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THE SUPREME COURT


The Ten
Commandments
Are Supreme
To Me.
Not
The Nine Judges
Who Cannot
Interpret For Me.
Truth
Has My Vote
A Lie
Will Oppose It
Saying
It’s Not Right.
God
Is My Judge
Who Knows
What Is Right.
He
Only Opposes
The Harm
That Will Come
To My Life.
I Oppose
All Wrong
When I Do
It Right...

A POEATREEMAN

Dedicated To Judge Roy Moore

Edgar Allan Prieto
12/11/2000
Copyright ©2008 Edgar Allan Prieto
FAIRNESS

The Scale
Of Justice.
Serves
Only Man.
When It Is
Balanced
By Truth.
Not
The Left Hand..

A POEATREEMAN
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/10/2000
Copyright ©2008 Edgar Allan Prieto

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Sunday, August 29, 2010

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DEATH AWAITS US





Death awaits Us
and Life does too

I will live
until I see only one

The door is open ,
I am still in the hunt

I have Today
To Reach The Sky

All things are open
until I die

Why should I sit back,
Waiting for it to come?

My days are numbered,
Yet it's only number one

It may be Today
but until it comes?

I will reach for it all,
Until I am done.

A THOUGHT!

Life is too short
to waste on Death

Let me have Tomorrow
to give it a rest

Keep it in Eternity
until I am done

Maybe Tomorrow
I will have my rest.

A Poeatreeman

God awakes
those who rest

Remember the Hour
You just passed

Remember the Path
You walked last

Know You are on it
for the very last

Eternity has come
to be the Path

Know the walk
is just beginning

Know The End
is a New Beginning..

 A Poet's Note

Live each day
the best You can

Tomorrow
will be more forgiving

Give it all Today

Tomorrow
will be worth living

The cost is what
 I spend Today

Tomorrow
I cannot Pay Today.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/16/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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CHAD! YOU SWUNG THE VOTE


I Voted
For Chad
And I
Was Bushed

I Tried To Vote
And Gored
My Finger

I Could
Not Find
The Punch
I Made

I Guess
I Left It
In My Hand

Now I Know
Where
My Vote Went

I Made
My Impression
When I Voted
For Chad

The Only
Problem
He Dropped
To The Floor

He Was
So Impressed
I Cast
My Vote

Now They’re
Picking Him Up
Off The Floor

Not Counting
On Him
Anymore

He Took
A Position
Only He
Would Make

To Stand
On His
Ground
Firmly
In Place

There Were
Many Chad’s
Left In
The Race

Others
Were In
A Family
Way

Waiting
For Dimple
To See
Them Through

He
Was Not Open
To The View

Counting
On Him
To Come
On Out
He Was
Last
To Know

He
Landed
Far Behind
The Race

After All
Of This,
He
Was Bushed
And Gored

Who
Would Want
To Do
It Again?

To Cast
Your Vote
And Be
Counted More?

The Winner!
Who Else
Who is
Pushing
For More

Bush wins
and I
get Gored.

A Poeatreeman
From The Book
A Play of Words

Edgar Allan Prieto
11/19/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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Winning The War on Terror



The Terrorist will always be.

Winning the Souls of Man,
Is one I cannot see?

Their belief has no beginning,
Except to see our end.

How are we to fight this Foe?
By attacking their beliefs.

Our guns
may take a few of them,
Still the course
Will not be won.

We must keep them,
Where they
Will do less harm.
Back in the spider’s lair,
Where they weaved
A thread of deceit,
That locks them
In their snare.

Our course is ours,
and not theirs to take.

You cannot make
A culture change,
Without changing
Your beliefs.

They are Terrorists,
What course,
would you have them take?

Deal with man as man,
and you will have no mistakes.

Assume everything,
and know the perils of fate.

Looking for a better world,
I will wait till God appears.

Until I see,

I guess it will just have to be.

Serenity,

Is God’s to grant.

Peace is up to Man.

A Poeatreeman

Moral sense
I am not the conscience
of a nation;
I am part of its awakening.

Edgar Allan Prieto
6/7/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A POET'S NOTE
It implies a question,
Do you see the Terrorists,
Ever reaching out for love?
The only way to win this War,
Is to win the hearts of man
Winning the souls of man
Is for God’s hand
Our hands are tied
When it comes to man
We are a perfect mess,
Man I must confess.
How we got this far,
Is only by the grace of God.

From A Play of Words


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WHERE DOES GOD STAND?




I Hope

In This Land


He Was Pushed

Out Of School


Where Is He Now?

Under House Rules


Waiting

For The Amendment


To Pass On Through

Waiting For

The Government


To Decide What To Do

Hoping

He Has A Prayer


To Finally Get Through

How Many Votes!

Will I Have

To Win


Before

You Accept Me

For

Who I Am?


It Only

Takes One's Heart


To See Who I Am

I Ask Not

For Your Votes


Only A Prayer

Say It In Silence

I Will Still Hear


I Came

To This Nation


To Let

You Know

I Am Here


It Is Up

To All Of You


If I Am

To Be Near.


To The Return Of Prayer

In School


A Moment Of Silence

Need Not Be Heard


I Will Take My Heart

To Speak To Him


TO VICE PRESIDENT AL GORE

A Poeatreeman

Let The Symbol
Be The Heart

God
Will Be Displayed


For
It Is
In Each Of Us

Prayer
Will Find Its Way


For
If God Is There

I
Can Take
A Right Step


If
He Is Out
What Is Left?


I Pray
The Right Step

Will
Not Be Far Away


I
Kept Him In Life

Yet
He Is Not
In School Today.

From A Play of Words

Edgar Allan Prieto
12/2/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A POEATREEMAN





My
Tear
Was My Pen

My
Words
I Spoke To God

My
Feelings
Was My Life

My
Love
Only Beginning

My
Heart
I Give You All

A Poeatreeman,

Who
Found Himself

Gave
The World
His Tears

You Have
My Heart,

Carry it Gentle

Tend
My Words

For
My Tears
Are Inside

Share
My Love

By Giving
Meaning
To Heart

Love
Each One

My Words
Will
Have Heart.

A THOUGHT!

If
I Could
Write Your Wish


it Would Be Peace

I
Can Say The Words


I Wish You Love.

Dedicated To God


For
He
Found
Me
My Heart


His
Love
To Grow
In it


A
Tear
To Weep


Care
To Know
When
Pain is Hurt


Joy
To Know
When
Sadness Comes


Sorrows
When
Feelings Cry.


EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
2/11/89
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A POET'S QUILL



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  • My Quill is dying

    My Blotter’s wet

    My Tears are falling

    My words regret

    My Heart is hurting

    My Feeling jest

    My Soul is searching

    For Eternal rest.

    My Quill has spoken

    These immortal words

    The strokes

    I have written


    Will be the last words

    My Quill is gone

    Though I rest

    I still think,

    of the Poet’s Quest.


    To find the words

    That make us best.

    Dedicated to
    all Poets Past & Present


    A Poeatreeman

    “The Quill will be the Poet’s Soul”
    “Immortalize in Every Word!”

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    6/29/2007
    ------------------------------------------------
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A QUILLS SOUL




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The Quill will Speak

The Ink will flow

The Word well written

As Truth will know

The Blotter absorbs

The Spirit's Essence's

Lines are flowing

Through Heart and Soul

The Quill will follow

The Poet's Hand.

Remembering!

It will Speak;

At God's Command.

A Poeatreeman
Edgar Allan Prieto
7/1/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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STILL CLIMBING



FAILURE

IS THE OPPORTUNITY.


SUCCESS

IS THE GOAL.


TRY

IS THE STEP

TO REACH

FOR THE GOAL.



BOTH

WILL MOUNT

A TEST

OF YOUR SOUL.


WHICH


WILL CLIMB

THE HIGHEST GOAL ?



TRIUMPH AND DISASTER

WILL BOTH

SHARE THE ROAD.


TRY

IS THE EQUALIZER

SO LET IT

NOT REST.


IT WILL TAKE

FAILURE AND WINNING

TO SEE THE BEST.

DEDICATED TO
Ada Bree Atcheson

A POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
3/12/2010
Copyright@2010 Edgar Allan Prieto

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GOD AND COUNTRY


I can better Serve my Country
When I can Serve my God First

I can See my Country's wrongs
When God is there with me

I can help my Country right
When God is there to Show me wrong

I can Take my Country's Path
When it Leads the way of God

I can Love my Country Dearly
When God is not just words we write

In God we Trust; I Hope it is Truly
One Nation Under God

For when all is done what is Left?
The Faith you have in God

When all is Remembered
Will my Country have Heart?

