I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.
“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.
I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.
The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”
I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.
I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.
I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.
It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.
That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier.
Copyright © Ed Coet
Do you remember the first time we held hands,
you said you would never let go..
Remember when our eyes first connected,
you said you would never look at another..
Remember when our lips first kissed,
you said they would never touch another..
Remember when we first made love,
a tear rolled down your eye, you promised it would be us forever..
Remember when I said goodbye,
you said come back soon, you would wait forever..
Remember when you received my letters from the front line,
you promised you were still waiting..
Remember when you broke all your promises,
when I returned you were no longer present...
Remember when you first heard of my death,
did you stop for a moment to ask yourself why?
Remember when you saw my coffin go by,
did you ever visit the broken hearted soldier's grave..
Remember when you passed every flower shop,
did you think about laying flowers on my resting place..
You need to remember or my ghost will haunt you forever,
I'm knocking on heavens door, but they don't let me in..
Whoever said love doesn't hurt, never lost their beloved,
so, please remember, so I too can say goodbye..
Silent One. 12 August 2015.
Copyright © Silent One
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
Copyright © christie mills
A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior
My dear son, Jayson
When you called late last night to let me know
You were deploying to go overseas tomorrow
In spite of my great resolve
I broke down and sobbed.
The little boy I lovingly nurtured
So witty and good-natured
So kind, compassionate, and loving
You’ll always be my sweet boy
Even though the world now sees you as a grown man.
Recalling special times when I showered your baby face with kisses
Or tickled your armpits
Howling with laughter, you would beg me
“Do it again, Mommy, I love it!”
I remember all those moments we had
At times rocky, sometimes sad
But most of all memorable and enjoyable.
I remember your growing pains
All your questions, anxieties, and mixed-up emotions
Yes, we made it through hurdles you and I
Making me laugh, making me cry
But taking that journey together was quite priceless!
You’re now a strong, valiant, young man
Willingly putting your life on the line
Many have thanked you for your service
And, my brave warrior, I am so proud of you
When I hear your humble, heartfelt reply, “Glad to do it!”
You’re just simply the best!
While you took a minute to leave the nest
I’m grateful for the extra time we were given
But I know
It’s time to let you go –
Go take your rightful place in the world.
You’ve grown wings like a fierce eagle
It’s your time to fly high! Now soar!
But remember that you are always a part of me
And even though we may no longer hold hands
We are still holding hearts.
These tear-splattered pages
Reflect my anguished heart
Knowing you’re prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for your country
I pray that you will return to me safe and sound
I love you, my hero - my precious son.
¡Vaya con Dios!
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez
My dearest Edward,
I admit things could be better.
While you've been away,
It gets colder by the day.
Terror creeps upon me as I lie in our bed,
When it does I remember what you said...
"Think of me and remember I love you,
Look in your heart where my love is true...
Know that if I could I would hold you and never let go,
Baby, I'm going to miss you so."
As I lie here feeling our son kick in my womb,
I know he will make his entrance soon.
One day soon we will be in your arms safe and sound,
And we will thank God for the love we have found.
So whilst you are away at war,
On distant shores...
I will miss you daily,
And pray incessantly... that you come home safely.
So until you are with us I will play the soldiers wife,
And go on in strife.
I hope you will be home soon,
To hold us in the light of the waning moon.
All my love until you are here with me,
Copyright © brandy uptain
I do not know?
laying in your bed
the permanent ring in the
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already
Copyright © rachel blake
He has no grave
In the fields he lies
Unburied, in the fury of battle
He leaves behind his love
A love letter in his breast pocket
All to be added to the dust
There is no cross to mark his passing
Only a memory to hold upon ones sadness
He is a lost soldier
A year has passed, his family mourns
His lover sits at the window waiting
A bullet kills you now
A wounded heart takes years to die
So quietly she both hopes and withers
A poppy in her hair, marks her despair
Armies march and armies fall
Battles won and lost as young men die
Endless is the death that pervades these lands
As the lonely soldier fades into history
His loved ones left to hold a ghostly flag
His lover never left her window
She never lost the hope within
Scared by the wounds of war she was
She carried on, yet her life was grim
Fifty years later, to this day
We all stop in silence to honor the past
A new building constructed far away
As they dug the soil that gave way
To a secret of the past
The lonely soldier but a skeleton
With a paper close to his heart
A love letter they did uncover
Postage due for sure
His tags and cross they enclosed
With words of love from long ago
So on a warm summer’s day, by her window
She saw the postman approach her house
With a faded parchment from the past
Words that would make her heart beat fast
Years upon years she had hoped
Now the answer was sadly clear
She whispered softly…
My lonely soldier died that day
His letter is now here to stay
To keep me warm until the end
Knowing his loved never waned…..
I love you dear
I hope you know
One day I will whisper this close
For now I fight to free the world
So that I may be with you
Remember me, if I should fall
That no matter where by bones may lay
My heart is with you always
Note: Late for Nov 11 as I had the flu, but better late than never
Copyright © arthur vaso
h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that
determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,
Copyright © Timothy Jacks
From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.
Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.
O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.
And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?
You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.
My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.
Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.
Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.
My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.
Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.
It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski
She descended from a far away land
I was from the backwoods
She was my life and death
I was her lover boy
They taught me simple things
Beware of seductive pretty strangers
How to drive a car very fast and true
How to meander as a tourist in blue
To drop a note inside empty walls
To see my reflection in windows tall
To pick up this and that from here and there
Cross a border or two, if I dare
She moved into my dreams
They knew I was compromised
I knew not a thing at all
So I played the spy and the clown
East German prisons and needles
Russian doctors and dreams
Tomorrow sometimes never comes
Lucky me to be so old and dumb
In the basement of a side street
A Paris jazz saloon
I sat alone
As it dawned capon me
I have no one, I am the clown
The spy that never was
Photographs dancing in my mind
Lovers dancing arm in arm along the Rhine
Swedish diplomatic moves
Vodka for both, a drunk white rose
The Russian red room was to be my tomb
I lost my lover
Pistol whipped and left for dead
Never be the spy and the clown
My only desire to touch the sea of Oland
Hope the hell I drown
Rainy days and clowns
Those days of cat and mouse
Left me alone in the old spies house
Saved the world
Lost my love
Time for me to cut my throat
Spies end up playing solitaire
Clowns end up alone
Fools drown inside vodka dreams
Lena still lives in my heart, weeping
Copyright © arthur vaso
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war
A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying
Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
long life, his number one ambition
As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed
The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late
Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right
Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right
Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight
Copyright © Mac McGovern
Present Date: December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped: December 23, 1944
From: _______ no return address but clearly overseas
To: Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold
This could not be about the man I lost
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains
An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?
Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day
Copyright © Thomas Carney
Dearest Son, you are so far away from us,
Yet in my heart thou'art here beside me always,
My little boy are you grown, a soldier standing guard
On distant shore, their to protect the great U.S.A.
But you'll always be my small miracle, whom I love
More than any anthem playing, the stars and strips forever,
No flag folded in honors respect, could make up for the loss
Of one so dear, to a mothers loving heart.
Alone at night I sit beneath the glittering stars of wonder,
And ponder do you see them too, my son from where ever
The ink on this letter maybe runny, for many nights worth
Of tears have I shed in missing thee, but I know you will return
Unto me, my dearest boy, for God the heavenly father, watches
Over thee for me.
Around your neck is the symbol of our faith, it is a mother's
Promised vow that someday your return unto those whom love
Thee most of all.
For every miles you've traveled, whatever distances separation,
Know my thoughts never stray from thee, and loves heart connection,
Binds us together forever as one, my precious son, and his devoted mother.
When soldiers come home, a band shall always play, and drums of valor
Can be heard from afar, but nothing can compare to the heart's beating
Within those family members who have been waiting, for their men to
Come home from war.
Mine is one of those drumming hearts, and I will be waiting always to
Embrace thee my little boy, whose gone to be a soldier.
Sincerely your loving mother.
Copyright © cherl dunn
To be on a hill on a tall dark horse,
With the wind
In a slight breeze
To take away the sweat from your forehead
And your steed
As look down at where you will be, with ease
Shining all in your full battle gear,
The sun reflects of all your medals of heroism
Pinned up on your chest
Shining out the thoughts of your loves, shining near
Your favorite surrounds your own heart,
You’re at and with your best
As you ready to go into the rift of blood and chaos
It is the loved ones on your mind that you protect
With your own life, as your heart will reflect
A time in your life you enjoy a tear
For yourself, as you ride out to a possible loss
To meet deaths own door without fear,
And feel more alive now than ever before
with the souls you protect
With the feelings of a man
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson
Behind paned glass, she’ll pass her days.
Eyes fixed across the frozen fields.
Her ruby smile, a thin disguise.
Betrothed to him, steadfast she prays.
On coldest day, they said goodbyes.
Forever true, with their love sealed.
The summer orchard’s ripe with plums.
She waits and cries for dreams untold,
as farm chores help her days to pass.
Her soldier's safe return shall come
when laughter climbs from greenest grass
and warm sunrays paint lovers gold.
Summer’s steps wane to fall’s swift stride.
In fiery heart, her love still burns.
As leaves rustle and gently strum,
only her cat holds tears she’s cried.
She’s lulled with neighs; the old barn hums.
His angel keeps till he returns.
A year has gone, she passes days
with animals to feed and groom.
Their bright eyes seem to understand
how fears can burrow under hay.
In uniform at altar grand,
A bride dreams of her handsome groom.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
A soldier for love
Salute to all the love comrades!
Those who laid down their dignity, arrogance for love
Those who wear rings as a gesture of the battle well fought
Today i wore my camouflage to fight my own war.
Fighting a war to resuscitate my heart
I have my AK 47 on my back ready to fight for love.
Although I have been heartbroken a few times
But i still throw out those grenades of love,
Hoping, hoping one day that I will be able to throw it and someone grabs it
I am a soldier for love
Wounded, betrayed and shot at
But still,still I continue with my struggle
I am a soldier, a man of steel
I fight for what I believe
I fight for love
My hope is not to die in this struggle
I carry the burden now for my children sake, I fire on
I am a soldier for love
I only bow down to the one I love
When it comes to love, I am always on the front line
For I am a soldier for love
Written Tawona M Ranganawa
Copyright © Tawona Mzila Ranganawa
Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.
Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me
When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart
I know, your icicles
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes
Now you’re gone,
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up
I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.
Copyright © John Paluszek
Make him A Soldier
Make him a soldier
so I won't cry anymore
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand...alone
In the dark forest
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky
Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA
And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same
Rate pulse pace...boom
it startled me
but as I gaze in his eyes
I felt a deep connection
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered
and even if life tries to poison us
we will always have each other
a million miles away from me
and as he travels from sea to sea
I think of him daily
I try to remember where we came from
Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail
So I beg you
Make him A soldier
so I won't cry an ocean of tears
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
Help me to raise my head
when he is long gone from here
When my fears are red
my soul turns blue
let me remember the purity of us
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!
Copyright © Monique Beach
War and Harmony
I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.
A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.
A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.
See you later sealed with a kiss as our throbbing groins persist.
I walk with a jolly gait in my step until I a single gold earring stubbed my toe.
Now filled with fury as I wonder whom else has been sleeping with my G.I. Joe.
Salty water now free to flow from a broken gaze as I noticed the typewriter in my peripheral.
I take a seat to compose a letter to him about how this love was to be a duo and not a Trio.
He left a half of pack on the desk within reach, he must have known that I’d be needing one.
Smoke caused a fresh pair of lungs to gasp and cough like a beginner at the end of a long run.
I pecked the keys abruptly as I added cigarette butts one-by-one to an already filled ashtray.
Which resembled a two toned rainbow of bright red and gold with its backdrop in gray.
I slip my hands into a pair of soft white lace gloves as I walked towards the nightstand.
My fury is softened as I realize that loyalty must be a requirement and not a command.
I opened the drawer to discover two plane tickets to Hawaii, paper clipped to a wad of cash.
A note which read “If you found the earring don’t jump to conclusions and leave in a dash!”
“I need your full trust so I hope and pray that your assumptions don’t lead you to act rash!”
“Oh and about the earring you will find the match to it is located in the purple velvet sash.”
I opened the sash to find an invitation, he wrote, “Please become my wife underneath the sun!”
Now feeling foolish beyond measure, I’m reluctant to read on any further, for I already feel stunned!
He said, “I hope that your search led you to a desired treasure, Please say yes, because World War II may come fast.”
“I need to know that when I return home that you will be my future from a more pleasant and harmonious the past.”
Copyright © Yvonne Clark
written 17th Sept 2013
sung by Brad Paisley and Alason Krass
Just married, he loved his new wife,more than anyone saw
a day after they where married, he got drafted off to war
Overjoyed to finally return home to his bride
he walked in, to find she was in bed with another man
With just a slight second, his heart died
pain overwhelmed his entire soul, he picked up a drink
And started to drink more every day, to try to forget
as time passed, he drank himself to death, with a note "I'll love her till I die
they buried him beneath the willow, as she watched she filled her soul with regret
left to blame herself, she began to drink his memory away
As years passed she slowly drank her pain away
they found her next to his grave, holding his picture as she passed away
They buried her beneath the willow, and they were together again
and the angles sang a whisky lullaby
So when you find your one true love, be faithful and true
for no amount of alcohol will mend a broken heart for whatever you do!
I chose this song for my mother and my father both became alcoholics after they separated and my father passed away at the age of 42years old, my mother still lives but never stopped drinking she will be 58 years old she took off with his best friend from the age of 12yrs old
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
I cannot look in your eyes from here,
To touch your soul with my gaze.
Your too far away to reach, My Dear,
To be taken in by my embrace.
My whispered thoughts cannot extend to there--
Where you are's too far away.
I can only touch the empty air
Instead of holding you near always.
So many men between you and I.
I envy each one his place.
Oh, to be at the head of that line,
Looking at you again face to face.
Wonder of wonders, fate of all fates...
I chose to be where I am:
Sitting alone laughing at regrets,
Cursing the notion "what might have been".
I wish I could steal your heart to here
And keep it captive near mine.
But hearts are only given, it's clear...
All I can do is offer you mine.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday
Strange or not
Odd and fun.
That’s not all
And still are
Strange and odd.
life is life.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move
Lies are life.
Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.
Lies are truth.
Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.
Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.
Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily
together with our broken hearts
a little life within our hands
and heavy burdens on our backs
you and i, we used to laugh
together, when the rain would fall
and when it seemed and felt like all
and everything was going wrong
you and i, we used to cry
together, we used to play
and pull the strings of life away
and then back to us again
you and i, we were one
little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
i will walk you home tonight
dont cry, everything's alright
but life's a cruel and painful game
and things are so quick to change
and it feels so hard and strange
to go on without you
i feel so lone and lost inside
long nights i have cried and cried
please tell me how can i
go on without you
its so hard to believe
you're no longer here by me
and i have tried everything
but i cant go on without you
and yet these days carry on
and before long a year has gone
ill wake up to another dawn
my friend, without you
little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
and if somehow we come to part
you'll always be within my heart
little soldier, my dear friend
11 years since you've been dead
i watch these seasons come and go
in my memories you live on
Copyright © Emanuela T.
THE GLORY HUNT
Heard the birdsong of delicate blush dawning
Dreamed the soft breath yearning kisses of my darling
Wakened to the flashing agony of wicked truth;
Veiled my trembling heart in black.
Rode old warlords down the path with swords a-blazing
Turned the valiant head of my love with his thirst for glory
Tried a secret warning in my desperate tell tale kiss;
Dead he was before he left my arms.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop
Scars, that's what endear
to a grenadier.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr
I do not know?
Its the way the breeze whispers
across my skin
and the sun caresses
in his warmth
its the way you love me
even when you’re not here
Copyright © rachel blake
No more running,
Its a curse to be a coward,
Instead here I stand,
Bold as you like,
Im prepared to fight,
Im prepared to win,
This war of ours,
And for once it will be me victorious,
And you on bended knee,
I can move on.
I’ll pick up the sword,
I’ll answer the call,
I’ll fight till i bleed,
I don’t care anymore,
Do your worst honey,
Ive seen it before,
Cut me down to size,
Make me feel pain,
Its no skin off me,
Ive moved on.
Yes there was a time,
A dark and repressive time,
When I would of died for you,
I would of fallen,
In the manner of Dido,
On my sword,
But I know now that,
You would have shed a tear,
And moved on.
There was a time,
A scary and regrettable time,
When I saw you as my saviour,
My knight in shining armour,
My Lancelot so to speak,
But i soon realised that,
If you were Lancelot,
Then I was the doomed and broken,
Lady of Shalott,
Admired by a vain and foolish knight,
Truthfully for my beauty,
But only after you stole,
The life from my body,
And moved on.
Oh you lecherous bore,
You insufferable bastard,
Im ready for you,
Do your worst,
Because I’ve come to be strong,
Im the Lady of Godiva,
You’re the grim Earl,
So have fun with your hounds,
Hades will miss you I’m sure,
The Powers will blind you,
When you see the compassion,
The brilliance and the innocence,
That i have kept hidden for too long,
Its time I moved on.
Copyright © Alys Inside
I Truly Do Love
Many tear on my pillow
Oh, Baby I truly do care, even though I'm so far far away.
I am a sad solider, must fight this battle,
I saw my friend, others get for killed for no reason.
This blood bath makes me sick, I've so many nights, all these
people wanted is to be free, just too be free....
What's makes me so sad, America, my home, takes freedom for granted.
I can this self destructing from within and no one seems to care.
I'm a Solider, I come home to fight another battle, All I want to see freedom
To continue to ring, because I truly care.
When do I come home, a get have ass thank you from my country, no help for brothers fought so hard to let freedom ring. Because truly do love ya, yet we cry in silence, because went country continue to free and we to free from what we've seen.
If it wasn't for you baby, I would have gone crazy. I'd be nothing without out you girl and Thank God for sticking by me. I Truly do Love, I truly do Care.... Love you girl!!
Copyright © Kimberly Lowe-West
Let me tell you a true story.
Hopefully to show God’s power and His glory.
Two army buddies, friends that went A.W.O.L.
Absent without leave a military crime, a foul.
Two young men scared in Saigon, not more than eighteen.
Came over together from Oakland meeting, both young and green.
Naïve they were and pretty scared too.
Made a deal on the plane, “You cover me, I’ll cover you.”
Madness, chaos, helicopters flying around in the air.
Daytime, night time, the rumbling and thumps where constantly there.
The outside perimeter, with Saigon close by they kept vigil, they protected.
Turns out the two soldiers, disillusioned with the killings became dejected.
So tired of the killings, bombings they met a bar owner and stayed with him.
Each night you had to be in at 7:00 the curfew set in.
MP’s Vietnamese and Americans patrolled the streets for movement, watching within.
So the bar locked up good and tight you were their for night, till the dawns light set in.
Two soldiers In a Hotel-Bar- Brothel, and a vicious civil war.
Knowing when returning to base they would have some emotional scars.
One night late two weeks from camp the soldiers awoke to a flash shattered glass a rocket had hit the hutch next door.
Two soldiers hearing the cries and screams of woman and children, the innocents the poor.
Screams, cries desperate and whimpering could be heard inside the hut.
Let’s face it they were in the worse way bleeding and cut.
The five trapped had a soldier that didn’t care if he was AWOL; all he cared about was getting them out of the fire.
The soldier went in an out three times and he didn’t tire.
Looking back at the incident the other soldier aided the burnt and suffering as help arrived.
Without them these people never had a chance, they were caught off base, yes. But they were blessed and these people survived.
They for sure have the love and appreciation of the people they saved that day.
So in that moment that time they didn’t care of the race of these people they were humans and it didn’t matter to the two soldiers no way.
What happened to them? They were given a court martial an undesirable discharge, sent home.
What would you have done if you were the one?
Not even twenty finished with the war, the greatest lesson here is if they weren’t at that hotel, they wouldn’t have ever discovered that all are human.
In the midst of all the chaos, killing, mayhem, gave these two soldiers the love knowing that innocents needed help and they did for their fellow man
Copyright © Robert Ball
who can tell a person is wrong or right?
day-to-day each one is a hired soldier..
fighting in their own battlefield..
not to kill a criminal or a terrorist..
rather a person striving for better life..
who can definitely say one's reason for living?
allow me to say that each one is struggling so..
one reason maybe is to earn a living..
one reason maybe is to gain power..
or this maybe one reason to share God's love...
who can tell hundred percent that such person can do harm?
isn't it, only by giving into chances that you can know one person..?
isn't it, through God's eyes we are all equal despite who we are here on earth..?
isn't it , through genuine acceptance that divisions and differences are broken?
isn't it reaching out is fine but alright?
sad to say that persons judge without knowing..
sad to say persons can conclude without even investigating..
sad to say, persons who are educated will look at others just by their race..
sad to say, persons outcast and demeans another person because of looks..
hired soldiers we maybe everyday..
true to say, we must on guard to others..
we must be vigilant to stay protected..
we must use all resources in us to keep living..
however, must we be hired soldiers to condemn and persecute innocence?
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo