “terrible accident”
    Even that was bad enough
    But, much worse, where it went.

    I called a friend at work
    And while I talked to her
    The second plane struck
    And then I felt the “terror”.

    The tears began to flow
    And my heart began to ache
    As I hoped, it was a bad dream
    Or some terrible mistake.

    But, as that day went on
    In a blurred, slow motion haze
    I realized our country’s history
    Had moved to an unknown phase.

    The security of our borders
    Had been forever changed
    And they way we think about ourselves
    Drastically re-arranged.

    We’re in the “real world” now
    And, that’s so sad, I thought
    But, we’ll have to make the best of it
    Whether we like it, or not.

    A year has come, to pass
    But, that day will linger here
    In my heart and mind
    As, I shed another tear.

    I hope we’ve learned some lessons
    But, I do it with some doubt
    Because, hate, greed and jealousy
    Is, what mankind seems to tout.

    8-18-02

    911 On 9-11

    You cowards of the world
    Don’t think, you can rejoice
    For, hear this message loud and clear
    From one, united voice.

    The civilized among us
    Will make you rue this day
    And you’ll find it won’t be worth
    The price, you’ll have to pay.

    Some say they are “holy wars”
    But that mighty supreme being
    Must be cringing from the sights
    That He has been seeing.

    I bet He never dreamed
    That He’d created such as you
    That the Devil could possess
    And make you do what you do.

    He didn’t create life on Earth
    To destroy one another
    You might think you’ll go to Heaven
    But, you’ll end up in the “other”.

    When people kill their fellowman
    In the name of their “Maker”
    All of them end up as
    The worst kind of “forsaker”.

    Religious zealots have killed more
    Than, for any other reason
    And it has been the worst kind
    Of, what some may call treason.

    An affront to all that’s right
    That’s decent and humane
    Strong beliefs are okay
    Until, they become, insane!

    You didn’t strike America
    You hurt every human soul
    And you gave us all resolve
    To thwart your evil goal.

    You are less than animals
    Worse than rats from the sewer
    A mutant of our species
    That this world has to endure.

    But, your days are numbered
    Hear this, above the painful wail
    That people of good will and heart
    Are the ones, who will, prevail.

    9-11-01

    Cathedral Of Tears

    Jutting from the rubble
    Up through the smoky haze
    Like spires of a Cathedral
    Where the “believer” prays.

    Seven stories of heartache
    Left from the hundred-ten
    Of those two mighty towers
    Never to be seen again.

    For thousands who have perished
    And the loved ones they leave
    A monument to all of us
    Who shed our tears, and grieve.

    In its eerie setting
    There was a sort of beauty
    Standing guard over those
    Who died doing their duty.

    A strange sense of peace
    Amidst the scene of ruin
    As others search for comrades
    Who died, doing what they’re doing.

    There’s been heroes by the hundreds
    And some stories, never known
    But in God’s Cathedral
    They’ll sit upon His throne.

    The “Cathedral Of Tears”
    Will last in our mind’s eye
    As we bow our heads
    And ask, “Why, dear Lord? Why?”

    9-20-01

    The Whole Heartland

    I wrote about the heartland
    When the Murrah Building fell
    And I thought at that time
    We’d had a taste of “hell”.

    But, to see “The Towers”
    Over NYC
    Fall into the ground
    Took, the heart out of me.

    Knowing all those souls
    With nowhere to run
    Like looking down the barrel
    Of a cocked, loaded gun.

    Watching people jump
    To a certain, horrid death
    Made me wonder what I’d say
    With my last, final breath.

    Or looking out the window
    To watch, that “hell” doomed plane
    As it crashed into me
    Through, that shattered window pane.

    The terror in my mind
    And my helpless reeling
    As my body blew away
    Into that deathly feeling.

    Knowing all those loved ones
    That I would never see
    Would bow their heads in sorrow
    And say, a prayer for me.

    But, prayers don’t seem to do
    All that, we think they should
    And most the time we wonder
    If prayers do any good.