I Served my God and Kept Heart Too
I Gave my Country The Best I Could

I Shared both with Heart and Love
I Served my God and Country Too

I am a better Countryman
When my Country Serves Him Too.

A Thought
There is one Course that will take me through
The Choices I made and the ones I did not do

Written For and Dedicated To My Country

A Poeatreeman

When I am Faced with doubts

Let God guide my Hand

When my Country Chooses

Let God be The Path

When my Country has doubts

There is God who is Always Waiting

Ask Him for His Views

Let God Speak to you

You will See what to do.

Edgar Allan Prieto
6/6/94
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

GOAL



A Recipe
For Success
Will Take
a Lifetime of Trying

A Recipe
For Failure
Is One Day
not Trying

Triumph and Disaster
Will Bring
You Their Goal

Count
One not Higher
For Both
will Balance
The Road

Try is
The Equalizer
So Let
it not Rest

It May
Take a Lifetime
Before
you Reach Success.

A POEATREEMAN

STRUGGLES

The Mountain is There
Yet
Life has its Highs
Take what is There
Reach
For The Stars
It will Take,
Failure and Winning
To Get You Far.

Edgar Allan Prieto
5/6/2001
Copyright @2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A STAIRWAY TO GOD





I will Try
To use my Words
To Build
A Stairway To God.

Then
I Can Take a Step
Each Day
To Take me
To The Stars.

My Words
Will be of Heart
Wrote
By Care and Love.

The Ink I will Use
Is Tears That Fell
Dipped, in Sorrows
When Hurt was Held.

The Blotters Wet
Stain
With many Tears
That Fell.

I Cannot
Wipe it Away
By Saying,
I never Felt..

A Poeatreeman

Dedicated To God

If, I Built
A Chest of Gold
Would it not
Be Better
To Put in Words.

More Precious,
That Speak of Each?

Would, not
The Heart
Be Broken
By Trying
To Carry
All the Gold?

Love
Is much Lighter
Yet Heavy
On the Soul.

Would it not
Be Best
If we all Cared
A Little more?

Than the Words
I Have to Write
Would not be Filled
With so much Tears.

Love
Would Hold Us
For The Years.


Edgar Allan Prieto
10/26/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

Saturday, August 28, 2010

THE BEST OF HOPE


















If you can
Take the Worst
make it Best

You'll Feel
that Life is
Worth the Rest


If you can
Take the Worst
and make it Small

You'll make yourself
that much Tall


If you can
Take the Worst
Look at what it is

You'll be much
Wiser for it All


If you can
Take the Worst
Deal
with its Quirks

You'll see
the Other Side
what can be Worse?


If you can
Take the Worst
Overcome
its Aims

You'll Feel
the Lesser
of its Pains


If you can
Take the Worst
Look at the Best

You'll have Shared
your Tragedies
with Some Hope


If you can
Take the Worst
Keep your Heart

You'll have Touched
the Earth
with your Tears


If you can
Take the Worst
Walk with a Smile

You'll have Said
that Life was
Well Worth While.


A Poeatreeman

TO AMERICA
9/11/2001

TO ALL THE SOULS

GOD HAS CALLED

HEAVEN NOW

HOLDS THEM ALL

TO THE STUDENTS
OF VIRGINIA TECH
(THE HOKIES )

GOD IS WAITING
FOR YOUR CALL

IT TAKES LOVE
TO REACH HIM
AFTER ALL

SORROW
DOES NOT END
WITH A PRAYER

IT BEGINS
HEALING
WHEN FAITH
IS THERE.



Edgar Allan Prieto
April 18, 2007

A POET’S NOTE

TO THE HOKIES
Satan had
His Carnage

God
will have His Day

Sorrow
is not Easy

Hate
is not the Way

Love
will not be Easy

When
Hate is in the Way

Why
Cannot be answered

So Faith
must be your Way


A Poeatreeman
Edgar Allan Prieto
4/18/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A WALK WITH DEATH



I walk
with Death
Each
day of Life

Knowing
it will be

Yet
I go on living

For Death
is not the end
The loss
would not
be living

Life
has its part
Death does too

God
opened
the door,
brought Me
on through

Until it closes
I will
walk with Him

For
God
gave Me
this moment
To walk with Him

For
when
the door closes
I will
be with Him again.

A THOUGHT!

It is not the hour
I will end

it is the end
I left
at the beginning

For
My start
was the end

My
end
was only beginning
A Poeatreeman

The Dark Side
of Life
is not Death

It is All The Shadows
You Cast On Life

All The Wrongs
You Never Made Right.

A Poet's Note

If I follow Myself
The
end will be in site

For
how far will I go
Before
the road ends?

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/13/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

THE MOUNTAIN OF LIFE








Take each stride
To step to life

In each step
Strive for best.


Take the Mountain
To the top

Carry through
all you do.


If it seems
Hard to bare

Know someone's
There with you.


Though the load
Seems more,

Than you can do

Life is only greater!
When it is shared by you.

Into life we must live
Taking each Season
To the top


In our hands
is all we can

The Mountain of life
is life itself.


As with each new peak
it must be climbed


There's only , One
Who will hold us down

Or one who will hold us up

The will to climb
above ourselves.


The Greatest
is not the Climb To the Top


The Climb who made us
Find our self.


Through all life has to do

To all we must go through

Is to find our reasons
Why we're here


To know
God is there with you..


A Poeatreeman

Edgar Allan Prieto
March 11,1986
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

I AM NOT A HERO




Just a SOLDIER
Who
Served the Cause.

Those
Who Died
are HERO'S Lost.

They
Fought
For FREEDOM
Paid the Cost.

Those
Who Suffered
Wounds in WAR
Took
the BRUNT
For Us All.

Those
INFLICTED
by The Pain
Felt
Each Care
DYING, Slowly.

Those
Who Prayed
for The End
Are
all The HEARTS

Who
want PEACE Again.

Those
Who DIED
REMEMBER
Their Loss.

They
PAID A Price
For
FREEDOM'S WAR

I AM
NOT A HERO.

Just
a SOLDIER
Who Gave it All.

I Hope
my COUNTRY
is Better Off?
I Hope
my LIFE,
Was Worth the Cost?

I AM
NOT A HERO

Just
One of GOD'S
Soldiers Now
Who
Washed
on HIS Shore.

Dedicated To
The Soldiers in Iraq
& Afghanistan

A Poeatreeman

Honor
All
Who Served
Freedom's War

For
on
Our Shores
Lies
Freedom's Door
Always
Open
to Wash Ashore.

I
Pray
We Never
Close its Door
I
Pray
it Never
Leaves
Our Shore.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/3/2005

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

When the Trumpets Blow




I hear
The echoes of a call
That once was loud
Now seems gone
Calling back
To be
Remembered.

Dare
I wake them up at all
Or should I keep them
Where they are
In
The Triumphs of the past
Where they're held
In Fond Remembrance?

Dare
I beckon to the call
Of The Trumpets
Blowing strongly
Calling back
For me to answer
Or can
I Reach where I was
Then
On top of it all?

Or will
I Fail and Lose it all
With
The Triumphs of before
Or be Remembered
For my Feats
Because
I Could not
Face Defeat?

What purpose
Do I serve?

In this Quest
For going on
To Come back
Once more
To Hear
The Trumpets
Blowing?

Will I
Serve it or myself?

For Do
I have
The Strength
I need
To overcome
All I must
Knowing
I Could Fail?

Most of all
To myself

Do
I have
The will in me
if
I answer
Yes,
Is it all
I need?

For what is it
That I want
To Prove myself
To Whom or What?

Written for And Dedicated to
Sugar Ray Leonard

Edgar Allan Prieto
Dec 15,1983

A Poeatreeman

The Greatness of Oneself
Is to Triumph over Evil
For Goodness is the Fight
You must be Win
The Rounds are not Ten
It is Minutes to the End.


A Poet’ Note

THE CROWN
Oh how I would love
To recover the crown
It’s hard to regain
When
life is wearing it now.

From A Play of Words
A Poeatreeman
6/26/2007

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

DEATH IS THE PLAY




You
cannot
rehearse
for war
today

For
death
will be
the play

What
would
the
critics
say?

I
cannot
give
my
best
reviews

It's
hell
having
to
view
this
play

The
stage
was
set
for
mankind's
death

He
played
his
part
to
the
end

Who
was
left
to
give
applause?

Death
was
the
only
one
at
all

No
tickets
bought
no
refunds
returned

No
play
could
cost
more
than
war

No
time
to
lose
before
it
starts

The
curtain
rises
before
us
all

Where
will
we
be
when
the
curtain
falls?

