Author: Tamara Louris

Memorial Day 2013

  By Tarzana Joe    ❧❧❧❧ Let’s hear it for the soldiers The sons and daughters who Are founders and protectors Of everything we do   They knew about the dangers Though some might think this weird Despite the threats to life and limb They bravely volunteered   They come from every background From humble house or suite But due to that decision I say they’re all elite   They fight against oppression Relieve the set upon They knew the G in G.I. Joe Didn’t stand for Genghis Khan   They rescue the beleaguered They liberate the town And no...

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Vietnam Vets Deserve A Better Place in History

  By Rich Botkin   Thirty eight years ago today the war in Vietnam, for Americans, came to its inglorious, ignominious official conclusion.   For many millions of freedom-loving Vietnamese left behind, the end of the ‘American War’ would simply be prelude into a longer, near-endless period of darkness and suffering. Those of us old enough to recall the date April 30, 1975 will forever remember those final newscasts from a Saigon being overwhelmed by invading North Vietnamese infantry and armor, images of multitudes futilely attempting to join the American exodus, shots of US Navy ships steaming offshore crowded...

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That Sinking Feeling

  By Tarzana Joe    ❧❧❧❧ The greatest fear we face each day Is dealing with “not knowing” Which one of us would board a bus Unsure of where it’s going? For fortune’s cord is never straight It coils, twists and bends And so it’s up to poets To identify the trends When I announce the path I see You might think I’ve been drinking But I conclude our next ordeal Is clearly global sinking A bedroom floor’s an open door A fairway filled with clover A sidewalk near the Senate Sees the sinkholes taking over And oh! The implications!...

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Washington Truth or Consequences

  By Tarzana Joe    ❧❧❧❧ In times like these Before you sneeze The media goes looking For gals and guys Cuts victimize And that’s who Maddow’s booking   Like average Joes I’ve watched these shows Those broadcast and those buffered Awaiting scads Of Moms and Dads Who, all this week, have suffered   The long parades Of teachers’ aides Afraid of being furloughed The countryscapes Or rotting grapes That never will be Merlot-ed   The crises feared Have not appeared I guess we must have licked ‘em Except for prides Of White House Guides Am I the only victim?...

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