    Does “He” really care?
    Has “He ” ever heard?
    Does, “He” really listen
    To, our “private word”?

    And if, “He” does hear them
    Why does “He” forsake “them”
    When we try to do it right
    Even, followed by “Amen”.

    Can “He” be so cruel
    That, “He” will make us pay
    For, that “bite of the apple”
    That, sent us all this way.

    I guess, sometimes the “Devil”
    Might have the upper hand
    And give us pain and heartbreak
    So, we will understand.

    We have to take the good things
    That, delve into our heart
    As well, as the bad
    That, break our heart, apart.

    10-30-01

    A Different Calling

    This year the “Memorial” has changed
    It’s different than those past
    A different kind of war
    From a different, “stone cast”.

    The battle is at Freedom’s doorstep
    With heroes of a different kind
    Now, all of us are “Soldiers”
    Against, the terrorists “sick” mind.

    Civilians have always been
    A part of every war
    But, in this day and age
    We must do, so much more.

    If we expect to win this Battle
    We must all join hands
    In a strong, determined circle
    With, Freedom lovers from all lands.

    This world has changed forever
    “The American Way”
    There’s so much more at stake
    Than, the way we live and play.

    Since 9-11 we’re learning
    The horrors of this world
    Can even come to where
    Freedoms Flag is, unfurled.

    This day was meant to Honor
    All, Military Heroes have endured
    Now, we all could join their Ranks
    If our resolve, is not assured.

    So, let us all take a moment
    To respect all those, “Fallen”
    And vow, we’re all up to the task
    Of this, different “Calling”.

    May 26, 2002

    Veterans All
    Well! We’re in a different world
    Than, what, we ever knew
    It will never, be the same
    As it was, for me and you.

    I think that, since 9/11
    Some words forever changed
    Like the meaning of “Veteran”
    Has been, re-arranged.

    Now, we all are fighters
    For our “freedoms’ cause”
    If we don’t stand, be counted
    We’ll have lost, “the cause, that was!”

    On this Veterans’ Day
    In this “land of the free”
    We honor those, who gave all
    Those with us, and those, yet to be.

    We honor those who perished
    In attacks upon our shore
    And those hunting evildoers
    Who came through our “open door”.

    We honor all Americans
    And freedom lovers of the world
    Where flags like, “The Stars And Stripes”
    Fly in the breeze, unfurled.

    I think from this day forth
    All patriotic celebrations
    Will always give us pause
    To these new, realizations.

    We must rid this Earth
    Of those “Devils” and their goals
    With terror on their minds
    Within their hateful souls.

    So, here’s to all the Veterans
    Who have made “Freedom Ring”
    And, those around the world
    Who know! We have a “special” thing.

    Sunday, November 11, 2001

    July The Fourth, Two Thousand Two

    I wonder what those folks would think
    (Those, who wrote our Freedom’s Declaration) Would they believe, those happenings That have, forever changed our Nation.

    Would they believe, some terrorists
    Are, from our Country, homegrown
    Spreading hate, death, and destruction
    In the Homeland of their own.
    Would they believe our “open door”
    Has ushered in our enemy
    Those who believe we’re evil
    And don’t believe in Liberty.

    What would they think, if they could see Crime running rampant, in the street Guns, drugs, and homeless people And so many more, locked-in, retreat.

    Would they believe, Freedoms treasured
    Have been twisted all around
    To where the criminals civil rights
    Beat the victims, to the ground.

    Would they believe, that businesses
    Most of them, big and small
    Treat their employees as the pawns
    To reach, “the bottom line”, that’s all.

    Would they believe, those voted to Office Who we should trust, to guide the way Can’t be trusted, most of the time To live up to what, they say.

    What would they think, would they rewrite And would they take exceptance To what we did, with what they wrote In The Declaration Of Independence.

    6-21-02

    Seven Come Eleven

    On this day we remember
    That “day of infamy”
    And sadly we understand
    More than we want to see.

    A “sneak attack” on Freedom
    And the American way
    Brought back to reality
    On Septembers’ eleventh day.

    Thousands died in forty-one
    With so many not retrieved
    Resting in their watery grave
    O’er which friends and family grieved.

    Now we have another place
    Known to all, as “Ground Zero”
    Where we have another bunch
    Of, the American Hero.

    Sixty years of times’ passage
    Hasn’t changed the “Patriot”
    Hasn’t dampened our resolve
    To remember, not, forget.
    Those who gave their, “all”
    And those, still yet, to “give”
    Standing for, protecting
    The kind of life, we live.

    The casualties of war
    Don’t always bear a gun
    But, they all are Heroes
    When all is said and done.

    Now, we have another one
    Of those “infamous” days
    With the horrible cost
    That Freedom, often, pays.

    December 7, 2001

    “Not Uniform”

    They put on the uniform
    And badge of silver/gold
    And, it’s been that way
    Since the days of old.

    They stand tall and take an oath
    Swear, “To protect and serve.”
    But, it seems, they never get
    The praise that they deserve.

    They put their life on the line
    And they don’t fear the cost
    Until their friends and families
    Have to pay the “final cost”.

    We don’t want them till we need them
    And sometimes they’ll seal our fate
    Sometimes, they come too soon
    And sometimes they come too late.

    But, they are always willing
    To come to our rescue
    Or to help us with some things
    Important, to me and you.

    Sure! There are some bad ones
    But most, are the very best
    Who aren’t afraid to stand firm
    Face and pass the “final test”.

    We have to stand behind them
    For they are all we’ve got
    Between us and “the bad guys”
    Who care for a lot of naught.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    2001

    The Fifth Of The Eleventh

    A five year anniversary
    From that day we came of age
    When we really saw the terror
    From this World’s awful rage.

    The hate of Godless people
    Who say they have the faith
    Who kill themselves and others
    Like some unholy wraith.

    We learned that our borders
    Are really open to the rest
    Of those who would do us harm
    And put our Nation to the test.

    I wonder if we learned our lesson
    And it doesn’t seem that’s so
    It seems we try to ignore things
    Or else, pretend we don’t know.

    We leave those borders open
    They come and go as they may
    And as these times are showing
    There’ll be worse to come one day.

    Since then, we’ve been at way
    And though our enemies were known
    We keep losing souls in battles
    Where no true danger was shown.

    We see parting families hurting
    As they tell loved ones goodbye
    And worse, the pain and sadness
    When loved ones get hurt or die.

    Now we have a breeding ground
    Where those terrorists can train
    Killing our bravest Soldiers
    As Muslims treat us with disdain.

    We’re not making many friends
    And as for National Security
    It doesn’t seem we’re any safer
    Than what we thought we used to be.

    Bin Laden is still running free
    And Al Qaeda never went away
    And the terrorists numbers
    Just keep growing, day by day.

    We don’t have the will or way
    To pay for all of those means
    So we don’t have to see another
    Of those horrific, deadly scenes.

    We’ll just wait until it happens
    And wonder why we were so slow
    To take those safety measures
    While some say, “We told you so!”

    The lobbyists and politicians
    Are going to get their pork, first
    Then, what’s left goes to the people
    After they have quenched their thirst.

    Oh, let’s not forget other countries
    Who get billions from our aid
    And though they say they owe us
    The bill never seems to get paid.

    This World really is a different place
    And it will never be the same
    With all of these people hating
    And all in some god’s name.

    So, as we mark this anniversary
    Of that Eleventh of September
    Let’s just hope that is the worst
    That, we’ll have to remember.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    8-11-2006

    Leave No One Behind

    They have found some more remains
    That have lain hidden for so long
    And no matter what excuse they make
    There is something surely wrong.

    What if you were a Family
    Who had nothing to lay to rest
    And then, now it begins all over
    As new hopes are put to an old test.

    They want to have some closure
    A place to visit those they lost
    To have a private place to go
    The least deserved, for their awful cost.

