SOLDIER FOR THE LORD


I'm a soldier for the Lord
who's been up and who's been down,
Though while on the battlefield,
I have never turned around.

I face more than flesh and blood,
With the devil's evil hoard.
But they shall not steal my soul.
For I swing my Lord's swift sword.

I wear all of God's armor;
With helmet, breastplate and shield.
As Satan’s arrows fly by
From his archers of the field.

The devil casts his dark net
Over any he may charm.
He’ll lead the from salvation,
With has hands upon their arm.

I battle evil daily,
And I pray that you’ll join me.
We're not alone in this world,
For we're loved and watched by Thee.


THE PRESIDENCY


Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they preach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they teach.

Take heed therefore, unto yourselves,
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out,
For your futures are not of rock.

Life may place you in deep waters,
Though it doesn't wish you to drown.
It's your past record that lets us know,
Who you are as you smile or frown.

If you wish to be remembered,
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us,
When we stop listening to our heart.


FREEDOM


In their new uniforms,
The young march off
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion,
They brandish their flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried
By all of our children
Is an ancient tribal prayer.
They're so easy to lose
But so hard to forget;
Such a burden for a parent to bear.

The taste of victory
Shall soon be forgotten;
But, never that which was lost.
For those rows of white headstones
In peaceful green fields,
Make it easy to tally the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war,
And, we who remain
Must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!


CHARACTER


Some of us are as God planned
Though many are far worse.
Our characters are not of marble
So the devil may work his curse.

Fame is what we steal or take
Character is what we give.
To this truth we must awake
So we might begin to live.

There is some good in all of us,
Which may not show at first.
With good character of heart and soul
We prepare ourselves for the worst.

Show me a liar and you have found a thief
Whose character is controlled by hell.
They love what's wrong and hate what's right
And they're lucky they're not all in jail.

LABOR


Our workers are our saviors
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.

With our fingers weary and worn
And our eyelids heavy and red,
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head

After death there’ll be lots of rest,
Though the living must suffer toil
For every thing that man must have,
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.

"Yes" labor is part of life on earth
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards,
As fortunes are made by our pains.


INTEGRITY


What Satan has planned for our harm,
Integrity will transform to good.
Adhering to morals gives us peace,
Teaching us to respond, as we should.

Sometimes we must go against the flow,
Questioning what our sheppard’s may say.
For they are not God, only human,
And for their integrity, we pray.

Though faith we can stay undiminished,
Keeping ourselves entire and whole.
Avoiding human hate and mistrust,
While struggling to preserve our soul.

With honor we obtain uprightness,
And by love and compliance we gain grace.
Integrity gives us proper goals,
Improving the standard of our race.

Those who laugh at the straight and narrow
Will not hear God's answer to their cry.
Those who yearn to earn their integrity,
Must not steal, persecute, or lie.


FORMIDABLE FOE


America is the birthday cake of earth,
As the ants march from every direction.
Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her,
Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war,
There have been those who have wished our demise.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed,
Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe,
Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill,
As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them,
For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more.
But the David's among us shall cast our stones,
Defeating them, as it was done before.


SHOULDER TO SHOULDER


Americans harmonize in sentiment
While facing the challenges of life.
Shoulder to shoulder we defined our land
Through hardship, sacrifice and strife.

We are eager to oppose our enemies
Wherever they raise their head.
Our principles must be practiced
To avoid being conquered or dead.

We fail to see the merits of a dictator
Only freedom to work and pray as we please.
Most seek guidance from a higher power
As we share our concerns on our knees.

We have always held liberty close to our hearts
Unwilling to surrender to demise.
Whenever its existence was threatened
We have chosen to follow the wise.

We can’t foresee what the future may bring
Though we give it our best not to fail.
Every 4th of July we illuminate the sky
Proving freedom is alive and well.


PEACE


The people of earth face many problems,
Struggling to make their living and maintain peace.
There are differences in language, faith and race,
With misguided hate unwilling to cease.

To solve these problems that plague mankind,
Man must strive as never before.
Demanding justice with truth in settling disputes,
While recalling with pain, the casualties of war.

War is an emotional release for man,
Practiced since the first stones were cast.
Could it be nature's way of thinning the numbers,
As the fallen are consumed by the past.

May the future show mercy on all who survive,
With their visions of innocence forever lost.
Prayerfully, someday man will cease wagging war,
Avoiding through peace it's consequence and cost.



SOMETIMES


I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil,
Some say, we're here, because of oil.
But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve;
Knowing death may await me around the curve.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right,
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die,
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz,
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game,
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene,
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man,
But why it is so, I can't understand.


AMERICAN SOLDIER


Our soldiers line up to be remembered
As the best of the best at their job.
They wish to be needed and depended on
To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.


SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III



Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents,
Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America’s doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The fearful cry we must submit.
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.

Now’s not the time to fight one another
Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
All through history it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.

May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil, the upper hand.
It’s up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.



FELLOW AMERICANS



Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought
Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
Will we protect our freedom and system of life
As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?

Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
By leaders who are self-serving and void?

Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
Will we preserve our heritage and our future
From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
Never surrender our freedom of choice
Standing firm for what we believe and trust.



MOMENTARY COURAGE



Momentary courage helps preserve mankind
When our angel within is allowed to rise.
Men, women, children, kings and presidents
Are blessed by deeds not falsehoods and lies.

Be it soldier, fireman, policeman or physician
All have known the rush of courage.
To many among us think just of our self
In our world full of crime and discourage.

Thank God for the extraordinary
Who arrive by birth in every race.
Committing what’s right to preserve what’s true
Despite, the agents of hate and disgrace.

Washington, Lincoln, Roosevelt and Kennedy,
Truman, Bill Clinton and George Bush too.
Had their moments of momentary courage
And the rest is up to me and you.


By Tom Zart



IT’S NOT THE LAST DAYS OF MANKIND ON EARTH



Too, many live with a neglected spirit
Overlooking the sensitivities of the soul.
We need additional love and compassion
If man’s glory on earth is our goal.

Bombs set off in marketplaces and streets
Teachers and students shot in school.
Infants snatched when parents turn their backs
And the elderly mugged by the heartless and cruel.

Old forests stripped for commercial ventures
Woodlands laid bare by the poor seeking fuel.
Groundwater polluted and unfit to drink
With industrial waste in the fisherman’s pool.

Corporate greed causing layoffs and business collapse.
Dirty foul air choked with pollution.
800,000,000 who go to bed hungry
With war and terrorism the solution.

Distressed by events or by personal loss
Many question why God does not intervene?
It’s up to us to rise above human wrongs
Overpowering the misled, cold-blooded and mean.

It’s not the last days of mankind on earth
But the last days for the sadistic and unforgiving.
God’s Word promises the righteous will endure
So advance your behavior and begin living.


By Tom Zart


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didn't read any of it

but it's long and had some cool words

(i saw them when i glanced)

5*
(5 stars)


(i like quotations)

i read it and i really disliked it !

like not even 10% good would be O% if not for the cool words

stop writing poems if you write to much your good work becomes discredited

take a look at carl hiaasen his first few books were the ****ing mojo but now i'm sad to say
his books blow

another good example is stephen king

(oh wait he always sucked )

The White House Washington

March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan

Dear Lillian:

Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me.
I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

Best Wishes.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush


MWSA Book Review

TOM ZART THE MOST PUBLISHED POET ON THE WEB
Love, War & More Author: Tom Zart Publisher: Publish America Reviewer: Bill McDonald – President of the MWSA A Poet’s thoughts, on history, emotions and more… Normally you pick up a poetry book and it may run about 50 to 80 pages but not the man who is called “The Westport Poet." Poet Tom Zart gives the reader their money’s worth of poetry in his fine collection called “Love, War & More." His book, at 267 pages, is filled with the thoughts and emotions of a dedicated poet and his vast spiritual tastes for life. His prose runs the gauntlet from relationships, battle, butterflies, and even one that ends the book called “Katrina,” about what happened in New Orleans. My favorite poem in his collection deals with turning 60 years old since I can relate to that experience. His poems are easy to read and more traditional in nature, as opposed to all those beat and new age writings that flourish in newer poetry books. It is readable by all mature family members and thought provoking at times. His war poetry covers everything from Pearl Harbor and D-Day to present day battles. He honors Soldiers and Sailors and our nation through many well thought out pieces of prose. There is something of interest in his collection of poetry for all readers. This is one of the most assorted and diverse collections of poetry ever assembled in one volume. For poetry lovers this will be a great book to buy. This book is given the MWSA's highest rating for a poetry book - 5 STARS!



