"Major Anderson Raising the Flag" by Edwin D. WhiteTwo Poems for the Fourth of July The Society July 4, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 12 Comments May Old Glory Always Wave by Roy E. Peterson May Old Glory always wave Above the tumult and the fray. Honor heroes who were brave Until the final Judgment Day. Drape the caskets of the dead, For fallen soldiers everywhere. Symbol of the prayers we said, And of the battles we all share. May the haters of our land, Who desecrate and have no shame, Feel the sting of Patriot hand; Let none in joy recall their name. May a thousand flags replace Each one the traitors burn or shred. May the cowards feel disgrace; Become the dust on which we tread. Honor country and Old Glory On this Independence Day, Tell the never-ending story— God protect the American Way! Roy E. Peterson is a writer and former U.S. military army intelligence officer who currently resides in Texas. The Republic at 243 by T.M. Moore “We hold these truths…” Hold on: Who is this “We”? Do you presume somehow to speak for me? Do I not have my own voice? My own say? Am I not free to go my own free chosen way? And “hold” – that’s awfully strong. I won’t be told by dead white hypocrites what I should “hold” to, or should not. And what I “hold” today I may tomorrow simply cast away, depending upon how I feel. I feel much better saying “like” than “hold.” That’s real for me, and gives me room to grow. And you may “hold” whatever suits you, and may do with what you “hold” whatever you may please, as long as what you “hold” so dear agrees that I may “like” what suits me. And, come on, “truths”? Really? Hasn’t all such nonsense gone the way of dinosaurs and faith? I much prefer things that excite me, things that touch me deeply, and don’t tax my brain. Why should I have to think at all? I think what’s good for me is that I feel good all the time, or most of it, and certainly that I’m allowed my own take on which “truths” to “hold.” Get real, friend. “We the people” trashed the mold of your Republic shortly after it was fledged. And I insist that we should fit the slipper to the foot, whatever feet might like to wear it. So then, please repeat: “I like these feelings…” isn’t that much better than having to conform to some dead letter? T.M. Moore’s poetry has appeared in numerous journals, and he has published five volumes of verse through his ministry’s imprint, Waxed Tablet Publications. He is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, he and his wife, Susie, reside in Essex Junction, VT. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 12 Responses James Ph. Kotsybar July 4, 2019 Slogan of the new millennium: “And I insist that we should fit the slipper to the foot, whatever feet might like to wear it.” Boy, you sure picked apart those first four words! Reply T. M. July 5, 2019 They’re the crux, no? Reply James Ph. Kotsybar July 5, 2019 That was a compliment not a criticism. T. M. July 6, 2019 Yeah, I was just agreeing. Reply Joseph S. Salemi July 4, 2019 The persona speaking in Moore’s “The Republic at 243” is precisely the reason why we as a nation have been going down the tubes. Self-absorbed, irresponsible, narcissistic, intellectually lazy, hedonistic, arrogant — a country with a large percentage of characterless creeps of that nature simply cannot endure. Great poem, Mr. Moore. Reply T. M. July 5, 2019 Thank you. Reply Usa W. Celebride July 6, 2019 Mr. Peterson’s “May Old Glory Always Wave” reminds me of Holmes’ “Old Ironsides” in its patriotic focus and tone. I “like” these things in Mr. Moore’s “The Republic at 243”: 1. the neat title; 2. the immediacy of the first pun “Hold on!”; 3. the rhyme pair we and me as part of the poem’s meaning; 4. the analysis of the words; 5. the cliches, like “dead white hypocrites”, “the way of dinosaurs”, “tax my brain”, etc.; 6. especially “fit the slipper to the fit”; 7. the colloquial tone; 8. the prosy “feel” of the meter; 9. the humourous voice; and most importantly 10. the central theme; though perhaps not as much the enjambment or the final trochaic couplet. Reply T. M. July 6, 2019 Thanks. Reply Beau Lecsi Werd July 6, 2019 The word couplet should be rhyme. Reply Joseph S. Salemi July 6, 2019 The ending of “The Republic at 243” is not trochaic, but perfect iambic pentameter: u / u / u / u / u / u I like these feelings… isn’t that much better u / u / u / u / u / u than having to conform to some dead letter? There are a few irregular variations in the last line, but this is still standard iambic pentameter. Reply Beau Lecsi Werd July 6, 2019 Mr. Celebride should have used “trochaic two-syllable” rhyme instead of “trochaic” rhyme to be clearer in his meaning, Reply T. M. July 6, 2019 Friends: It is merely a feminine ending. Thanks for the interest, though. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.