    Haven’t they lost enough?
    Haven’t they felt enough pain?
    Without wondering, “How many more?”
    Places not searched, still remain.

    It seems to be really obvious
    These lost ones should have been found
    Back then, not five years later
    Once more the victims were let down.

    With all of our technologies
    And with proper leaders in place
    GZ should be searched once more
    For even the smallest trace.

    How much longer must those souls wait
    And will the families ever really know
    Some peace and put them to rest
    In some private place where they can go.

    All Americans should be outraged
    With many from some other Nations
    Just one more thing to add to
    The list of family’s frustrations.

    We shouldn’t blame the workers
    Those in charge are those to blame
    Like almost all priorities
    Just part of the money game.

    Just like the “Commission”
    The only way things will get done
    Is when the People demand it
    And we should, each and everyone.

    Bureaucracy and politics
    Have once more raised their ugly head
    Bowing to uncaring sources
    And not doing what’s right, instead.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    11.1.06

    The Die Is Cast
    (The Military)

    We may wear different uniforms
    And our traditions not the same
    We may sing different marching tunes
    But our drummer’s beat’s the same.

    With our Freedom’s Flag unfurled
    We travel land and air and sea
    To protect this way of life we live
    To show others how life could be.

    We all march shoulder to shoulder
    Proud Sisters and Brothers, all
    We take a solemn vow and swear
    We will answer our Nation’s call.

    Some may serve one hitch or two
    For some, will be their life’s career
    Some will serve, “over there”
    And there’s some, will stay right here.

    We come from all walks of life
    To join in that one common cause
    To guard and protect the U.S.A.
    So we won’t be, that Land, that was.

    We are out there at the forefront
    For all the rest the World to see
    To show them all how proud we are
    Of this great Land of the Free.

    All who serve should take a bow
    Then stand straight and tall with pride
    Salute that ol’ red white and blue
    Sisters and Brothers, side by side.

    Someday maybe, they won’t need us
    And wouldn’t that be just fine
    For all mankind to live in Peace
    Sometime there, on down the line.

    But until that day finally comes
    And tyrants are part of our past
    We must be ready to face them
    For, that’s how our die is cast.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    9-7-2006

    Peace Or War?

    Yet, another year has passed by
    Since, those terrorists struck our Land
    Even, after all this time gone by
    Still hard, to comprehend or understand.

    How can a person hate so much
    And be so blinded, by their belief
    To take their life, and so many others
    To cause such terror, pain, and grief ?

    All those folks they didn’t even know
    Who never caused them any harm
    Who died while just living their lives
    Without, any forewarning or alarm.

    Sadly, since that “War” began
    Many thousands more, have died
    And those who shed tears on Nine Eleven
    Just some, of too many, who have cried.

    The man who caused all that horror
    Still walks free, to wreak his wrath
    And, it seems that, so many more
    Now, walk along that deadly path.

    Our World is forever changed
    And it will never, be the same
    Sad, such evil lives among us
    Especially, in religion’s name.

    Voices calling for Goodwill and Peace
    Are drowned out, by the drums of War
    And the destruction of all Mankind
    It seems is all, we really, are good for?

    So, on Nine Eleven, we’ll remember
    Souls lost then, and since, that fateful day And, if you believe in, some kind of God You should ask for Peace too, if you pray!

    Del “Abe” Jones
    09.08.2008

    9/11 2009

    It’s been eight years since that day
    When all those people, went away
    And just another sad, sad, date
    When, all those souls, met their fate.

    A day that will live in infamy
    In our short, American history
    Where we once, lived the life
    Without all, these fears and strife.

    Way back, when we felt secure
    But, nowadays, we can’t be sure
    What the tomorrow, may bring
    That could be, ‘most anything.

    We spent those days, cared for naught
    Never appreciating, all we’d got
    As now that peaceful, slips away
    We wonder where, we went astray.

    There’s lots of reasons, we should know
    Those places that, we oughtn’t go
    But, it seems that, we haven’t learned
    All that knowledge, we have earned.

