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W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Give me that controller, I command with a shout
After this game and don't be a lout
Modern Warfare my dad adores
I know what I like, it's Halo 4
New games and new tactics we must learn swiftly
Gaming's the best on Xbox 360
T ake home a plump turkey and invite him for the night
H ave plenty of cornbread stuffing to do him up right
A sk grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunts too
N eighbors can come if they don’t bring a crew
K itchen reeks with homemade pies in the oven
S ure smells sweet, lots of home cooked loven
G ather the clan at the table for a blessing
I gnoring everyday life that was depressing
V ent to God what life dealt you throughout the year
I nclude thanks for every armed force volunteer
G iving freedom of choice to every new pioneer
D ivide the tribes into a flag football game rouse
A fter quiet digestion of the entire house
Y ield to a fun sport in a gaming carouse
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Tired is not the word for how I feel,
Homeward bound from another day of work,
Enjoying the ride that becomes a perk,
During pen sessions, not behind the wheel.
A nice hot shower, and a home cooked meal,
In the comfort of the home where I lurk,
Leaving behind the memories of jerks
Yelling at me for a consumer deal.
Relaxation becomes my short term goal,
Enveloped in a blanket on my bed,
Positioned as still as a lump of coal,
Organizing the thoughts left in my head,
Resting my un compromised, weary soul,
Trying to forget every word said.
Family stays together
Only till forever
Remember the laughter
Else you forget what matters
View life like its your last
Everything always moves too fast
Rarely do we treasure the
Happiness that enters
Moment can be a precious thing
Hanging around here, nowhere to go
Ominous darkness, zero below
Many will pass by, turning their head
Enveloped by warmth, when kind words are said
Liquor, it fills me, takes me away
Escorting me back, to that happier day
Shallow are many who cast judgement on sight
Seeking out refuge, praying I'll be alright
Support our troops I do
Uncontrollable the world it may be
Put your life in the line so I can live a free life
Protect and serve your country you do perfect
Over here and there you represent America
Return to your home safely I will pray so you will
Today I wish you the best of luck so you can live to tell another day
On the front line you may be
Utilize your weapon is hard not too
Replace you guys and girls no one ever will
Today I thank you
Return home safe someday
Over there you are
On the front line you might be
Perhaps when your home you can finally be happy
So support our troops for they give their lives for our freedom
So much for that in my childhood.
Irrational idioms slinging often.
Loads and loads of arguing.
Everyday from 6am to 6am.
Not at home anymore in my own place,
To get over him.
No night I had peace had to go to bed angry at dad.
I hated the awful experience of him opening Hell's
Gates with his hurtful words of hate towards me, my mom, and others
He did not love. He loved some but not all
The awful turbulent troll rolls in guilt while I'm at my own home with silent nights.
Be and live in your beautiful house, a house where God lives,
Everyday a miracle, where you are at home to be yourself,
A sound that you live with, reverent silence, divine music,
University passages learned and miraculous,
Teaching us to continue to enhance our lives, to read and write philosophically,
I know that as a senior you continue to learn all your life,
Fresh and nutritious foods you prepare yourself,
Universal companionship, relatives that bless you with their loving care and kindness,
Living God's principles, Sundays a favored day with the church of your choice,
House weathered many storms, each year becomes more beautiful, more sacred,
Original ways of decorating and making your home comfortable,
Unity with routines and day and night living,
Sacred all the while contemporary, selective fashions,
Etiquette and good manners a pleasure to be with, living with God.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz