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JAG Poems
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Saturday, March 29
Patton's Prayer
"Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate rains with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call Thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies, and establish Thy justice among men and nations. Amen."
Saturday, March 29, 2003
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Requiem
Requiem
The Glory of all our freedoms
And truths of where our liberties lie,
That somewhere in a foreign land
A soldier must fight and die.
In honor of the brave men and women of the Coalition who have made the ultimate sacrifice,
As heroes they have died to protect our way of life.
Saturday, March 29, 2003
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Friday, March 28
JAGelot or A JAG in King Admiral's Court
JAGelot or A JAG in King Admiral's Court
There is a legend that exists somewhere
of a fighter pilot and his lady fair.
Of the Quest, over seven years-it’s told
Our actors-young in spirit, starting to get a bit old.
Unlike the classic story, King Admiral and MACevere do not pair
She being the trusted adjutant aide, a lawyer, a judge and a plotline we do not dare.
A spin to the legend of King Arthur and of Camelot, a place aptly named JAGelot
Our pilot-the knight: sharp of mind, handsome, strong
His noble cause he fights, he's seldom wrong
But with his MACevere, he's not that bold
Our warrior of white and wings of gold
Ah yes, the sweet MACevere, marine built-ready, fair of face
Brown-eyed lady, a woman true, the vision of steel and lace
Her heart to the one and only, Her Harm, the handsome Lancelot
Soulmates in their quest for love, unable the sweet words to speak
Her love-life, if you ask "pretty darn bleak"
But in her dreams-he whispers "Sarah" while she sleeps.
Together, they seek the mystical Camelot and all the riches that true love bestows
"Will they or Won't they" only TPTB really know.
In the castle tower high, the video princess gives a sigh
She realized long ago, that Lancelot was not her guy
On to Cyrus-her heart she gives,
Above a mortician's house she lives.
Singing dirges, wearing wigs, entertaining tombstones with a jig.
The nobel Das Bugme from the Land of Oz
Who waged battle for the just cause.
He has earned much respect and "accume"
With a kangaroo and a vacuum.
Behold and low,
The dreaded Mordred de Lindsey from SECNAV arrives
To claim his royal kingdom seat. He strives
With vengeance and anger in his soul-he keeps
To challenge our King Admiral to a dueling feat.
By his side: His weapons of lies, connives, and cheats.
He gives our kingdom-JAGelot-the creeps
His plans:to scatter to the four corners of the earth, the folks of JAGelot, to destroy all it's worth,
But Hark of pending news, the announcement of a forth-coming birth.
Our Harm, the handsome Lancelot. his smile, the grin
Awaiting an answer, unsure about the trouble he's in.
On his desk a federal bill, totaling about a quarter billion
A threat-he might loose his commission and turn into a regular civilian.
What the fate of our sweet MACevere? What does the evil de Lindsay have in store?
What tricks will he use to make her run? What will make her challenge her allegiance to the corps?
Will her knight in shining armor-plated arrive, to rescue her from dangerous plight?
His weapons of words and might, for his Macevere, he will fight.
Bud/Tristian and his Harriet of Iseulet traveling on the road a lot
Back and forth to daycare they roam, even bought a brand new home.
The evil Mordred de Lindsey has them in his sights
His goal to ruin their lives, with all his might.
Princess-sweet:our lady Coates and Tiner:Prince of lack-of-wit
Dark the strategy "of devil's work"-de Lindsey has plans to get.
Turn them out to the mighty cold,
His sinister laughter begins to unfold.
All Hail, Merlgis , son of the preacher man, waving his mystical magical wand
Changing the words of caution to the wind: eloquence in his response.
Leading our Mordred astray, with cunning and diligence.
"Be sure my words are heard sharp and clear", Merlgis declares.
"Hiss, Boo", Mordred, not even acting scared.
What of the shrew? The unfair Lauren of the Swamp
Who connived, cohered , condemned and complained
"Hey, Lauren!" ::snicker, snicker:: "Explain the weight gain!"
As ::gasp:: then mother, she bears the son called "Galasad"
"Who's the father?" "Who's been had?"
And soon we'll know the treachery ensued
THE SHOCKER, our TV eyes be glued.
When did our unfair Lauren and de Lindsay dance?
Was It all planned in advance?
Or did she give her sigh to a certain Russian guy?
Would Sergi be the father and why the heck, why?
Unlike the fight for Camlan, nor the battle rages for the land of Con,
The battle for kingdom JAGelot, rages on
Across the seas to the isle of re-Getess
Where the villians of remorse and hate reside.
Where Lucifer makes his home, among the fires dwell.
The Mordred de Lindsey contemplates the empire's final farewell.
Who will slay this dragon of wickedness in haste?
Who will brave the wounds to come?
Will it be "the hero" or someone who's "chasted"
Who will battle this despicable scum?
It’s the King Admiral and his Excaibur that guards the gates
Military justice-his creed, his fate
The king that is battle-scarred, a war-worn look
His battles always were fought by the book
How can he win against this demonic fiend?
What do the fates have in store?
Is it all in the name of revenge or is it more?
How does our King avoid the dirge of Avaleon?
With his fist in hand, he cries "The righteous will live on”
Enter, Queen Meredith La Cavanaugh, the highness of Shakespearean grace
She brings an offering of peace, a gift for Sir Mordred de Lindsey, a smile appearing on her face.
With her hands, she stirred and baked, a type of celebration cake.
Was pleased our evil Mordred so, he took a hearty bite.
He twisted and turned, cried out in pain, his gut began to knot
Screaming out "What is this poison you have brought?"
Innocently our Queen replied, "Sir Mordred, it's only a marble cake"
"Did I add to many?" "I must have forgot!" "Did I make a mistake?"
As our Mordred de Lindsey's life passed on-to sail the setting sun.
King Admiral asked the Queen "Now, what the hell have you done?"
The Queen replied, her head held high. "I've saved your kingdom and all the folks, now that Mordred's dead"
"Now, honey!…..grab your cape an' crown and come to bed."
She grinned "Where my weary King can rest his head."
As so, the twists and turns of plots, tis fate, as the story goes: We bid goodbye
To our heroes and heroines, to our Guinevere and Lancelot
In our hearts they will never die
But live on, happily ever after, in that mystical kingdom called JAGelot
copyright 2003, teresa all rights reserved
Let me know how you like this saga
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Friday, March 28, 2003
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General Douglas Mac Arthur Quote
"Your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable--it is to win our wars. All other public purposes will find others for their accomplishment. Yours is the profession of arms--the will to win. The sheer knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory. That the very obsession of your public service must be duty, honor, country."
Quote: General Douglas Mac Arthur,
On a statue at West Point, NY
How appropriate this quote is today
With our troops in peril and so far away,
That good men and women must die,
For the freedoms and liberties we hold high.
Let's bow our heads and say a prayer,
For our brave soldiers over there.
Friday, March 28, 2003
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Wednesday, March 26
Go to morning songs link, new poem: Sweet Words
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
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Tuesday, March 25
When Eyes Meet
When Eyes Meet
It is said the eyes are the windows to one’s soul
And the heart beats fastest when it is in love.
When the eyes of lovers unite across the distance
Tears fall quietly, helpless to console
Time stops still, just for an instant
In the glimpse: are whispers of longing and desire
Just a look, a gaze, are dreams of words unspoken,
And in the exchange of gentle smiles, warm and sweet
Is the message of the glance, a hug and tender kiss
The EMBRACE, to touch, of something missing
Forever, across the heavens
When eyes meet.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
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Wednesday, March 19
That Old JAG Magic
That Old JAG Magic
That Old JAG magic has us in its spell
That Old JAG magic that we shippers know so well
Those Spicy one-liners and dreamy looks that shine
The same old dance when their eyes combine
Same old story, just a different way to hide
And then the writers twist and turn our ride
Frowns and Frowns we go
Round and round we go
Like a deer caught in headlights, our eyes too wide
We should stay away but what can we do
This passion's turned into a game, TPTB are to blame
fanfic astounding 'bout a marine and a flyer
Watching every episode for just one kiss
Will our VCR's ever tire?
For this is the show we've waited for
Waiting for the mating, that fate has in store
And waiting for time his lips meet hers, :sigh: Divine!
Oh! Baby! What about the deal that's been found?, No more playing around?
We're a spin, loving the spin that we're in
Under that old JAG magic called UST
ooh in a spin, lovin the spin we're in
Under the old JAG magic that we're in
In a spin, ANGST keeps us in a whirlwind
Under the old black magic called UST
We should get a life and stay away but what can we do
We hear the JAG theme and then we are through
USA reruns, we never will tire
Only the edits, will we ever miss?