    While we have, this day of sorrow
    Wonder what, we’ll feel tomorrow
    Will our concerns all fade away
    As we return, to selfish games we play.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    09.11.2009

    A Poet

    A poet knows not day or night
    And not always wrong from right
    But without the poet’s written word
    Think of all we mightn’t heard.

    Del “Abe” Jones

    “Mankind’s greatest accomplishment
    is not the revolution of technology,
    it is the evolution of creativity.”
    © 1984 Del “Abe” Jones

    More poetry here http://iwvpa.net/jonesd/index.php and here http://www.scribd.com/documents You can read my latest book, “Of Native American” here http://www.bookrix.com/showbooks.html?showbookonly=del.abe.jones_1265223173.3449680805&mrsph=book

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  38. Couldn’t remember if I’d sent you these before? (seior moment) Please delete if I have posted before.
    Abe

    A Marine Birthday
    (November 10)

    Eight years after they were formed
    At the end of the Revolutionary War
    All the Navy’s ships were sold
    Marines and Sailors were no more.

    Then, in Seventeen ninety-eight
    The Marines once more came to be
    And they fought Barbary pirates
    Along the “Shores of Tripoli”.

    During the War of Eighteen Twelve
    They defended Washington
    Along with many other Operations
    Before that War was done.

    They served in the Mexican War
    And among Battles that they fought
    One to the “Halls of Montezuma”
    Alongside General Winfield Scott.

    “Bull Run” during the Civil War
    And blockades at Cape Hatteras
    At New Orleans and Charleston
    And Fort Fisher toward the last.

    The Spanish-American War
    The Boxer Rebellion in China
    Fights in Cuba, Mexico, Haiti
    In Nicaragua and Panama.

    On the Battlefields of France
    The “Devil Dogs” earned their name
    And many thousands killed or wounded
    In World War One’s deadly game.

    And most of us know their stories
    About the Heroes of WWII
    There’s some seem impossible
    But we all know they’re true.

    During the War in Korea
    Twenty-five thousand gave their all
    Fighting many gallant battles
    Answering our Country’s call.

    “The Cold War” found them everywhere
    In countries all around the Earth
    Trying hard to keep the Peace
    And showing all their worth.

    In Sixty-Five they landed in Da Nang
    With eighty-five thousand “in country”
    They served with Pride and Honor
    Although our Country would not see.

    On their Two Hundred Thirtieth Birthday
    We have them serving in Iraq
    As well as so many other places
    To try to hold the Terrorists back.

    Maybe someday there will be Peace
    And Good Will on Earth and more
    But until then let’s all give Thanks
    We have the United States Marine Corps.

    Semper Fidelis

    On the tenth day of November
    In Seventeen seventy-five
    Two Battalions were formed
    And the Marine Corps came alive.

    The Continental Congress
    Had passed a resolution
    For a landing force for the fleet
    A new Navy Institution.

    Since that day so long ago
    Through all conflicts of our Nation
    They’ve fueled stories and folklore
    And stirred the imagination.

    They’re usually the first to go
    The “spearhead” of the fight
    Some who heard they were coming
    Have turned tail and took flight.

    They’ve offered up, gave their All
    And that continues to this day
    Standing tall, marching forth
    To show others, Freedom’s way.

    The Marine Corps War Memorial
    (Iwo Jima)

    Said a Vet from Nineteen forty-five,
    ”Men were dying by the score.”
    An eyewitness to a famous Battle
    Immortalized forever more.
    Quartermaster on a LST
    “Eyewitness to a sad, horrible day.”
    “A slaughter right there on the Beach”
    Is what, this Veteran had to say.
    Coast Guardsman Robert Resnick
    Was more than just a witness there
    He furnished the Stars and Stripes
    In that picture all generations share.
    A symbol for the Marine Corps
    Cast in bronze for all to see
    The Flag raised on that mountain top
    Is part of our Nation’s History.
    One of the bloodiest Battles of the War
    Fought for thirty-six days and nights
    More than twenty two thousand Japanese
    In one of the Marines fiercest fights.
    The first part of Japan we invaded
    And as Resnick’s ship sat on the beach
    Marine Gagnon asked him for a Flag
    And a long pipe to raise its reach.
    They lost their sight of the Marine
    As he headed to that Mountain top
    Amidst the gun’s bullets flying
    That never, ever seemed to stop.
    As they began to leave the Beach
    A tremendous cheer went all around
    And, “Every ship tooted its horn.”
    As they raised the Flag that he had found.
    For years another was credited
    Until the year, Two thousand-one
    When at a Fifth Marine Convention
    The Marines learned he really was the one.
    A big, old Marine bellowed out,
    “Do you really mean to tell me,
    That you never realized that you
    Won that Battle, single-handedly?”
    The President of the Fifth Marines
    Made him an honorary member
    And as they did some tears were shed
    As they all began to remember
    About that day sixty years ago
    Up there on Mount Surabachi
    When the Stars and Stripes were raised high
    Was still a vivid, cherished, memory.

    Four For The Corps

    These four young Men from our State
    Have paid the Price, Supreme
    They gave their All in the Pursuit
    Of Freedom, every Man’s dream.

    They did what all Marines would do
    And have since the Corps began
    They stood Tall and gave their Lives
    To Protect their fellow man.

    This small Tribute that we give
    For those Heroes in our Heart
    While we know they would say,
    “Just doin’ our job! Our part!”

    I wrote the preceding after receiving the following >
    My husband and I are hosting a Marine Corps Ball in remembrance of 4 young Marines from our state that were killed in battle and we were wondering if we could use your poem. We may put it on a plaque for the families of these brave young men. Credit will be given to you. Thank you,
    Sherry Johnson

    Del “Abe” Jones

    Written for/about a friend’s Son >
    Left With A Life Of Dying

    An acquaintance who has a Son
    Who has fought in this war
    A Marine who did his duty
    That’s what Marines are for.

    Two tours in the battle zones
    Just part of his history
    He was discharged, came home
    And like many, with, PTSD.

    He tried to get some help
    But, he was turned away
    Sad, that happens many times
    When they go to the VA.

    He worked, for a little while
    On his own, he tried to cope
    His problems began to grow
    And he started to lose hope.

    He tried drugs, to ease the pain
    That, tormented his sick mind
    But he found they didn’t help
    Just sickness, of a different kind.

    He spent his time in a daze
    And as drugs usually do
    Only took him deeper into hell
    ‘Til he wished his life was through.

    He couldn’t function, lost his job
    He lost his house and car
    His Wife and Children left him
    When he pushed them, too far.

    He spent some time on the street
    Where so many Veterans go
    He had finally hit the bottom
    Which, for some, is the deathblow.

    Mom saved him, took him in
    Cause Mom’s love has no bounds
    Your Mom is always Mom
    With a strength that astounds.

    Finally getting off the drugs
    But, just a shell of the Man
    Who fought for his Country
    In some, far off, foreign land.

    The illness there in his mind
    Still ate away, untreated
    And as each day passed by
    The more this Man retreated.

    He didn’t know what to do
    To right the wrongs, he’d done
    But as the old saying goes
    Once a Marine, always one.

    So, one day he re-enlisted
    And now, waiting to ship out
    Thinks, fighting and killing
    Is what his life is all about.

    He told his Mom he hoped
    That this, might make things right
    Because he’d lost the Battle
    His Country, left him alone, to fight.

    The moral of this story?
    (I guess, moral’s the wrong word)
    There are so many stories like this
    Sadly, that will never be heard.

    We can’t see the deepest wounds
    When, they’re hidden there, inside
    While some can overcome them
    Too many, have nowhere to hide.

    We should be ashamed and outraged
    We let so many Heroes die
    After they come home and try to live
    But then, can’t find a reason, “Why?”

    I hope this one story has an ending
    Where his demons are chased away
    But, I fear that will not happen
    For only fairytales, end that way.

    Del “Abe” Jones
    06.17.2008

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