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Ever wonder about the origin of Memorial Day?
Memorial Day was originally known as Decoration Day because it was a time set aside to honor the nation’s Civil War dead by decorating their graves
The Civil War ended in 1865. Over 620,000 people died, out of a population of only 32 million. Lost was a generation of sons, fathers and husbands; daughters, mothers and wives.
The spring of 1866 saw women in the South and North starting to decorate the graves of lost loved ones. This spread.
On May 5, 1868, General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic, an organization of former sailors and soldiers, declared in General Order No. 11 that:
“The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land… We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. … Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.”
Thus the first widely observed Decoration Day was held on May 30th, 1868, three years after the war ended. The ceremonies were held at the mourning-draped veranda of the Arlington mansion, which was across the Potomac River from Washington DC. It once was the home of Gen. Robert E. Lee, and had been seized to become the Arlington National Cemetery. Gen. and Mrs. Ulysses S. Grant and other Washington officials presided over a gathering of 5,000 of the living, surrounded by the tombstones of over 15,000 war dead.
The main speaker was General James Garfield (who later became president of the United States). “I am oppressed,” Garfield said, “with a sense of the impropriety of uttering words on this occasion. If silence is ever golden, it must be here beside the graves of fifteen thousand men whose lives were more significant than speech and whose death was a poem the music of which can never be sung…We do not know one promise these men made; one pledge they gave; one word they spoke; but we do know they summed up and perfected by one supreme act the highest virtues of men and citizens. For love of country, they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts and made immortal their patriotism and virtue.“
After the speeches, children from the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Orphan Home and members of the Grand Army of the Republic made their way through the cemetery, strewing flowers on both Union and Confederate graves, reciting prayers and singing hymns.
Garfield’s eloquent expression of the national reverence for its heroes prompted similar Memorial Day observances all over the country. By the late 1800s, many communities across the country had begun to celebrate Memorial Day and, after World War I, observances also began to honor those who had died in all of America’s wars. In 1971, Congress declared Memorial Day a national holiday to be celebrated the last Monday in May. (Veterans Day, a day set aside to honor all veterans, living and dead, is celebrated each year on November 11.)
Memorial Day is now celebrated at Arlington National Cemetery with a ceremony in which a small American flag is placed on each grave. Also, it is customary for the president or vice-president to give a speech honoring the contributions of the dead and lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. About 5,000 people attend the ceremony annually. It is celebrated throughout the country at other cemeteries holding the dead of war. Parades are held, as are community picnics.
Memorial Day – Never Forget… Always Honor.
Thus it is so very appropriate that we not take for granted the supreme sacrifice so many have given… their lives… to preserve our American freedom.
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A coyote cries
A sad lonely cry
Is she all alone
She cries to the sky
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The cry is sad
For I hear her everynight
There is a hint of sorrow
It doesn’t sound right
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Talk to the animals?
I make no such claim
All could hear
We listen the same
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There is a desire
A kindness of heart
A willingness to sit
Keep your ears sharp
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Hear with your body
Not just your ears
Tune into your senses
Developed over years
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The animal within
Lost in time
Resting dormant
Man too refined
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No longer in need
Of primitive instinct
Too far removed
No longer linked
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The missing link
An evolving earth
Everything is change
Forgetting our birth
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In the beginning
Naked we were
In the ways of the world
Not just at birth
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Dependent on senses
Out of touch with nature
Much better than beast
Unless there’s a wager
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Lust for money
And many fine things
Destroying the earth
At any means
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Shouldn’t there be a limit
How much more does man need
One day to destroy the earth
Over a planted seed of greed
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Greed was not born within
It evolved over time
It will be the link
Appearing in crime
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Man was so smart
The earth he killed
And all that lives
Forever stilled
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Veins in the earth
Inner connecting
The roots of our being
Man was neglecting
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Before man’s time
Carefully engineered
An underground transit
Kept us rooted here
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Dependent on each other
All life connected
Bred out of man
Evolved and rejected
Renee Robinson
Sifted memories
Cookie cutter dreams
Breadcrumb paths
Fairy tale cream
Simple and pure
The mind of a child
Hunting in their room
For a cat gone wild
We should adopt the idea
A few hours a week
Wish upon a star
Tickle some feet
Play with your boy
And your girl too
Cut loose and be free
Sing Black Eyed Sue
Relieving some stress
Forgetting your troubles
Is good for your heart
And get a few cuddles
Simple and pure
The mind of a child
Cut loose and be free
Let the mind
Go WILD
Renee Robinson
Victorian Doll
With your yellow face
A soul that glows
Tiny feet that pace
Into his room
Every night down the hall
Something sinister
A sick booty call
Cursed by her husband
Living inside
That tiny body
A ghost hides
For her cheating ways
Her soul is blocked
Until forever ends
In this doll she is locked
Porcelain face
Cracked with wrinkles
Have taken their toll
Spidery sprinkles
Sexual slave
Till forever ends
Forever to pay
Immortal sins
Renee Robinson
I miss the wolf
I miss his howl
I miss his eyes
I miss his prowl
Under a moon
Liquid movements
Sexy moves
The sky afire
The sound of drums
Beating in time
Beating hearts
Rhythm entwines
Taking in
All of my needs
Molten desire
Spiritual seeds
Into your den
Make me yours
Part women
Part wolf
Mingling spirits
Making love
Dancing souls
Wings of a dove
A new lifeform
Flying toward
Another world
Where we were born
The wolf and the woman
A love that is solid
Fierce like the wolf
Soft as the woman
Two souls
Meant to be
Together as one
Like you and me
Renee Robinson
What is on the other side of the fog?