It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart most published poet on the web,was born on Valentines Day in Topeka, Kansas in 1945. His youth confronted adulthood many times by working on the family farm or helping his parents in their business. In the early fifties family roots were planted in the famous Plaza section of Kansas City which was walking distance to nearby Westport. He lived there for six months of the year then went to work on their 140-acre Bonner Springs farm the other six months. It was a learning experience that proved invaluable to The Westport Poet.
Westport is a historic section of Kansas City, Missouri renown for its modern nightlife and shops and its noble past as a trading post, a transportation hub and a civil war battle. It was in Westport, amid the war memorial plaques, the fountains and nature that Tom wrote his first poem, Thunder In The Ground, a civil war ode to the men who died in the war. His inspiration came from an inscription on a civil war memorial.
Zart's poetic endeavors soon began to proliferate along with his subject matter. Tom, an addicted romantic, and history buff, began writing poems about love, religion and patriotism. His early inspirations came while working at the railroad for 30 years. Zart would utilize his time on those long railroad trips gleaning all that he could from his senses: the haunting sound of the train, its whistle and the long hours gazing out at the sunset and the pastoral settings fleeting by, of farmhouses and cities whose inhabitants he would never know.
He took notes of his coworker's experiences, especially the veterans who told their stories of the horror of war and their sacrifice in World War II, Korea, and especially, Viet Nam.
The Westport Poet lived vicariously in their spirit and told their stories in his poems. Tom Zart, who has a distinctive God given vocal talent, would recite his stories and poems at various social events and bistros around the Westport area. His audience was always enthralled and he soon was in demand and they named him-The Westport Poet.
His abilities have not gone without notice. He has been published by numerous magazines and his poems were featured weekly in over 215 newspapers across our country with an estimated readership of 6 ½ million for approximately 5 years. Tom has performed his poems live on radio shows from New York to California.

It still sucks.

it sucks MORE stop advertising your shit no one cares and look at yourself? man your friggin proving yourelf right to some kid from podunk canada clearly you are one of the greatest minds of our time

HEY, a post without a poem. Good for you Tom! It shows that you can do more......than......copy....and....paste.

No, wait, you copied/pasted again.

The poems do suck out loud. Please stop.

Yea, but he is published. I hear Charmin is offering him an exclusive publishing arrangement.

Hey, lighten up , guys..

he said he's the MOST PUBLISHED poet [ just means he knows how to put stuff up on a website and cranks 'em out over breakfast ]on the internet, not that he was any good at it.

I'm reminded of an earlier hewer of words who fancied himself heir to the bard.
we wrote:

All Hail Queen Victoria in her grand regalia,
She rules the world, one foot in Canada and the other in Australia.

Still, If I was with Hallmark, wouldn't hire Tom to draft a get well card.

Dudes, seriously, turn down the causticness in here. Seriously, if you don't like the effing poem, just say that, but saying gratuitous insults in not cool, and certainly not in the spirit of the rules of this board.

quote:

Originally posted by Hyperion:
Dudes, seriously, turn down the causticness in here. Seriously, if you don't like the effing poem, just say that, but saying gratuitous insults in not cool, and certainly not in the spirit of the rules of this board.

Hello pot, hello kettle.

hyperion i don't think adverting his shit is in the "rules of the board" so ill keep it as caustic as i want to for now

Eventually he'll post his crap on 4chan, and they'll just IRL raid him and make his life a living hell.

Or he'll never make any money off of "publishing" (spamming) his work on the web.

P.S. What does "hello pot/kettle" thing mean? I saw a picture in another thread, but I'm still lost.

Anyway.

Kind regards,
Ronnec

Ever heard--

"That's like the pot calling the kettle black." ?

Or,

"People in glass houses should not throw stones." ?

Same difference. Just pointing out that Hyperion is one of the most caustic people here with his responses.

quote:

Originally posted by patoloco:
Ever heard--

"That's like the pot calling the kettle black." ?

Or,

"People in glass houses should not throw stones." ?

Same difference. Just pointing out that Hyperion is one of the most caustic people here with his responses.

But what if you're trapped in a glass house? Wouldn't you need a stone?

I don't get it.