Will our Harm always catch the three wire?
Waiting for that episode that explains it all
The final tease that fate has in store,
And for that kiss that keeps us enthrawled
Hooh Rah
round and round, we go
Singer, Lindsay, Sergi, Do we really want to know?
Watching our Harm and that sexy grin
Lovin when our Mac when she wins
Under the old JAG magic called love
Ah What a ahipper spin we are in, lovin the spin we're in
Under that old JAG magic ( eight years and counting), Under that old JAG magic we love.
with apologies to:
Louis Prima And Keely Smith
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
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Tuesday, March 18
Last Sunset
Last Sunset
How odd the evening sky was today?
Pinkish-crimson streaked the horizon's way,
Shadows of fire's embers past glowing.
I view the last sunset knowing:
That in my heart are tears of despair
I raise my head to heaven in a simple prayer.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Golden orange-yellow hues graced from the setting sun.
Prelude to the war clouds churning, once again the battle's begun.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Almighty grant our soldiers safe from harm
Protect our friends and families near, harbor them close and warm.
As the moon begins to rise, the fullness of it's shining light
A smoky-gray hazy wisp begins to creep and change the stillness of the night,
An eerie illumination casts an ominous gleam,
Belayed the distant death and silent screams.
If I should die before I wake,
Grant us victory for the chosen ones,
Freedom and Liberty for our daughters and sons.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Death becomes my morning dawn, To greet my Maker, at the pearly gates
Defiantly, I profess my beliefs, "My Country-right or wrong
That America and her Allies, united, are still true and strong."
copyright 2003, teresa von deesten, all rights reserved
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
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May there always be work for your hands ...
May there always be work for your hands ... Interesting Prayer website
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
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Friday, March 14
Yahoo! Groups : JAGniks Messages : Message 21124 of 21125
Yahoo! Groups : JAGniks Messages : Message 21124 of 21125
Birth announcment: a son, Wyatt born March 3, 2003
Friday, March 14, 2003
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Thursday, March 13
The Presidential Prayer Team
The Presidential Prayer Team
Thursday, March 13, 2003
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The JAG Archive
Thursday, March 13, 2003
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Tuesday, March 11
Deep of Deep of Heart
Deep of Deep of Heart
A tear falls from the sky above
Someone near and dear departs
Within the deep of deep of heart
He will morn a special love
And the rains run into rivers wide
Churning his soul, his thoughts, his mind
Someone who was gentle, sweet and kind
The pain of loss will not subside
To the oceans the waters flow
Riding on the rising tide
Sailing home, the Lord as guide
She is safe in HIS hands, blessed by HIS forgiving glow
And a tear falls from the heavens high
Her voice that whispers in the blowing winds
Her words that comfort him begins
His tender cry…a singe kiss…….Her one last goodbye.
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
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Life Within
Life Within
The most powerful of all intimacies
A bond that lives on, one's legacy.
The decision, a deal, whatever the plan
Between a man and a woman,
To bring forth life, to create from two-a new one
The future generation, a daughter or a son.
And the sweetest of all words, of whispers in the night
In her eyes that speak "That now, today, the time is right."
The gift that the Lord bestows
Among the caresses and kisses, as a mother-she smiles, she knows
And so a baby begins, cells divide
He's ready to protect and provide
Gently he cups his hand and cradles her close
Embracing their child, the life within.
copyright 2003 teresa, all rights reserved
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
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Friday, March 7
The Kiss
"Rule number one, Never, never get a female Marine mad" mused Harm as he watched Mac pace in front
of him. Mac was upset and in the process of chewing his six out for his last stunt in the courtroom. He noticed the fire in her eyes and her rapid breathing whenever she would get angry. "She's got spunk." He thought, a slight smile appeared on his face, that smile caused Mac to go ballistic. Her voice became louder, intense, the words more direct and to the point.
"Rule number two, never smile at a screaming Marine" Harm made a mental note, as he moved across the breakroom toward Mac. Now, just inches away, "A moving target is hard to hit.", he reached for her, placing his hand behind her head. His other hand grasped her by the waist and pulled her close, very close. His lips passionately met hers, she resisted a bit, at first, and then, the desire built. Breathing was an option. She pulled him closer, their tongues dueled and a small whimper of a sigh escaped.
"Rule number three, Always kiss a Marine AFTER morning coffee."
Friday, March 07, 2003
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Triangle of Sorrows
Triangle of Sorrows
Amidst the stars and the blur of justice blue,
Tears stain the blood-red stripe of valor's hue
Ending purity's white badge of innocence-lost
"When will it end, Lord? At what cost?"
On this mournful day, she lays her child to rest
The mother cradles near her breast
A folded shroud -the triangle of sorrows
Future's unforgiving tomorrows
A fallen soldier of battle, of war
The uniform of this nation once worn
To lie among the brave and true.
Her sacrifice for our red, white and blue.
copyright 2003 teresa
Friday, March 07, 2003
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Folding the Flag
Folding the Flag
the meaning of each flag fold
Friday, March 07, 2003
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the Flag of the United States: Table of Contents
the Flag of the United States: Table of ContentsRead about the origins and meanings of Our Flag
Friday, March 07, 2003
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Tuesday, March 4
Sketches
Sketches
Ours but only
A bridge to cross
Between us, friend and lover
Time-the past, the future-Time to discover
"Do you love me?"
I asked him-his answer, to wait and see
His reaction, his face. Why does he hesitate?
"Yes?"
"Oh! I see?" as I walked away-let him wait
"Show me how?"
His kisses warm, deep
He swept me off my feet.
His arms around me, tight embrace
Her passion builts, beginning the chase
of a single just one
Last Kiss, Goodbye
Just one kiss but “WOW”
That’s only the start
"I loved you with all my heart."
She stood by, while I
had my last kiss, goodbye.
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
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Sunday, March 2
On Eagle's wings
On Eagle's wings
The Eagle soars the heavenly heights
God's angel of shadow and light
Guarding our liberties, freedoms, and our chosen rights.
This bird of prey glides without a sound
Knowing neither limits, perimeters or bounds
He descends from the clouds above
Over the earth, the land he loves
And passes across the flag that waves: colors of red, white and blue.
A tear falls from the eagle's eye
In his heart was a pain, he never knew
A hole, an emptiness, of that void in the sky
Of many lives lost, the questions asked, the reasons why
The cry, the hurt, the wound that stings
As the eagle flies to protect
The City beneath his wings
Always Remember, Never Forget
Copyright 11/2002 Teresa: all rights reserved
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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She's Got Me
She's Got Me
She's a handful, She's a challenge
Best friend, our foes she'll avenge
We argue, we yell,
But that look in her eyes, always will tell
She has me
She's a woman, she's tough, at times she can be mean
She makes one hell of a Marine
She's one of-a-kind
She makes me crazy, right out of my mind
She's got me
She's gentle, she's tender
She's my toughest opponent, my biggest defender
I love her
Don't lose her, you big stupid jerk!
Trying to make this "thing of ours" work
She has me
This feeling inside, pounding of heart
When we're together, when we're apart
Someone forever, someday I'll commit
Something I just have to admit
She's got me
Copyright 2003, teresa all rights reserved
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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She Cried
She Cried
She woke in the morning, just before dawn.
She was so tired, her face quite drawn
She worried and wondered about the test that turned blue.
She had to decide on what she should do
Abortion, Adoption, Absolution-Her pride.
The decision was hers. She tried and she tried.
A cycle, a circle that needs to be broken
Her past so rocky, the rumors unspoken
Her future: Ambition and success
Her past : To make sense of this mess
Then one day-Her beliefs and her heart collide
Mind over matter, her values, now, divide.
They had the questions, the gossip, opinions galore
The names that they called her, she couldn't ignore
Who was the father? Who was the guy?
In anger and defiance, she would deny
Who could she talk to? Who to confide?
Let the suspicions be, so…….. she lied
A kick an' a punch, the life within-silently spoke
Her feelings, her emotions suddenly awoke
Another kick, one punch, a family of two
A change in her life: a me and a you
A somebody, A someone to love-This child inside
Smiles and laughter, a future together, A bond to be tied
She cried
Copyright 2003 teresa all rights reserved
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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Web Design Library - Builder.com
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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When blogging came of age | CNET News.com
Sunday, March 02, 2003
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Posting of poems for TV series JAG
Disclaimer: JAG and all its characters belong to Belisarius Productions, Paramount, CBS, Viacom, and probably endless others.
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