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Somehow people live with them
I am alive again
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The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the damn ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.
It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh pot be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.
In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
“And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet ass time
When the silver moon tangoes out, with a lyrical hum,
And my heart beats like the gentlest drum.
Then, does my warm breathing hearspeed,
Oh, it is then, you, just you, I so lovingly need!
Come here, oh so close, bright, sweetheart of mine,
Crystal Anniversary glasses of chilled, Chardonnay wine.
It is then..that with moonlit tears do I awaken,
The sad realization, by God, was ‘twas years ago you were taken!
O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
Fair play didn’t quite feature
when reason absconded;
war and peace polarised.
When their ideals clash,
men rip, tear
hair by roots.
Didn’t they care
rare courage
found in lair?
Well, it's inspection time again!
The Boys in the Barracks are wiping,
buffing, spit-polishing, belts and buckles...
Lest they feel the Wrath of their D.I.'s Knuckles!
Now, once they're all prepped and polished,
Some may soon find...their world demolished!
silence falls...Quick footsteps down the hall...
Not, One, Soul, Is, BREATHING...At ALL!
ATTEN-SHUN! BARRACKS READY FOR INSPECTION SIR!
AS YOU WERE CORPORAL! What Have We Got HERE?
You MAGGOTS! Look like something that...
Got PAID!, Got LAID!!, and then...Got...FRAPPE'D!!!
YOU...CALL...YOURSELVES...MARINES???
CUZ, I'VE GOT A BETTER DESCRIPTION!... LADIES!!!
PRIVATE KLUTZ!!!, STEP FORWARD!!!
THIS...is what the H, E, double Hockey Sticks...I MEAN!
What the HELL!...is that...GACK!!!...on your RACK???
It looks like...you Lost your PAY...Playing...POKER!!!
Couldn't AFFORD...to get...LAID!...
Couldn't AFFORD...to Get... FRAPPE'D!!!
Then YOU...told...ALL...The Others...YOUR BROTHERS!!!
YOUUU!...FELT SICK...BUT INSTEAD...WHIPPED YOUR WICK!!!
IF YOU PREFER TO BLOW...GUNK!!!...ON YOUR...BUNK!!!
THEN...SAVE YOUR GRAVY!!!...AND...JOIN...THE...NAVY!!!
AS YOU WERE...PRIVATE!!!
My ground is pretty solid
My statement is really worth
I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force
I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense
My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence
My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense
Use power of sonics
The diligent phonies
Physics of cyber dense
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
I am from nowhere
And everywhere
My home is with the open road
And the setting sun
On the horizon of the Pacific
Bravest Sons of India – Neuve-Chapelle, 1915.
(Linking Pin Sonnet – Dr. Joseph Spence Sr. Style)
India’s sons marched where guns roared in flame,
Flame lit their path as the Lahore men onward pressed,
Pressed with the Meerut through wire none could tame,
Tamed only by hearts in brave Garhwal dressed.
Dressed for the storm, Gurkha steel cut the way,
Way through the fire where the Kaiser’s men stood,
Stood firm for the flag in that Flanders day,
Day paid in blood for the world’s greater good.
Good men they were, yet no grave bears their name,
Name clearly carved instead on memorial white,
White stone in France tells the tale of their fame,
Famed in the East, now in every nations’ sight.
Sight holds their valor where red poppies still sway,
Swayed by the winds, they march with us today.
© USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Jospeh S. Spence Sr. August 12, 2025. All Rights Reserved.
In real missile defense
There is this notion
These are native to you
And these are foreigner
SVOI CHUZHOI
In Russian language
This missile is GOI
There was this shameful event
VINCENNES
And we hit AIRPLANE
passenger iran 655
It was HUMAN MISTAKE
it wasn't intended
but it is victimizing
via bias of people
taking action for a sign
I hate myself for this mistake
MY THE COMMANDER
MISS make take
try solving this as psychiatrist
as spy as physicist
BUT DO
I hate being looping in this hook forever
where is this deepest depth the dag
THE SCOOBY DOO
All I wanted was something to eat,
what you gave me was disrespect.
This fight in me belongs to each of you,
we all live under the American flag.
I put on the uniform I held up a rifle
to protect all of you from harm’s way.
You think that would warrant a smile.
At the very least? Simple kindness.
The country I was willing to die for,
how quick it turned it’s back on me.
Still I’d do it all over again for her,
maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.
I know love isn’t always reciprocated?
But damn, I fought for you to be free.
ON TV hey say mothers are heroes and schizophrenics high
If birthing and bringing the child is so difficult
Remember the story of mine
You are standing legs in radioactive water
You know you life will soon end
But you are doing the job because you should because you can
Because you must
Because you have to
and tears drop from eyes of mine as I am telling story this
Computer I work with is called MUSTANG
The wild horse vulnerable to victimization
The military stance the snake and snake the whisperer
THE DANCE
A lot in system yours requires the repair
the military and the judge the pension really is the high
but they are the corruption
this is WHY
IN THIS I MAKE THE POINT
I WANT BEING USEFUL
IN THIS ASPECT WITH KATE THE GENERAL I DO MAKE SENSE
I WILL TRANSFORM
I WILL BECOME THE SUBJECT OF THE CHANGES
KATE
CAN YOU FORMULATE THE ECONOMICAL REFORM
If you pay pension
To the military people
And don't pay to the real heroes
Who are doing real job
Working for you as OP
I really wonder
How is bureaucracy the apparatus
This of yours is really broke
* Inspired by song THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS - REPRESENT
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