Best Patriotic Poems

Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.)


Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell,
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Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.
Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes.
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats.
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What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock?
It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan
Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers
Of a comet come to nest at midnight.
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Inscribed to Robert Aiken, Esq.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure;
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To Ianthe:

Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
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No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh
(The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss).
And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche,
I guess they're mostly decent, just the same as most of us.
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I found him in the guard-room at the Base.
From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying
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Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
When streams of light pour down the golden west,
And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds, far -- far away to leave
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What is death, I ask.
What is life, you ask.
I give them both my buttocks,
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O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
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Inscribed to Robert Aiken, Esq.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure;
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There’s nothing so exasperates a true Australian youth,
Whatever be his rank in life, be he cultured or uncouth,
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This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our October trainin',
A chap could clear right out from there ef 't only looked like rainin',
An' th' Cunnles, tu, could kiver up their shappoes with bandanners,
An' send the insines skootin' to the bar-room with their banners
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I

It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong,
Voicing abroad its patriotic song.
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A little say to you,
my darling-
You don't come and love me
I can't commit you
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Gangsters use it to commit murder and regret after
Never can you control your sense when you hold a bottle
Arouses in you, a spirit of a dramatic battle
Sober up to become a patriotic fighter
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Standing in abyss with two rags to my wrists
No scores settled with empty clenched fists
In this battle between 'the sense' and 'the rage'
The crescent and star and the colourful cage
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waving,
blowing,
big,
bold
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Motherly love is considered supreme
It is commonly held in high esteem

To some love is a sweet affection
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Patriotism
is just a word
the rulers use
against the ruled,
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“The war to end all wars” they said
And were naively believed
By those who now are honorably dead
Never knowing they were deceived
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The titanic war caused horror,
The enemy melted in fear,
The young soldier after victory,
Packed his baggage in hurry.
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1775

Said Congress to George Washington:
"To set this country free,
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(Eastern Siberia)

From this hillside full of multiple graves
(marked by discs made from the lids of tin cans,
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I travel up to Andes mountains
maybe a little bit hard to get there
but still I can touch a friendly gesture
I can smell fragrance of shiny gardens
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I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
By some contriving junto planned,
And signed per order of Committee.
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IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
Then fading with unusual quietness,--
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As my 62nd birthday approaches...
I will again be celebrating my 31st.
With familiar gratitude.
And with God's hopeful blessing.
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A unique Peepal tree
Stands with fresh green leaves,
Sparkling in the brilliance of the golden sun,
Streaming in through the notorious Cellular jail,
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Surf cyber net
Browse up high
Click mouse face
Touch Microsoft eye
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FROM that time forth, Authority in France
Put on a milder face; Terror had ceased,
Yet everything was wanting that might give
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THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
The simple ways in which my childhood walked;
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Too long have Tyranny and Power combined,
To sway, with iron sceptre, o'er mankind;
Long has Oppression worn th' imperial robe,
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. Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace
My life through its first years, and measured back
The way I travell'd when I first began
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The dawn is up, and water droplets are dancing in the bough.
Animals are waking, trees are taking a great vow.
Rivers are full of fish, the wind is singing up on the roof.
This is the definition of love, but it is aloof.
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Not where the musk of happiness blows,
Not where darkness and fears never tread;
Not in the homes of perpetual smiles,
Nor in the heaven of a land of prosperity
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Salute the august train! a scene so grand,
With every tuneful band;
The mighty brave,
His country bound to save,
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Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,
Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth,
Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered,
Where every breath even now changes to ether divine.
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Ghost flights piloted by evil men
Flying overhead
More young soldiers sent to war
En route to join the dead
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Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
Of wine solicits your attention;
And roses fair, to deck your hair,
And things too numerous to mention.
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Mine heart ish proken into little pits,
I tells you, friend, what for;
Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl,
She trives me off mit der war.
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MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mine—
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These are the damned circles Dante trod,
Terrible in hopelessness,
But even skulls have their humour,
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They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George –
The parson from his pulpit and the blacksmith from his forge;
They were hanging men and brothers, and the stoutest heart was down,
When a quiet man from Buckland rode at dusk to raise Charlestown.
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I

There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
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O varied visions of dedication!
O the pulse-beat of patriotic!
O blend of improvisation!
O dreamy sound of life!
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Written during the last excitement on the Canadian frontier.
Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand,
United in one mighty band ;
No traitors in our land we find,
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IN the far time of Earth's sweet maiden beauty,
When Morning hung with rapture on her breast;
When every sentient life paid love for duty,
And every law was Nature's own behest;
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Soldier in your chair of anger
all alone with your deepest pain.
For the way that people now look at you
over and over and over again.
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Let us sing our patriotic song,
With all enthusiasm,
With proud.
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you can eat, drink be merry
but extremity in these may cause of many diseases;

you can love as well as hate
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TEAR down the crape from the column! Let the shaft stand white and fair!
Be silent the wailing music—there is no death in the air!
We come not in plaint or sorrow—no tears may dim our sight:
We dare not weep o'er the epitaph we have not dared to write.
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THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.
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To save country kill traitor-enemy
To be a true nation need such duty
Nowadays all are changed
By the time all are friends
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8

There is a word
Which bears a sword
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Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in
middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my
heart in patriotic pride.
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See! Portions of youth are dependent
And Human Rights are crushed and bent
When patriotism lived on papers and not in heart
Corruption and hypocrisy did never depart;
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I'm sitting in a coffee house,
an outcast from my home.
I brought pen and paper,
and I'll let my mind now roam.
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A Nazi lie and Hitler’s plot? —
The forest sighs but gives no answers.
Twelve thousand Polish officers rot,
grandsons of Sobieski’s lancers,
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I believe in peace and have been persecuted
for a love of peace belief for many years
by people brain washed into thinking war is
right war is good, and peace is weak peace
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I am trapped in the bramble bush,
ripped open by savage thorns,
exposing my dirty innards.
I flap hauntingly in the evening breeze,
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There is far too much of the suburban classes
Spiritually not geographically speaking. They’re asses.
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A Siege of silence stirred, beneath the kitchens verge
As Morning traced through windows, rays of burning gold
On a wall a cat clock grinned, sweating nervous ticks
Pounding fatal drumbeats as dry tension gently explodes
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When youth dreamed of happiness
Leading life of carelessness
Exuberance of youth
Led you to ' patriotic ' truth...
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When I unfold my radiant new dawn
from the subcontinent's fragment
of golden earth, where Vedas
orginated as light house of knowledge
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Rajmohan Gandhi - Gandhiji's grandson
In his book titled -"A true story of a man, his people
And an Empire" writes:
"From 1920 onwards,
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Face
All social issues
Boldly and consistently
Practically seeking the vulnerable
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Its 5am, its cold and muddy
I have not had dry feet in two weeks
Dreams of feather comfortors
And endless sleep
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Briggs
Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, England, blessed country of Freetrade,
Where the large importers' profits and fine sentiments are made,
Digs
Deep into his mine of wisdom, and, with British fervency,
Bids us mark the Bonds of Empire reaching out across the sea;
Binding us to one another
Us and our benign old mother
Patriotic apron-strings of Empire we would scorn to free.

Threads
Crimson threads of kith and kinship - thin red lines of sentiment!
What a wave of fervid friendship over all the continent
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Dearest!
You know you ever ARE the nearest
To my fond heart.
Joking apart,
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For all of you who thought 12 o Clock is a joke for Sardar.
During 17th Century, when Hindustan was ruled by Mughals, all the Hindu people were humiliated and were treated like animals. Mughals treated the Hindu women as there own property and were forcing all Hindus to accept Islam and even used to kill the people if they were refusing to accept. That time, our ninth Guru, Sri Guru Teg Bhadarji came forward, in response to a request of some Kashmir Pandits to fight against all these cruel activities.
Guruji told the Mughal emperor that if he could succeed in converting him to Islam, all the Hindus would accept the same. But, if he failed, he should stop all those activities. The Mughal emperor happily agreed to that but even after lots of torture to Guruji and his fellow members he failed to convert him to Islam and Guruji along with his other four fellow members, were tortured and sacrificed their lives in Chandni Chowk. Since the Mughals were unable to convert them to Islam they were assassinated.
Thus Guruji sacrificed his life for the protection of Hindu religion. Can anybody lay down his life and that too for the protection of another religion? This is the reason he is still remembered as 'Hind Ki Chaddar', shield of India. For the sake of whom he had sacrificed his life, none of the them came forward to lift his body, fearing that they would also be assassinated.
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The setting sun in the western horizon
Paints pictures of modern art in colours
Matching much to my soulful dreams
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I heard the crackers bursting during midnight hours,
They said, I was free..
The beautiful moment to be cherished
And to be celebrated everywhere!
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I know a happy little boy,
They call him Charlie Gray,
Whose face is bright, because you know,
He's six years old to-day.
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Hesper again his heavenly power display'd,
And shook the yielding canopy of shade.
Sudden the stars their trembling fires withdrew.
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and so too
i have a dog
whose only
language is
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Sir, - I try to do my duty as a patriotic man
With sane views about the science of gastronomy;
And I'd ask the promulgators of each food consuming plan
To consider man's interior economy.
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Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a very earnest man,
Who aspired to be a statesman, and he consequently ran
At a general election as the Candid Candidate,
Sworn to tell the truth ungarbled, leaving all the rest to Fate.
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Behold! the biased foes of Right
Are conscious of their danger,
They’re startled by the dawning light,
So very long a stranger.
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Why do people rely more on weapons?
When pen has proved lethal even
The impact made on mind is effective
People are drawn into action and made active
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It is good to differentiate between two
Choose the right path and prove true
If that suits your temperament
Make it whole heart movement
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Who remembers all?
When thousands of insects and people are killed!
On road or in accident
We curse the death and lament
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UP, UP the Adultery; for, the rest shudders
in the forests of Parliamentary India,
adults' ration: in adulteration!
Inflation: viral inflammation
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While candles of Shanghai gleamed on
Sang her one hero, destiny's passionate orison
Whence melodious chimes proclaim bleakest day
With those thick lotus-blooms the Winter winds play
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A nation where people are weak
is a weak nation.
How much strong armed forces it may have,
how many deadly weapons it may have,
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Pen in the hand of a learner
Can lead him to write
To write well and have painting
It can express the thoughts
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If patriotism really is in brain and mind
All superstitions, crimes instantly go out
Let's grow there the great patriotic zeal
And we do never ourselves lively kill
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Republic day, Republic day,
Oh! , so joyous a day, so joyous a day.
For all Indians, for all Indians.
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Ive travelled many countries
met people white, black, yellow and brown
Ive seen several beautiful locales
but my India wins the crown....
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Judge ourselves what is freedom
The freedom to our beloved country
Or freedom of expressions ever valued
Freedom the cherished goal that followed
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Boys of the North,
And boys of the South,
United together,
fighting a common foe -
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I'm sitting in a coffee house,
an outcast from my home.
I brought pen and paper,
and I'll let my mind now roam.
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Patriotic men and women in a country
Is as precious as treasure.
Most times they make choices others won't.
Serving as protectors is their main call.
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When Vinayak Damodar Savarkar was
Brought to Port Blair in 1911,
All chained and secured,
To serve two life terms of confinement,
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I'm soldier,
Patriotic soldier!
 
I take and use honestly
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You can walk, run, swim, fly
More and more far and high
There is everything
No limitation, no ring
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America, my promised land,
I see you in a puddle
of blood, you do not understand,
your people sit and huddle.
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Oh! My Congo!
You are and will always be my Congo
Wherever I go
Wherever I settle
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