Play
no
part
where
war
is
fought

For
death
is
not
won
but
lost.

A THOUGHT!

One
shot to end
one
hope to live

One
play
mankind
brought
himself

One
cannot
revise
the play

When
death
has come
to take
its part

Mankind
can revise
what he
has written

When
heart
is used
before
the sword

Wait
no longer
than a day

For
life is only
here today.

A Poeatreeman

Peace
comes
at the cost
of love

Hearts
will fall
for they
took love in

Humanity
can win
when hearts
are full

Take
God in
to keep
it all.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/4/94
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

LET DEATH




Let death
not speak no more

Nor
children cry
because of war

Let
peace speak
for those who fought

The one's
we will see no more

Let
humanity show

There are
places we can live

Let
kindness serve

All those
who hate mankind

For they are
the one's
who need it more

Let
tears be our blood

For
hearts will not fall

Care
for the Injured

That
hope will not be lost

Let
us
take the world we live

Give
it all and more

Stand by it !

For
without we will fall

Let
love
help us show the way

God
who holds us all

Pray
that we may win

Lose
not one day

For
time will be gone

Give
it not one time

For
once is not at all.

A THOUGHT!

There is only one
misunderstanding !
Not to

There is only one
hope !
Not to wish
it would come true

There is only one
you !
Will you help it along?

There is only one
time !
To see it all through.

Dedicated To President Bill Clinton

A Poeatreeman

I prayed
that I would see the end

Yet
I am looking for the start

I
prayed
I would see the start

Yet
where will it end?

I prayed
from the beginning

Yet
ended on a hope

I wish
I could do more

Yet
God will give us peace.

Edgar Allan Prieto
12/8/93
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

THE BLACK HOLE


Into
The Hands of God

Out of The Darkness
Into The Light

Into
Life From Death We are Born

Out of The Perils
From Whence We Came

Into
The Knowledge
That He Will Be There

Out of Faith
We Find Our Self Here

Into
Our Travels
We Search High and Wide

Out of The Heavens
We'll Find Where We are

Into
Our Search
We'll Search with a Prayer

Out of Wisdom
We'll See Our Way Clear...


A THOUGHT!

It is only The Light I Cast Aside

That Blinds Me To What is Right

Dedicated to NASA and The Astronauts

IN MEMORY OF ALAN SHEPARD JR.

A Poeatreeman

Whatever Space Travels
You Take in Life

Make Sure God
is Along For The Ride

For it Will Be His Wings

That Will Hold You Up
When You Can't Fly

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/6/91

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

TRIBUTE TO COLUMBIA






A PRAYER ON A WING

Let me
Ride above the Clouds.

Let me
Glide on the Breath of God.

Let me
Face the Morning Sun
To see
The Glory of your Son.

Let me
Feel your Hands
Beneath my Wings
Knowing
I am Held up High.

Let me
See your World as you
Let me
Smile at all you do.

Let me
Pray with you
Each Day
That I am Always
on your Wing.

Guide me
Through the Storms
That come,
Keep me
From Falling down.

Lift me
To the Highest
as I Soar with Thee.

Take me
Through this World
With you
Until my Wings
Turn into Doves.

And you are
Holding me with Love.

A Poeatreeman

One Sword Feathered,
is a Blow for Humanity.
[All swords into plows]
War no more]

Dedicated to
NASA and the Astronauts.
UNITED STATES
AIR FORCE ACADEMY

IN MEMORY OF THE SEVEN
WHO RODE
THE TEARS TO HEAVEN
SHUTTLED BY COLUMBIA
TO ENTER INTO HEAVEN

Edgar Allan Prieto
2/2/2003
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

A LADDER TO HEAVEN











TRIBUTE’S TO FIREMEN, WHO HAVE HONORED US ALL
THEY STAND THEIR GROUND, IN SPITE OF THE COST

The FIREMEN
Were Climbing

The Stairs
To Hell

Little
Did They Know

It
Was Their Ladder
To Heaven.


They Went
Through Hell

To Help Us All
They
Showed Courage
In The Face of it All.


The POLICEMEN,
The FIREMEN

Who
Sacrificed Their Lives

The EMS
Who
Made Their Calls

They
Gave Their Best
To Save Them All.


