Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States.


George Washington and Abraham Lincoln
commanders in chief
epitomized supreme martial mien and vocalized special flair
talents summoned from their native heart-land motif
in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare
acquired evanescent mythic reverence
extant within bibliographic brief
and closest role to God like air.

Said first and sixteenth president stood side by side
honored on anniversary of their birth
now renown across divers places far and wide
over this one in a million (or billion)
cosmic entities known as planet Earth
for courage and strength which forged
that unique American pride
forthwith esprit de corps touched the psyches
and lit fires within homes and hearth.

These outsize personas held ephemeral dream
where fledgling American state
acquired sterling reputation wherein this country
under aegis of Democracy
became a winning team of rivals.

Among the legends and lore
surrounding each of these great men
their stature grew more and more
cult like benevolence these paternal figures
United States can never ignore.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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