RAINBOW

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Most everyone dislikes negativity and anything that makes us struggle or unhappy. But I wrote this poem to show it’s vital to experience each side of life’s equation to fully and properly equate!
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RAINBOW

Some people complain too much about the rain.
And some simply pine too often for sunshine.
Then curse it just like the rain when there’s too much,
Though there was just enough to make a rainbow.

Then there are those who need laughter all the time.
And always pray it will keep their tears unwept.
Yet both are needed in equal proportion
To appreciate rain and sunshine the same!

For such is the way things are and have to be
To keep the world going and always turning:
You need rain and sunshine to make a rainbow.
And laughter and tears to appreciate life.

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YOU DESERVE TO MEET TED HASSON’S MEET THE ODDSMAKER!

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With over 40 five-star reviews (26 on them on amazon.com!), Meet…THE OddsMaker is fast becoming a phenomenon in the book-reading world! “Riveting, exciting, scandalous, sad, funny, uplifting, powerful, addictive, compelling, incredible and inspirational” are only a few of the superlatives that reader-reviewers have enthusiastically coined to described this seminal true-life story by author Ted Hasson.
Meet…THE OddsMaker will be available in hardcover soon. But you can order and own your very own copy in ebook by going here: http://tinyurl.com/k4m9b4p. And check out some of the reviews while there. You will believe!

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READING SOMETHING GREAT IS THE ULTIMATE!

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Imagine yourself as the proverbial David from The Bible and finding yourself surrounded on every side by an almost endless multitude of Goliaths, all poised to ruin and destroy you with haste and extreme prejudice! Imagine yourself betrayed by loyal co-workers and friends and with no one left but one deathless individual and a handful of devoted followers who believe in truth, justice and love as always a few only do.

Now imagine finding the needed strength and courage inside you to do battle with these Goliaths, and prevailing against them as only tireless strength and courage can! Truly then, you are ready to Meet…THE OddsMaker. And meet Ted Hasson!

For his story is a true and real one, and one you will not put down once you start reading it. The words “good” and “great” fail to describe the experience. You simply need to join Ted Hasson in his epic journey and experience it yourself.

Already a three-time bestselling novel, Meet…THE OddsMaker awaits you here: http://tinyurl.com/k4m9b4p. Are you ready for the ride of your life?!

FRIENDS OF HSR LOVE HSR COMING TO TEXAS!

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Wherever high speed rail and bullet train projects are being advanced and moving forward in America is a big deal to us at FRIENDS OF HSR, and a cause to celebrate and feel giddy. Case in point, is this salient article and report on the progress of bullet trains coming to Texas. That’s Texas, USA!

Take a read. And celebrate and feel giddy! Here: http://texasrailadvocates.org/2017/05/30/following-legislative-session-its-full-speed-ahead-for-texas-bullet-train/

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Somewhere

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There is a chapter in an incredible novel I cherish that is called “Love Is All.” It is one of my favorite chapters in a book, and it inspired me to write this poem.

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SOMEWHERE

Somewhere out there
I know I will find you,
someone kind and gentle and fair,
who has also stood in the darkness,
alone and endlessly,

but never let it blind you.

For somewhere out there
I know you will find me,
beyond the darkness, and above,
the world so harsh and cruel and bare.
To come and caressingly remind me

why we must never give up on love.

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Memorial Day Grave

MEMORIAL DAY GRAVE

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This is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters who have worn the uniform, walked the wall, stood on hollowed ground, suffered the grief of loss, known the heat of battle, tasted defeat and victory, shared the company of comrades, broken bread with kindred souls, and donned the tags for flag and country! And especially to all those who gave “the last full measure of devotion.”

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MEMORIAL DAY GRAVE

In granite, marble and simple stone blocks
Dates and names are carved in endless number:
Cemeteries of brave devotion in rows and walks
Where the slain heroes of our nation slumber.
Oh, Maytime celebration and tradition
Evoke such remembrances and respect:
A brief tribute, a toast of recognition,
A day to honor the dead and reflect.
For flag and country these battles were fought
And these precious lives we sacrificed and gave.
With their blood, peace and liberty were wrought:

Once a year, freedom lives in a Memorial Day Grave.

Marching bands and smirking, festive parades pass by
And wreaths are strewn among frolicking picnic crowds.
Darkness exhumes these tombs of infinite earth and sky,
And patriotism decays beneath holiday shrines and shrouds!
But in some small contrite gestures of impious shame,
A lonely banner is left above each passive stone,
Until another desolate war and another forgotten name
Are added to the hallowed rows lying sullen and alone.
And though the flags fly wild, they are worn and old,
And the endless stretch of graves is covered with neglect.
Though the hours of tribute may be a thousandfold,

From life, there is no greater gratitude death can expect!

Yet here, with my own modest offering to place above
The sepulcher of one who sleeps loveless and forlorn,
I grope to ponder the essence of freedom and love
That I am sanctioned on holidays to honor and mourn!
For what is patriotism, but cemeteries of lost causes?
When none dare counts or remembers the losses?
Who in their comfortable havens of liberty and security
Can surrender these sacrosanct stones to holiday obscurity?
The flowers wilt and rage amidst the Maytime solitude
As last year’s old, tattered flag I stoop to claim and save.
The shameful dirge is silenced and darkness is renewed,

While freedom lies dead again in a Memorial Day Grave.

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The 59 Vets Project Knows What Memorial Day is. Do You?

THIS IS MEMORIAL DAY

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Tomorrow is Memorial Day. It is not a holiday. It is a day of remembrance, commemoration and observance. A day to remember our fallen heroes and all the military members of the U.S. Army, U.S. Navy, U.S. Air Force, U.S. Marine Corps, U.S. Coast Guard and all reserve/national guard units who fought and died and gave “the last full measure of devotion” to our country and so that all of us may live in freedom and liberty.

Memorial Day is to remember and honor all these valiant souls.

Thus, it is our sacred duty and greatest honor for all of us here at the 59 VETERANS PROJECT to observe, respect and devote tomorrow, Memorial Day, to all who have served and fought and died for the United States of America. So…

Bugler, commence TAPS!
Veterans and military personnel, PRESENT…ARMS!

All Americans, HAND SALUTE!

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