Now
We Are Left
With Tears to Fall


How
Do We Say
Good-bye

When the Heart
Cries Out With Sorrow?

We Pray to God
Ask Him
To Help the Hour.


A Tribute To
Our Public Servants

We must Honor
Them
Each
and Every Day

Not
Just When
Disaster
Strikes the Hour.



To the People
of New York,

To the People
of Charleston, S..C.


To The Firemen
Lost
who suffered all cost

I pray Heaven
is the last place
you’ve climbed


THEY HAVE SUFFERED ONE OF THE GREATEST HOURS 9/11/01

A Poeatreeman

May God Be
The Fireman
Who
Rescues Me

I
Pray
He is on Call
Every Hour

I
Need
Him For Life

To
Keep
The Fires
From
Consuming
My Soul

I
Need Not
Burn
The Roads

I
May
Catch Fire
Before
I Am Old

Who
Then
Will
Receive
My Soul?


Edgar Allan Prieto
9/16/2001

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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A GOVERNMENTAL POLICY


A Governmental Policy
Has to be Defended

By Those who Fought a War
and against all Truth

For the First Barrel to Shoot
is Deception

Truth is not Dead
only Wounded

But we
That must Face the Guns

Are Left with a Battle
We Sometimes don't Want

To Fight For Truth
Or Our Country?

A War That Rages
In Each Our Hearts

To Commit
To all We Know is True

To Stand Up
When Our Country is Calling

What Voice do I Hear
and Who is Calling?

The Drums of War
Or Truth Being Silenced out?

I must Know Wrong
To Have the Answers

For Truth
Cannot be a Casualty For Long

And Government
Will have to Face it all

It is our Blood
That Runs in Red

It is Our Time
To make it Right

It is Our Country
That We must not Let Die

It is Our Hearts
That Can Keep it Alive.

A THOUGHT!

There are no Credits in War
Only a Sad Commentator
For Peace
Fear is not ignorance!
Ignorance is War
For Knowledge
is the Understanding
Your Enemy is War
Strike at it with Wisdom
Peace will be yours.

A Poeatreeman

It is Truth that will let us see it all

It is God that can protect us all

Dedicated To All That Held Up Truth

For You have fallen but not forgotten

One Day all will be unveiled

The Cloak of Secrecy Covers us all

For Truth Spoke The Words,

He heard what He had said

My Country must be served,

Truth will be My Guide

Honor is My Country,
If Truth is not to Hide

Loyalty is My Country,
If Right is on its Side

Duty is My Country,
If I can walk with God

Honor, Duty, Country,
Is better Served with God

Loyalty is Better given
When Truth is at its side.


Edgar Allan Prieto
10/16/92
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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THIS MESSAGE PEACE ON EARTH TO THE WORLD



Christian MySpace Glitter

THIS MESSAGE

Take This Message
way up High

To the Land
Where God resides

Upon your Wings
will be my Prayers

With all
my Hopes and Cares

Fly Strong
and Straight for me

For I am
Human
Far from God

Weakness and Strength
are my marks

Mortal
am I in all I do

On The Wings of Doves
I'll send them to you

Praying
They'll reach your Heart

If you
Should hear my Prayers

Return them
with a Touch of you

So I may know
That you are you

For the Love of you
will carry me

Through all
The Darkest Fears

If I know
you are There with me

Through all
my Doubts and Fears.

Dedicated to Ethel Bell

A Poeatreeman

I WAS HAMMERED BY SORROW
YET SHAPED BY LOVE
NOW GOD IS HOLDING ME
I FEEL MORE LOVED,

PEACE ON EARTH
DEC. 24, 2009

Edgar Allan Prieto
April 28,1986
Copyright @ 2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

UNDER THE TREE



Under The Tree
Is not once a year,
It is all through Life.

The Presents are there,
Not all will be opened

Each Day is a Gift ,
For Me to open

What I find in it,
Is the Best I put in it

For as I am unwrapping it,
I am tying the bow

The Gift I am giving,
I am making it more

I am putting My Heart in it,
So I can give more

Each Day is a Present,
I can give too

Love is My Best One,
I can give to You

Do not wait for Christmas,
To give it too

Share it Each Day,
You will have it too

No Presents to unwrap,
When Love is Open

Under The Tree,
Let Us Look To Find Peace

Under The Heavens

Let Us Look To God
To Start The Day

For No Greater Gift
Can I Give Humanity

Than To Give Love
Each Day

Keep The Heart Open
Understanding Can Be

Forge With God
That No Sword Will Be Used

Peace Will Come
When Man Loses Hatred

Hope and Love
are The Best I Can Give Today

I Added A Prayer
T
hat We would Find Our Way

God Willing!
We Will See The Day.


Dedicated To The World

For Each Heart

is One Light On The Tree

A Poeatreeman

A Poet's Note

When You Hang Your Heart Out

Remember The Tears

They Are The Snowflakes
Falling For Years

They Will Blanket Love
To Cheer The Heart

Remember To Care
You Will Light Up
Wishing For Peace
The Light Will Stay On

Hoping The World
Will Get Along

Asking God
Will Help Us All

I Pray The Hour
Will Not Be Long..


Edgar Allan Prieto
12/5/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

ACRONYMS OF NINE ELEVEN





AMERICA

AWARENESS
MAINTAINED
EVERYWHERE
REQUIRES
INDIVIDUALLY
CONSCIOUS
AMERICANS

GUARDING
OUR LIBERTIES

MUST
FIRST START HERE

WITH ME

GUARDING
OUR FREEDOM

IS NOT

A COST

THAT IS FREE

GUARDING
AMERICA

I PLEDGE

TO KEEP
HER FREE.

A Poeatreeman
From A Play of Words

Edgar Allan Prieto
9/25/2001
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

SEPTEMBER ELEVEN

SORROW
EMBRACES
PAINFUL
TIMES
ENCIRCLING
MEMORIES
BRINGING
ENDURING
REMINDERS

ENDEAVORING
LONG
EARNS
VICTORY
ELATING
NATION

A POEATREEMAN

NO NATION
WILL STAND

WITHOUT GOD

NO NATION
WILL FALL

BECAUSE OF GOD

EVERY NATION
WILL BE BETTER

UNDER GOD

ONE WORLD
SERVING GOD

WHAT IS ON
THE TABLE?

AN OFFERING
OF PEACE

THROUGHOUT
THE AGES.


FROM A PLAY OF WORDS

EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
11/9/2001
COPYRIGHT @2001 EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO

THE WORLD


To All The Nations Of The World And To Its People


"A Melting Pot"

I Will Help
It Serve
The Best It Has


I Will
Hold
It All Together

Take
From
The Melting Pot


I Will
Stir
Mix
Add To Flavor

I Will
Turn
It So
I Will Know
What Is There


I Will
Take The Spices
That are in The Pot

The
Flavor Has
The Best
Of The World


No
Salt To Add
To Change
The Brew

No
Vinegar
To Ruin
The Pot


The
Spices
Are Colorful
in Themselves

They
Add
uniqueness
To This World

Serving
All
Will Serve
Each One

Mixing
in Will Help
The Pot


Holding
All
Will Keep it
From Spilling


Bringing
God
Love And Caring

Will
Help
To Serve All Hearts


Adding
All
Will Help
The Melting Pot


Just
Serve
The World
And Know
Your Neighbor


Bring
Peace
To The Table


All
Will Share
in Giving Favor


All
The World
is Mankind's Table


One
Melting Pot
To Serve Us All


No
Sense
Spilling It Over


Who's
Going
To Clean it Up?

No One’s
At The Table.


A THOUGHT!

Human Kindness
Starts with You


Say A Prayer
To Give Peace A Start


You Will Finish
With A Friend


Give
A Friend Your Heart

You Will Have
Peace To The End..


Dedicated To The United Nations
& Peace Around The Table

A Poeatreeman

If
I Thought
Humanity
Was A Dish

I
Would Serve It
To All

To Share
In Its Goodness.



A Poet's Note

One World
To Live In


One
To Find Peace


One
Chance
To Give
All You Have


One
Time Around


One
Symbol Of Peace
One Symbol Of War


Which
One
Will You Use
To Stir it All?


Only
Man
Can Protect Peace


For
War
Will Surely
Kill Us All...



Edgar Allan Prieto
1/13/92
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto


THE TABLE

When Man
INVITE’S War


Death Will Be
At The TABLE


When
Man Invite’s
PEACE


He
Has a CHANCE


To
CLEAN The Table


If
Man CONTINUES
To War


DEATH
Will Win Once More.


A POEATREEMAN
Edgar Allan Prieto
4/6/2003
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto