Death's grim triumph of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind. Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.
The Afghan Thirteen The pulse is weak, life's last vapor vanishes. Death grins when breathing ceased.
Thanatos’ grim triumph- of the Afghan thirteen, fallen, betrayed from within, and left behind.
A country's demise at the hands of a few. America's heart bleeds. They will not be forgotten.
Hope hurts. Hope heals! Hope shatters the grip of hate- the past and present repeat. 1776 to Aug. 26, 2021.
In memory of the thirteen men and women who died in service of our country and who fought to defend the freedom loving Afghan people.
Sgt. Johnny Rosario Pichardo, 25, of Lawrence, Massachusetts, assigned to 5th Marine Expeditionary Brigade, Naval Support Activity Bahrain.
Sgt. Nicole L. Gee, 23, of Sacramento, California, assigned to Combat Logistics Battalion 24, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
Staff Sgt. Darin T. Hoover, 31, of Salt Lake City, Utah. His military occupational specialty was 0369, infantry unit leader. Cpl. Hunter Lopez, 22, of Indio, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Cpl. Daegan W. Page, 23, of Omaha, Nebraska, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Cpl. Humberto A. Sanchez, 22, of Logansport, Indiana, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. David L. Espinoza, 20, of Rio Bravo, Texas, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Jared M. Schmitz, 20, of St. Charles, Missouri, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Rylee J. McCollum, 20, of Jackson, Wyoming, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Dylan R. Merola, 20, of Rancho Cucamonga, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.
Lance Cpl. Kareem M. Nikoui, 20, of Norco, California, decorated marine.
Navy Corpsman Maxton W. Soviak, 22, of Berlin Heights, Ohio, assigned to 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, California, decorated Navy Corpsman.
Staff Sgt. Ryan C. Knauss, 23, of Corryton, Tennessee. Knauss was assigned to 9th PSYOP Battalion, 8th PSYOP Group, Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.
Short Version: The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown
Death's grim triumph-of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind. Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.
A Call to Arms: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees.
2 Chronicles 7:14: If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
A Call to Arms: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Arms yours self with the Gospel; it is time to fight. How? Prayer and fasting is the key to winning this fight. Find your prayer closet, your church pew, and get on your knees.
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Bumblebees, Honeybees and Wasp Tiny things that run the world, busy beats, their wings unfurled. Bumblebees love anther(pollen) threads blooming hues of blues and reds. Golden pearls spread all about, gathered by a little scout. Pollinizers-Flower Power Flower bouquets spread their scent, whiffs and swirls at spring’s advent. Orchard bees seek apple trees guided by a fragrant breeze. Bees create a honey treat- with lavender so pure and sweet.
The Butterfly Dainty things that run the world, silent beats, their wings unfurled. Butterflies from all around follow scents that hug the ground. Dancing-feet atop a bloom, search for nectar to consume.
Pollinizers-Array of Colors Flower clusters, vivid hues Yellows, reds but no blues, Flower seeds secure their worth, stretch their roots in fertile earth. Coneflowers and scattered seeds, are best paired with butterfly weeds.
The Hummingbird Swiftest things that run the world, Hums and beats, their wings unfurled. Hummingbirds need constant fuel. Brillant blooms attract this jewel. Forward, backward, upside down. These dashing fliers zip around. The Beauty of Pollinizers Golden flowers brilliant blooms Entice birds with shiny plumes. Blazing Star to Geranium, Coral Bells to Delphinium. Flower meadows, patchwork plots, Scattered seeds in local lots.
-let's sprinkle seeds in local lots.
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Snuggled in a blanket,
thick socks warm my toes.
Hot latte melts my insides.
Fall breeze tickles my nose.
Achoo
Hay bales decorate storefronts
with scarecrows and pumpkins.
Overalls adorn with autumn hues,
there sit two country bumpkins.
Achoo-ACHOO!
It’s a crisp autumn day,
lacking yesterday's heat.
Local parade opens fair season,
Now is time for a delicious treat.
ACHOO - Achoo- ACH...
A visit to the pumpkin patch
on a sunny afternoon,
thick with particulates
no one is immune.
Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO!
The Harvest Moon engulfs the sky,
with reddish orange glow.
Cinnamon spice perfumes the air.
“Caw ,” cries a very scary crow.
Achoo, ACHOO
Slow down and take the time
to make a pot of savory stew.
Breathe in and enjoy the season
even with a sneeze or two.
Achoo
Autumn Breeze by RL Brown October 2020
Snuggled in a blanket, thick socks warm my toes, a hot latte melts my insides, and a fall breeze tickles my nose. Achoo! Hay bales decorate storefronts with scarecrows and pumpkins, adorn with autumn hues. It’s a typically crisp autumn day, lacking the humidity and heat of yesterday. ACHOO – Achoo. A visit to the pumpkin patch on a sunny afternoon, thick with particulates and allergens visibly floating in the air. Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO! The Harvest Moon fills the evening sky, the horizon allowing only the yellow, orange, and red hues to filter through – Achoo, ACHOO! The smell of cinnamon and spices and a warm pot of stew remind me of fall and winter coming soon. Achoo! The Harvest Moon disappears for another year as the fall wind blows the dust away and brings winter’s crisp, clean air. Time to slow down, look around, and breathe in this fall season, even with a sneeze or two.
The Halloween Limerick Parade By Rhonda Bronte Brown
Pumpkin lanterns glimmer golden and bright. Hallo’s Eve excitement fills the valley tonight.
But who else is stirring in the dark? Vincent roams the skies by night, sniffing out nectar to bite. The flowers all hide, from this mischievous glide, then open by dawn’s first light.
Vincent isn’t the only wanderer tonight… Jasper, the ghost, refuses to float. Over water his stomach would bloat. Nightshades take pity, ferry him to the city, cruising the moat in a boat.
Across the fields, something drifts on the breeze…
Nettie the spider tosses silk threads. The wind sweeps her over the farmstead. Free now to roam, in search of a home, she spins a web by the woodshed.
Down the hill, wheels begin to rattle… Shelton Bones travels by scooter, never once honking his hooter. Ghosts cry “Yoo-hoo!” Bats screech “Boo-hoo!” Downhill he skids past Rooster.
And waiting quietly in a pumpkin patch…
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch looking grim, wishing a spooky face suited him. Along comes a charmer, a masterful carver. Pete beams at guests entering the inn.
High above the glowing lantern… Luna wishes to fly by moonlight, seeking a steady moonbeam for her flight. Sudden hullabaloo, in swoops a cockatoo! Tail-spinning, Luna flits away in fright.
But all roads lead somewhere on Halloween…
On one spooky Halloween night, friends wander under the moonlight. A ghost in a boat, a spider afloat, Pete lights the inn warm and bright.
Vincent swoops low through the air, Shelton skids in without care. Gathering at the inn, all welcome within, for Halloween fun, they share.
The Halloween parade has arrived!
Lanterns glow golden and bright. Laughter rings out through the night.
Hallo's Eve comes once a year certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead, filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome, we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats, pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four "EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight, dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee. Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
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