Old Glory, USA

By Cheyene Lopez

Its simple I wanted a different title that is catching to the very heart of the public.So I chose "Old Glory USA" which I think to be of fitting to our nations flag, stars and stripes with our every star placed upon it in heart,joys or even ups and downs our own struggles,I think this point America is ready for something new. America is ready for the new ups of something.And that is my hopes through this rare poetry book series.I come to place as I call to be,we're in a time which America needs new found celebrations.I believe in country,peoples and God most of all united for one greater America.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cheyene Lopez
• Release date: Jan 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465826473

Cheyene Lopez

I am as most of you know me as Cheyene Montana Lopez. I am now an Independent Recording Artist and I will improve each song I promise you. I am a musician. More than all I am a designer which I draw abstract arts and I put them in online retail stores like Zazzle.com Wordans.com Redbubble.com pistolclothing.com and Cafepress.com. Over years I have been blessed as an artist with gifts unique. I am a published book author and writer. To this date I am a published book author and writer more than all. so far in this life this world, I have written and published in all 279 book titles, which I publish with America Star books, CreateSpace.com and Amazon.com I publish those in paperbacks. I publish my e-books with Amazon Kindle.com Smashwordscom Booktango.com Bookcountry.com Bookrix.com . I publish hardcovers with LuLu.com. I am also an avid photographer. I sell my photography in online sites as Oarttee.com Spoonflower.com Minted.com FineArtAmerica.com Imagekind.com Artpal.com and many other sites online. I am worldwide. I am on some 70 sites in all and continue to grow. My fan base grows day by day. I am most of you know to be a native of Alabama. I grew up in a small town of Collinsville,Alabama. I grew up on a hundred acre small farm, in a foster home atop Lookout Mountain in northeast Alabama. I am always using my free spirit in soul, heart and mind, it sets me at ease. Its just me who I am and I like me the work I do and what I have done this world and life. As a boy growing up in those mountains often as a young boy I would complete my works for the day. when t came close to sunset I wanted to be just me and be wild. at that point I never knew poetry nor the power and the beauty of words. I used to go off to the woods I'd often go pick my mother and grandmother fresh bouquets of buttercup or dandelions from down in nearby woods. Often I would take an old wired tablet and an ink pen or pencil with me. I would go to the pine woods sit on old hills by this old spring. I'd listen to frogs croaking, birds singing and chirping away or crickets sing. This was not long after rains. The hills of Alabama, that old farm many times I ran barefooted. I remember dirt roads and fields where dust settled when breezes of winds settled down from blowing hard. On that old paper one day I would either begin to draw or write just words which came to me out of no where This point I begin to nourish knowledge and wisdom. It all just came from no place to be me, words spoke me in heart and solitude, and I became those words feelings. Words spoke than I could speak by mouth, they poured down from me. I guess you could say it all became encrypted in me. This was my escape from hatred and pressures. I'd gone through alcoholism with my real father and being abused. I this rejected that way of my real father and all he did to me my sister and brother my first six years of life which I was so close to death. Those years pretty much tears rolled down on in me. Many times I was name called made fun of given up on. In High School I remember I hated home work and class so much I skipped. More or less I never made what I should of and that was doing better. I was even failing in grades. One year I had to take English lit all over again. One day I was given an assignment to write a love sonnet poem which is a rhyme scheme style of poetry or verse stanza. Something right then and there pulled and tugged at me. I was making failing grades. I took the good in with the bad, its like I became a new person. Something inside me changed. The words of beauty took over me so I became them too a living feel a soul of it. The day I wrote that sonnet for class I discovered what my call was. For years I put writing to a side. I let it go. One day storms woke me, there it still stood that feeling to write. So in 1988 I wrote as an amateur. I was critiqued. I wrote a poem titled "Alabama" which won me the Golden Laurete Poet Of The Year Award with the World Of Poetry. It stood strong all of it then and there before me, my fate, my destinies road.In 1988 is when I begin to seek out and to try to find myself a book publisher. My first manuscript was one I typed and placed this manuscript into the copyright office of the Library of Congress. Then in 1988 I won a second award with the same company for my poem in honor of my late sister Shelia who died in 1967 of starvation and pneumonia. That poem title was " Little Sister" which I won Honorable Mention Award for that poem,from that moment on awards came. Today here I am. "I have roads many in all which I have gone and traveled paces and steps. Still miles to go for doors to open for me worlds await." A couple months back I met a wonderful friend Jasmine whom has given me new roads, new inspirations. Jasmine really inspires me a lots. She is a hero to me. I wrote a song which I put out on YouTube in honor of her for her birthday. And Jasmine I know your out there I feel your spirit presence that awaits me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for inspiring me new. Your such a great and terrific friend for me and for anyone for that fact. In coming weeks and months keep posted even years to come for Jasmine. For she herself is an up and coming author and songwriter plus a musician herself. She and I plan on writing some books coming in time together so keep posted. Jasmine is already helping me now. This is for you and happy late birthday to you my true friend my hero. I want to thank you all my friends and classmates from present to back to 1979 for you are all as like family to me more and more so everyday the world over.

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Copyright © Monday May 17,2010

Written By: Cheyene M. Lopez

Special note of interest:

I acknowledge places names or times mentioned in this book to be fictional. Any such is unknown to the best of my ability. Only name to be true is that of my Lord God or his son Jesus Christ who died for us on Calvary and yet lives today. This truth I live to proclaim today.

Dedication:

As this will be my last poetic book of patriotism for the year 2010.I give praise to every man and woman in military uniform serving our country for life and duty in keeping liberty free. But more than all I give special not of honor unto our Lord for his hands to protect and keeping USA freedoms.

Acknowledgment:

A toast to honor and love goes out to Patricia A. Lopez, my hopes and dreams a lifetime to whom I love dearly as long as I live breaths. This goes out to you Patty of all my heart a very special love and appreciation. In honor of you. Thank you sweetheart.

About this book:

Its simple I wanted a different title that is catching to the very heart of the public. So I chose Old Glory USA which I think to be of fitting to our nations flag, stars and stripes with our every star placed upon it in heart, joys or even ups and downs our own struggles, I think this point America is ready for something new. America is ready for the new ups of something. And that is my hopes through this rare poetry book series. I come to place as I call to be, we're in a time which America needs new found celebrations. I believe in country, peoples and God most of all united for one greater America.

And so now it gives me great heart and pleasure to present to you: Old Glory USA. God Bless everyone and enjoy it.

Blessed Be Our Country

Good times, high hopes, Blessed be our country

Blessed is America by God's grace.

Shine on light, shine on America, so bright.

God bless our country, land of freedom.

We've gotta be rising stronger America.

Blessed be our country, America so free.

Only on American soil, I stand affirmed.

America my country tis of thee, God bless the USA.

America hold heads high, eyes up to God above.

My America, I love ere so, Blessed be our country still.

Blessed be our country, world over.

America let me hide in you.

America land of dreams.

Lands of sweet grace upon thee, America.

Let me sail away with thee, blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country, land of nation so young.

Take me home again dusty roads.

America, land of sweet liberty, sweet times of prayers.

America, take me back to America.

Blessed be our country tis of thee.

Blessed be our country, sweet liberty.

I die for America, God shed his grace for thee.

America, blessed be our country, crown you, crown you the whole world through.

Blessed be our country that be so.

Blessed be our country, my Lord I love thee ever so.

Blessed be our country, so proud.

Blessed be our country, so free.

Blessed be our country, America I love ever so.

Blessed be our country, land of liberty.

Blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country.

Land of liberty.

Blessed be our country.

Blessed be our country lands of liberty.

Blessed be our country land of liberty and democracy evermore.

Red, White And Blue

Red, white and blue.

One country, a