Does anyone truly know?
I do
I came from there
I was in its icy grasp
I was held prisoner
The fog is all I’ve ever known
It is not a thing but a being
It breathes. It moans.
It takes. It owns.
Once in the grasp of the fog
There is no escaping
You must help me to get rid of it
Before it comes for you
It will keep taking
Blood is what it is after
No one is safe
No one at all
Please, come help me
As many as will
Be not afraid in numbers
The fog can not take
It is too weak to fight an army
Only choosing one victim at a time
So assemble! Come with me now!
Bring your weapons
We are out to destroy
This file being from hell
We will put him back into his grave
Next to Lucifer
For whom he was made
We assemble and leave
We are going to take down the fog
Together we venture in
The fog gathers around
Breathing and enshrouding us
Soon we can now leave
We can not go any further
The icy fingers of the fog
Has them all in his grasp
Sacrifices to my King
For I am his daughter
I laugh as they struggle
I watch as my master accepts them
One by one, sucking out each life
A vampire of the fog
My master, my lover
Renee Robinson
I came here for a healing
Did I make a mistake?
I thought your hand was offered
A healing touch that made me quake
I fell in love
With your gentle touch
Now you say it was a lie
You never cared much
Truth be said
You never cared for me
Tricking me into coming here
To cage and molest me
Why, are you doing this?
What have I done?
I have followed your command
Each and everyone
To give birth to your seed
When I thought you loved me
What will I have?
A version of you or of me?
Never touch me again
You disgust me
I was in love with you
God, so help me
You said this was a garden
Meant to make me well
These vines tied me up
You are sending me to hell
I did not give you my soul
How can you take me?
Doesn’t God know?
Won’t he release me?
My flowers have died
My fire is gone
The monster lives
His seed has spawned
Renee Robinson
All I wanted was a nice quiet place. Pleasantly small. Not taking much space. Just a spot, I could call my own! An escape from what I call home. Pain everyday, in need of a laugh. An escape getaway, not in my path. I give up, the beast won’t let go. It is like pulling teeth. A cancer-disaster show. A quiet place mostly pain-free, does not appear, to be in the cards for me.
However, I am tricky. This beast doesn’t know. I will outwit him and steal the show. I simply close my eyes. I dream of a place. With the man who I love, I can feel his embrace. Tightly, we hold. We kiss and we hug. Things are getting hot, when I felt a bug. I slapped it away, not a big deal. We continued to kiss and each got a feel. We kiss and hug. With our hands we explore. When nibbling his neck, I felt something more. At first I was excited, for what he had planned, but I was pecked again–and not by my man
I see wet feathers and the bill of a duck. My first thought was “Why now? We were ready to F@#k!” I stared at the duck, the duck stared at me. It was demon-possessed. It just had to be. She twisted her head in all directions. Looking more like Regan succumbed with possession.
I looked at my man, my man looked at me. This was not what we planned as I laughed pain-free. The duck moved our blanket, and to our surprise. She had a nest with eggs, a total of five.
In spite of it all, I had a great time. I went home with my man to share some fine wine. We continued what we had started, earlier that day. A romantic time with the pain washed away.
Renee Robinson
We started out as one
We used to play in the water
We laughed and splashed
We had so much fun
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Me always with you
You always with me
A shared DNA
Beginning history
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Time changes and emerges
Improving all the pits
Evolutionary puberty
Demolishing adolescent zits
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Improving and diluting
Checking all the links
Throwing out the weak
Tossed us out! That stinks!
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We didn’t even rate
For a hope to improve
Immediately expelled
Like bowels that moved
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That did not stop us
We are determined
To walk upon the earth
Even as vermin
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When no one is looking
We sneak back in
Under the dirty laundry
Of nature’s sin
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A pile of rejects
Kicked out of the Bible
Unfinished projects
To be recycled
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And so it went
Throughout generations
To be tossed, but slipping back in
A sneaky migration
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Finally we were accepted
Sliced through the heart
Unbearable pain
Forever we part
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He went his way, I went mine
No longer in a cell
Imprisoned in time
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We were spliced and diced
Amputated at the heart
Each born into the world
Several years apart
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The horror of birth
A frightening scene
Erased our minds
Who could be so mean?
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Through the years we grew
Never knowing each other
Yet a piece was missing
The touch of a lover
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Later in life
We found each other
An immediate attraction
Like a heart with a flutter
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Only to find
We shared much more
Desires burned
Our hearts poured
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A sharing of self
Deep and real
To find we are the same
Knowing how the other feels
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A beautiful gift
To open in time
Savoring each other
Reunion of mind
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A union of souls
Torn apart through time
A blessed occurrence
Rare and sublime
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The meaning of happiness
I known through him
Finding my missing heart
In the form of this man
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We’ve always known each other
Though we just met
A treasure of heart
My missing part
Renee Robinson