WHEREAS the 11th of November 1918,
marked the cessation of the most destructive, sanguinary,
and far reaching war in human annals
and the resumption by the people of the United States
of peaceful relations with other nations,
which we hope may never again be served, and
WHEREAS it is fitting that the recurring anniversary of this date
should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises
designed to perpetuate peace through good will
and mutual understanding between nations; and
WHEREAS the legislatures of twenty-seven of our States
have already declared November 11 to be a legal holiday:
Therefore be it Resolved by the Senate (the House of Representatives concurring),
That the President of the United States is requested
to issue a proclamation calling upon the officials
to display the flag of the United States on all Government buildings
on November 11
and inviting the people of the United States
to observe the day in schools and churches,
or other suitable places,
with appropriate ceremonies of friendly relations with all other peoples.
-- Proclamation of the Congress of the United States
June 4, 1926
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growing older
Things We Did in Shining Youth
It's not that you can't go back home again,
But when you do,
Your parents are dead,
Your grandparents, long gone,
And your brother is this aging gentleman
Recovering from some vague cancer.
Your grade school, if it still exists,
Consists of crumbling brink underneath
A new coat of lead free paint;
Your high school has become
Some sort of testing training center
Where everyone seems to have grade points
A coup of tenths or more above perfect.
The superficials don't matter: iPODS,
IPhones, facebook blog rants
Are only the current manifestations
Of transister radios and the telephone
That can needlessly catch you up
While you overlook the obvious
-- You are no longer a child,
Your world is no longer limited
By parents and teachers
And the pressure of your peers.
You've grown bigger than home
And best not try to hide
In the whistful memories
Of when your mother seemed to solve
All your nagging daily problems
And your father both protected you
From the strangers marauding on the street
And the dragon's sharp breath
Behind your closet's door.
Lisa Jain Thompson
November 2007
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November in morning
Before The Great Ships Whisper
Crows as big as a five year old tomcat,
As black as a panther
Prowling the streets of ancient Oakland,
Strut and style outside my less than shiny car,
Notably unafraid
Of what an aging woman could do.
They don't take flight
Or scurry across the roadway,
They don't even take a few steps
To get farther away from me,
Preferring to size me up
As a potential food source
Should their scavenging of the garbage
Prove unsatisfactory.
Lisa Jain Thompson
November 2007
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Prayer for Army Spouses
Lord, grant me the greatness of heart to see,
The difference in duty and the love for me.
Give me the understanding to know,
That when duty calls they must go.
Give me a task to do each day,
To fill the time when they are away.
And Lord when duty is far away,
Please protect them, this I pray.
— Unknown and LJT c. 2007
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a bit of starpoet
The Golden Stars
Had the ancient calendar continued,
What year would this be?
After the ruin and reconstruction,
Do we even know if we are human?
What crystalline eyes and shimmering intricacies
Dance across the flow of spacetime
In the name of a cutural memorie
That once was earth?
A hundred years distant,
We bare recognize our sister,
A thousand, we are aliens
Lost among ourselves,
Still another millennium
Will find us, not them.
The death of one star means nothing
When compared to vastness of galaxy.
Where do we go when this universe ends?
Lisa Jain Thompson
November 2007
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moment to moment
Crossing The Rail
The trick is not to mind that it hurts,
Or some such thing Lawrence said,
Accept you are different and don't complain
If someone notices what makes you unique.
Pain is the price we all must pay
To accomplish anything worthwhile:
What comes without effort is seldom worth the cost,
Complaining does make the journey any shorter.
This life, your life, ours, is all we have to offer.
Wishing to avoid desolate places
Is human and understandable,
But sometimes the road to Damascus
Finds us in desperate situations;
Turning off when the sands grow treacherous
Seals our fate and loses Aqaba.
Lisa Jain Thompson
November 2007
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In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.
-- José Narosky
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love and all that
A Sliding Scale of Importance
History may scrape off our names
And misremember our eyes and appearance,
But the whispers will pass, one to the other,
The story of Sharon and Lisa Jain,
The marriage of true minds and bodies
Played out across the internet
To the distant corners of time and space
Where our voices will ever echo
And men and women will claim to have met us
Back when we walked the world unknown.
But for now, what say you, we
Go upstairs, spend the afternoon making love,
And let the future take care of itself for awhile.
Lisa Jain Thompson
November 2007
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In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man,
and brave, and hated and scorned. |
When his cause succeeds, the timid join him,
for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.
-- Mark Twain
Notebook
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