Monday, 12 November 2007
 

Marsha Burks Megehee: China Made
Contributed by Bill Faith

China Made
Marsha Burks Megehee, C. 2007

Let's hear it for World Trade!
I hope it's "China made."
Trade with them often,
Put nails in our coffins
Where we'll soon be laid!

Let's order more China toys
For Santa's good girls and boys!
And hope when they box 'em
They have enough toxins
To stifle loud Christmas Joys!

Tell Rover, who's  now in his plot,
From dining on dog food you got,
To blame the Red Chef
Who had anti-freeze left,
Dog friendly China?  In a pot?

Buy China, because it is cheaper!
Trade partner's with  the grim reaper,
While threatening with nukes
They make our dogs puke,
This line is ........ a bleeper! *&%*#

The next baby bed you select
Must have some Red China defect,
For choking the kiddos,
Help you get rid'o
A future teen's lack of respect.

If you hate my Red China Epistle,
Don't fear the  air raid whistles,
Just buy Chinese
Goods, If you please
Chinese made? Why waste a missile?

Thanks, Marsha.

Contributed by Bill Faith on November 12, 2007 at 12:10 PM in Marsha Burks Megehee, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Tuesday, 31 July 2007
 

An Enormous Crime; The Gospel of POW Hell
Contributed by Bill Faith

The latest from poet and POW/MIA activist Marsha Burks Megehee:

"An Enormous Crime"
(THE GOSPEL OF POW HELL)

"An Enormous Crime"...truth at last!
Time's long, dark shadows flee.
The gospel of lost, abandoned men,
Denied their liberty!

Freedom's hope...stolen lives,
Lie-masters...blacked out names;
Deceit at the highest level.
"The Emperor's New Clothes," of shame!

Paper deaths...prisoners' cries,
"Taps".....falsley played.
"An Enormous Crime" sheds light upon
Sweet liberty's soul, betrayed!

Buried truth, devils deals,
False coffins....empty laid.
"There are no POWs!" Why?
Their ransom was not paid!

War with time.... shadow men,
Guardians of cruel lies.
"Search....but do not find them!
Until the last one dies"

Cover up, stonewall, deny.
The families must not know!
Re-classify the paper trail,
From Nixon....to Le Duc Tho!

It's for the country....foreign trade,
The house of cards must stand.
"There are no POWs!"
Debunk live sightings and Rand.

Build a blind....in cyber space,
"Truth's digital morgue."
Call activists "Don Quioxties"
Name it "POW Facts. org!"

Tie the truth in 'Gordian knots"
Hunt survivors....... in pantomime!
"There are no POWs!
It will be true.........with time!" 

Thank you! Billy Hendon and Beth Stewart,
for the truth..... and the courage to expose
"An Enormous Crime."

Marsha Burks Megehee

God Bless Our POWs!
2008!......Before it's too late!

Inspired by the book An Enormous Crime: The Definitive Account of American POWs Abandoned in Southeast Asia. While you're at Amazon buying that you'll also want a copy of Is Anybody Listening?: A True Story About POW/MIAs In The Vietnam War.

I should have my ass kicked for not having it finished by now but please check out the site I'm building for Marsha here anyway. 

Contributed by Bill Faith on July 31, 2007 at 03:02 PM in Books, Marsha Burks Megehee, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Saturday, 26 May 2007
 

Don't let them be forgotten
Contributed by Bill Faith

Don't forget to take some time between beers this weekend to remember our POWs and MIAs. This would also be an excellent time to discover Marsha's new blog I'm still in the process of putting the finishing touches on; click here.

A Mother’s Tears
Marsha Burks-Megehee, 2003

A mother’s tears were shed today
For a battle long ago;
Her precious gift to a warrior son
Whose fate she’ll never know.

Not heroes’ shiny medals
For courage through their fears,
No ribboned badge of honor
Can match a mother’s tears.

A mother’s tears are courage.
A mother’s tears are hope;
For the babe once at her bosom,
Led away in captive’s rope.

Her badge of honor, “Mother’s Tears“,
More precious than the gold
In all the gleaming medals
Of heroes, brave and bold.

A mother’s tears forever
Undimmed by grief and years,
Never tarnish….never fade,
“God’s Diamonds….A Mother’s Tears!”

Marsha Burks-Megehee, 2003

Contributed by Bill Faith on May 26, 2007 at 01:54 PM in Marsha Burks Megehee, Memorial Day, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Saturday, 31 March 2007
 

Marsha Burks Megehee: Liberty's Child
Contributed by Bill Faith

This ones for Nancy and Harry. And Jack.

Liberty’s Child

Some say there’s ghostly marching, at night when shadows creep.
Abe Lincoln wanders marble halls, some say they’ve heard him weep.

The spirit of General Washington is said to be Earth-bound,
Observing the Halls of Congress, where truth cannot be found.

Brave Thomas Payne is near insane, bereaved by his Nation’s course.
Old Hickory rides down shadowed lanes, mustering a ghostly force.

Pale shadows of Lee and Traveler whom the Union once divorced,
Were seen near the graves of Arlington, leading John Kennedy’s horse.

In feathers and paint, Osceola, our land’s great Seminole
Leads his band of Native Americans, proud warriors, brave and bold.

From the West march the Coolie railroad men whose blood spread our Nation West,
Brave “Buffalo Soldiers”, Mountain men. God knows this land was blessed!

“Over There” Doughboys, World War One, their “Great War” victories won,
Patton’s troops, MacArthur’s men for the seige of Washington!

And in a place of honor, a rag-tag army stands
Thin and frail from the prison camps, sad eyes and outstretched hands.

Still proud to fight for America, though their souls don’t understand
Why their country left them there, in a god-forsaken land.

A Storm of Spirits, shore to shore, those dead who kept us free,
Mustering up a ghostly force, sounding reveille!

They plan to march on Washington. Who else would have more right?
Tom Jefferson’s busy writing ‘neath candles of eirie light.

“Your leaders lack integrity, they’ve lost the people’s trust!
We’re whispering ever to patriots, though our bodies long were dust.

It’s n’er too late, we must revive the spirit of our birth,
For as long as this Nation shall survive, true freedom stalks the Earth.

It stalks the sleep of tyrants who fear to wake each morn
To find through Freedom’s Darkest Night, Liberty’s Child reborn..

Behind the wire called Devil’s rope inside forced labor camps,
We whisper words to kindle hope- new fire for Freedom’s Lamp!

Can you hear us ring Old Liberty’s Bell? Ghost Drums as our troops advance?
You’ve drawn too deep from Freedom’s Well, and this is your last chance.

And if there’s no tomorrow……our unseen army waves
The flag, once proud Old Glory, o’er Freedom’s Hallowed Grave!”

Copyright 2006
Marsha Burks Megehee
sarpoet@datastar.net

Contributed by Bill Faith on March 31, 2007 at 09:05 PM in Marsha Burks Megehee, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Tuesday, 27 March 2007
 

Marsha Burks Megehee: The Folded Flag
Contributed by Bill Faith

This made the rounds by email several months back; Russ Vaughn sent me a copy and I posted it here on Small Town Veteran, way back before the Old War Dogs site existed. That's been nearly two years ago, it's still a beautiful poem, and posting it again gives me a way to draw attention to the fact Marsha has accepted my offer to set up a blog to collect all of her poetry in one place. I'm a long way from being able to announce that it's all done and ready for the public but watch this blog for an announcement as soon as I can get it ready.

The Folded Flag

His Mother held the folded flag,
It was a somber day.
A mosaic of tears and memories,
As she heard the bugler play;

The last song for a Soldier,
As she held the folded flag,
And memories of the letter
He wrote her from Ft. Bragg.

He wrote, "Please Mom, don't worry,
I have to see this through,
Make your world a safer place.
It's just something I  have to do!

It's not just 9/11 Mom,
That stirred my warrior soul,
Not screaming taunts of Jihad,
A hero's words, "Let's Roll!"

Scenes of Dark September, Mom,
As people fell like snow.
For me, it was the tattered flag
Raised high...at Ground Zero.

Remember how I waved her Mom
When I was only ten?
I waved and waved her on The Fourth,
And Veterans Day...waved her again!

It was the words that grandpa said,
"She stands for all that's true.
Her red is for the blood men shed.
Son, that's what soldiers do!

Guard her well and wave her high.
Let no one treat her bad.
Honor the men who died for her,
They gave her all they had;

A gift of home and family,
Golden memories as they grew old.
A fine young grandson...like I have,
Son, Freedom's bought....not sold!"

So Mom, If I should pay the price
To keep her waving high,
And you receive the folded flag,
Mom, be proud of me.....don't cry!

Place my flag on grandpa's shelf
With his medals from World War II,
And the folded flag.....he got last year
That grandma gave to you."

His Mother held the folded flag.
It was a somber day.
She placed it high on "grandpa's shelf",
Then bowed her head to pray.

Marsha Burks Megehee
sarpoet@datastar.net

Contributed by Bill Faith on March 27, 2007 at 09:45 PM in Marsha Burks Megehee, Patriotism, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

Monday, 26 March 2007
 

Poem: A Gathering of Eagles
Contributed by Bill Faith

Marsha Burks Megehee left this as a comment on Awesome Gathering of Eagles video but it deserves better than to languish there unread:

Dear Old War Dogs,
I wanted to share my special poem with you -
"A Gathering of Eagles."

It's my way of saying "WELL DONE!" Thank you all for protecting our national treasures, and speaking up for the millions of us who could not be with you.

God Bless You All!
& God Bless the USA!

A GATHERING OF EAGLES

A Gathering of Eagles, Old Glory flew,
POW Flags....thirty thousand of you!
A Band of Brothers gathered around,
Protecting truth and hallowed ground.

The pinko crowd across the way
Had come to town to have their say,
"The War on Terror's just like Nam,
Surrender! We can stop the bombs."

Their CRS prevents recall
Of seeing Southeast Asia's fall,
Of genocide, the Killing Fields!
"Cut and Run." Who's fate was sealed?

POWs, refugees,
Re-education, If you please!
The vocal crowd- the Great Unwashed,
Non-violent? Oh my gosh!

Millions lie in jungle shrowds,
Johnson bowed to the protest crowd.
Ask the Hmong, if they were saved?
By the anti-war crowd's rant and rave?

God Bless You Eagles! Thank you all
For guarding freedom and The Mall.
For standing tall and drowning out,
Three thousand retro-pinko shouts!

Marsha Burks Megehee
sarpoet@datastar.net

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Update: Marsha has sent me several more poems, of which I'll plan on posting one every few days at http://www.oldwardogs.us/marsha_burks_megehee/index.html, and I'm impressed enough that I've offered to create a separate blog for her if she says she'd have time to post to it. More on that later if she accepts my offer.

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Update 2: It turns out there's already a nice collection of Marsha's poetry at http://poetwarrior1.tripod.com/. I'll still plan on posting a lot of what she emailed me and also posting excerpts and links to that site as time goes on.

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Update 3: Marsha has seen the light about the advantages of having both a blog and a static web site. I haven't made any promises about when I'll have it ready but I'm going to set up a blog for her under my TypePad account. Address and details to be announced later.

Contributed by Bill Faith on March 26, 2007 at 03:57 PM in Caring about our troops, Gathering of Eagles, Marsha Burks Megehee, Patriotism, Peacenik Stupidity, Poetry, The American Warrior, US Air Force, US Army, US Coast Guard, US Marine Corps, US Navy, Viet Nam | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack