Posts Tagged ‘Jacqueline

26
May
14

A President Who Cares

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Pete Souza: A soldier hugs President Barack Obama following his remarks at Bagram Airfield in Afghanistan, May 25

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President Obama steps off Air Force One after arriving at Bagram Air Field for an unannounced visit

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President Obama greets US Ambassador to Afghanistan James Cunningham and General Joseph Dunfore, Commander of ISAF and US Forces Afghanistan, after disembarking from Air Force One upon arrival at Bagram Air Field

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President Obama and Brigadier General Erik Kurilla view photos of fallen military personnel at Camp Alpha, Bagram

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‘Our War Dead’ by Jacqueline O’Boomer

We woke up this morning
Each bowing our head
For the wounded, the missing
And “our war dead”

“Our war dead”
Has such a hollow sound
Until we acknowledge it’s flesh and blood
In our sacred ground

We know for the missing souls
Who never came back
The graves on the hill
Are what grieving families lack

Many brave warriors
Left limbs behind
Lucky to come back home
But with mountains to climb

Many came back to loving arms
Waiting at the crowded dock
But they had lost their innocence
To war trauma and shell shock

A moment of remembrance
An image of sorrow
We share in their grief
On each tomorrow …

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President Obama attends a military briefing with General Joseph Dunfore at Bagram Air Field

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President Obama awards medals to U.S. troops

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President Obama does a Hawaiian “shaka” as he greets US troops

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President Obama and General Joseph F. Dunford take the stage to address the U.S. Troops

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27
Jan
14

‘The Young Man In The Photograph’

@3ChicsPolitico: A large crowd kneels in prayer in Milwaukee on the first anniversary of the assassination of Dr King May 5, 1969.

by jacquelineoboomer (@JOBoomr)

I saw the young man
In the photograph
Three rows in, on the right
After you pointed him out
And he wore a hoodie
On that day of days
And probably into that night
Back in May of 1969
When the people were
Commemorating the
Awful Dr. King assassination
We had all lived through
With them
The year before.

And so it was in so many ways
And so many years since
That another young man
Minding his own business
With his entire life ahead
Walked out onto the street
Away from the protection of his father
Wearing a hoodie into the night
And into the photographs in our minds
Forever.

Rest in Peace, Dr. King
Rest in Peace, Trayvon Martin
Never forgotten in the annals of history
And the depths of the souls
Of good people
Like you, when you thought to point out the likeness
Like us, when we understood the meaning
Good people, coast to coast
And sea to shining sea
All the good people they left behind
To pass the story forward.

© jacquelineoboomer

25
Sep
13

The Bard of TOD

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Chat away, back in a bit!

18
Sep
13

Mr. Lincoln

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Another gem by Jacqueline OBoomer

The Great Emancipator
Mocked and vilified in life
Stares down from his portrait
At the new President’s wife
My dear Mr. Lincoln
As you look down from on high
May we present Mrs. Obama
With a tear in our eye

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17
Sep
13

‘There Sits A Building’

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Beautiful poem by Jacqueline OBoomer ©

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There sits a building, painted white
It glimmers in the bright sunlight
Built by strong, dark hands, without a choice
Built to house a leader, so we’d all have a voice

There sits a building, painted white
It shimmers in the soft twilight
Shadowing strong, dark hands taking their rest
Ghosts of our democracy, who gave it their best

There sits a building, painted white
It dims its lights, overnight
Built by slaves, who also served inside
Where none thought they should ever reside

There sits a building, painted white
We tip our hats to it, day and night
Built by slaves, who’d hang their heads to pray
A man with strong, dark hands would live there someday

There sits a building, painted white
I dare to say it is still quite the sight
For a still young country, yet to fully repent
But now shining light on why their knees were bent

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10
Jun
13

Confessions of an Obama-supportin’ Original Baby Boomer

by Jacquelineoboomer (@JOBoomr)

I’m confident some of my “political” involvement matches that of others, at least of my generation. (Okay, I don’t presume to say that it exactly matches, but, at the very least, it is representative.)

I started noticing national politics as a (part-Irish, Catholic) teenager in high school, when JFK came on the scene (even the nuns were happy) and I’d race home from school to watch his wonderful afternoon press conferences.

Being from the Northeast (where we and so many people in this vast country lived in a white, middle-class bubble), I also had the awful awakening in the ’60s to what for decades (outside of our bubble) had led up to the Civil Rights movement – and what was still going on, most specifically in the South, suddenly publicized on TV news programs – and suffered along with the nation when the best of the best leaders of “our time” were assassinated.

All of it cut me to the core, and left an impression on my heart that remains today.

After that, many baby boomers set out to “change the world,” which, we are just finding out, we didn’t.

I never felt connected to politics after the ’60s … so many of us were crushed by all of the events that had occurred, at least one of which (the shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby) we watched live on our black and white TVs.  I remember thinking our nation was lost. At the very least, my generation was experiencing what later might have been called varying levels of human rights post-traumatic stress disorder.

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