For The Liberty I Cry Woe

For The Liberty I Cry Woe

She

For the Liberty

Was a ship of sea

Of finest technology

Deployed off Egypt’s shore

In international waters

During the Six Day War

Flying the red, white and blue

Everybody knew

Whom the Liberty belonged to

 

An Israeli jet soared in the sky

Even from way up high

They were certain and sure

That the U.S.S. Liberty

Was sailing down below

It was America’s vessel

All could tell

All did know

In a blatant act brutality

One that defies civility

The Israeli plane attacked

There was no turning back

An Israeli torpedo boat

Joined in the fray

It was a most miserable day

Thirty four Americans died

But no words foul were cried

For the truth was denied

President Lyndon B. Johnson

Forbid all to speak

Of what was done

On that miserable day bleak

Nineteen sixty seven, on June eight

Remember that dreadful date

 

Of to Malta the Liberty went

She was bandaged to present

An outright lie

So none would ask ‘why?’

Then to Norfolk Virginia she sailed

She was decommissioned

All while her crew silently wailed

Finally she was sold for scrap

While the crew was caught in a trap

They could not tell their story

They could not share the shame

For America sold her glory

And refused to give proper blame

 

The crew of the USS LIBERTY 

Will never forget 

That day in infamy when 

"God kept the USS LIBERTY afloat"

 

And thus Philip Tourney wrote

 

I have presented to you the truth

I have presented to you the lie

Truth will always win the day

That is why we pray

And thus now you know

Why

For the Liberty I cry woe 

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In Memory Of Frank Peoples

 Frank Peoples was a friend of mine.

Sadly he committed suicide. He suffered from mental illness and he was off of his medicine. He threw himself in front of a subway in New York City. He was buried in a potter’s field and we never had a ceremony celebrating his life.

Frank was a vibrant person full of life, friendly and outgoing. He would enthusiastically lead the congregation in songs.

Year ago I was trying to create a poetry magazine called “Stop And Listen”. It never came to fruition. But at that time Frank sent me the following. I had forgotten about it until now.

Blue Bird

By Frank Peoples age 10

A streak of blue

I saw it fly

As blue as any

Summer sky

As blue as

Any violet

How clearly I

Can see it yet

Nor am I likely

To forget

The streak of blue go wingin’ by

Like some small kinfolk of the sky

I wrote a piece of poetry in remembrance of Frank.

In Memory Of Frank Peoples

By John Kaniecki

You’re home among the stars

Christ’s blood washed away your sin

Now God can begin

To heal your scars

You were a troubled soul

Who dared to dream

Beautiful, wonderful

Always had some scheme

Triking all about

Trying to figure life out

We shared a similar cross

And your death

Is humanity’s loss

You loved to sing songs of praise

Even in your hazy fuzzy craze

Now you have endless days

To walk in the Spirit’s ways

Perhaps in the universe to soar

For ever more

A captain of your own starship

Giving the Klingons the slip

Live long and prosper

What more can I offer?

Life truly has no end

And you Frank Peoples

Will always be my friend

Frank Peoples was an extraordinary ordinary man. In my book “Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The Bottom One Percent” I celebrate the common man. Through poems of unsung heroes or through obscure people that I know it is a book not to be missed.

Poet To The Poor Link

The White Queen Of Oz

The White Queen Of Oz

 

She is the pristine dream folly of frigid tears   

An endless world of dreams full of fears     

Have pity for the mistress she tries to be kind   

Mommy is like Tommy deaf dumb and blind  

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

 

Where does the black bird go to hide in the cold snow

How much do you get when you pass go?

Pink Floyd filled the void and they built a red brick wall

When Jesus screamed on the cross I heard the call

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

 

I am forgetting as I slowly remember

I am I Am I am singing a slow lament

I am regretting I can’t be but remember

Cuban missile crisis Khrushchev did repent

He saved the world halleluiah amen

And Kennedy scored with the whore Marilyn

 

Man on the moon where is the technology?

Constitution but who are really free?

Black man can kill the yellow man ever gladly

Now you know why I love the Muslim Ali

 

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole  

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