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Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

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They are young and their faces are like rosebuds,
and they go where freedom is not sought but totally suppressed,
they may die and yet their words attest what they promised;
see their flag flapping high, rise to salute those lads!

A distraught soldier weeps as he puts down his heavy rifle, 
another comforts him by saying," It's a sacrifice done with a cause! "
He attempts to smile, but resumes his crying with a curse;
his buddy responds to that, " We'll be heroes, many we'll tremble! "

" To die this young on foreign soil and have no wife and kids? "
He replies with an unconsolable sob. " I'll be dead and under a big draped flag,
never seeing again my adored land, family and friends...
is this sacrifice worth a life just began and already turned into a dirty rag? " 

" I may die before you do, " his camrade says with truthful conviction,
" You will go home and start a family with my blessing
and I will make sure that no harm comes to you! " he murmured trembling;
" Lay down and sleep, I will pray for divine intervention! "

Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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.

Details | Ballade | |

Paying back what I owe

Paying back what I owe.

I guess that some are wondering
Why I’m writing all this stuff
About the man John Sherman
Maybe you’ve had enough
But I owe the man so much
He taught me how to be
A man who lives more in the moment
With a heart and soul that’s free.

I was angry, rude and antisocial
I had no friends at all
No one wanted me around
I’d drive them up the wall
With all  my foolish paranoid
And the hatred deep within
I tried with everything I had
To quell the nasty din.

But then I read Johns message
As I did surf the net
He told me ’do one little act!!’
And I have no regrets
That I did take the mans advice
For look at me today
My happiness is my success
And joy, it is my way.

Now I’m a very loyal man
I must pay back what I owe
John and Carla changed my life
So I want the world to know
I make me no false promises
I just say look and see
It doesn’t cost nothing at all
But it made a brand new me.

13 July 2013 @ 1208hrs.

Details | Narrative | |



Because of the missing sword
A soldier falls,
And another,
And another,
And another…

When was their birth?
What hastens their death?
Christ paid the debt
He fought with that sword
Till all forces bow…

But for this missing sword
A soldier crumbles,
And another,
And another,
And another…

They are well dressed:
In military attire
But are armed with brass weapons:
With spears and rifles!
Where is the amour, the shield,
the breastplate, the helmet and the sword?

Yet, for the want of that sword
A soldier falters,
And another,
And another,
And another…

On mountain tops,
Hills and valleys:
Day and night;
Toiling, preparing and waiting
To combat the enemy,
But never search for the missing weapon.

Still, for the want of that sword
A soldier dies,
And another,
And another,
And another…

Their camp is ravaged
Each soldier for his dear life;
The night of horror came
The dawn of victory followed
Each soldier remembers the missing weapon
From their hidey-hole, loudly they scream,
“The sword! The sword!! The sword!!!”

Will the sword ever be found?
No army is declared the Champion
Without going through a battle;
No victory is secured
With the parade of cheap weapons;

Then a soldier returns
And another,
And another,
And another...

And... the SWORD was found
Removed from its sheath; and sharpened
To fight the good fight
And take their rightful place

Then a soldier fights,
And another,
And another,
And another…

Now... the SWORD was found
The army of God has risen
With bleeding skin
And broken bones.
Like the dried bones, they are awake:
Covered with the sinews of faith,
And filled with the breath of fire
To thresh mountains
And dominate their enemies.

Then a soldier lives,
And another,
And another,
And another...

The camp is restored
The enemy is destroyed
An exceeding great army has risen
To root out and to pull down
To destroy and to throw down
To build and to plant…

Then a soldier rejoices,
And another,
And another,
And another...

Details | Rhyme | |

In the Midst of It

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

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The American Soldier

We are all the colors a Patriot depicts,
the red’s the blues and whites a mix.
We honor the soldier’s creed till death,
protecting our nation with every breath.

Quitting is not an option you’ll see,
for a soldier’s pride and honor succeeds.
A soldier’s mission will always come first,
hungering for freedom with a thriving thirst.

The American Soldier, our warrior of choice,
will serve their people will a victorious voice.
They are comrades in arms, till the very end,
no one left behind, fellow man they’ll tend.

The American Soldier doesn’t accept defeat,
heroically they’ll fight, in the cold and the heat.
They are the guardians of freedom we forget,
the American Soldier does not identify regret.

Our way of life is because of their strength,
for decades they’ve served at every length.
The American Solder conveys honor and pride;
for fallen soldiers, many tears they have cried.

Honor our troops, for freedom is not free –
it’s the American Soldier whose provided liberty.
Take a moment to praise the dedication and pride,
of the American Soldier that never dies…….

Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I

Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.

Details | Free verse | |

One Last Breath

When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.

When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.

Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in: 

Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...

Details | Couplet | |

One Month Down

One Month Down

I wake up when he calls in the middle of the night, 
He says for our country that he’s proud to fight. 
I close my eyes and I push away worry,
I talk about things that are cuddly and furry.
I won’t relax until I can hold him again, 
But if anyone can do this, it’s got to be him. 
I’ll always hope and I’ll always pray
That my favorite soldier comes home someday. 

I’m honored to support him and proud to be his wife,
He’s my everything. He’s my whole life.
It’s hard to imagine that he’s already left,
And taken my heart, now that’s petty theft.

My soldier inspires me to care and to love,
And I keep praying to our Lord up above
For his safe return and a happy marriage,
And someday a mini-soldier in a blue and white carriage.

I miss the way he rests his hand on my face, 
I’m hopelessly clumsy but he only sees grace.
I can’t cook, but he doesn’t care
Because when we order take-out, I always share!

I am very fortunate to be with him, 
Because he gives to our country again and again. 
I’m never alone because he’s close to my heart, 
On earth or in heaven, we’re never apart. 

I wonder what my soldier is doing right now, 
And if he’s sad or scared or anxious somehow. 
I love him more today than ever before, 
And tomorrow I’ll love my soldier just that much more. 

Please come back to me, soldier, safe and sound. 
Eight more months until you’re homeward-bound.

Details | I do not know? | |



Details | Free verse | |

The Watcher

The Watcher 
The Watcher 
When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in 
sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed 
in tattered cloth; homespun gray, and eaten by the moth of strang decay 

“No livery”,  He cried  “no making strides in death”  “my life has ended on this 
There is a plaque in place to mark this day it says on 

The Plaque 

 Friday June 13, 1864 PFC Dreardon Age 14 was marking time in a prisoner 
exchange at BENTON creek when he was shot by Federal Forces. The miniball 
penetrated his left sleeve and took off his arm. He bled to death. 
His body was torn and bleeding so forlorn the tatters of his homespun sleeve 
stayed hung upon his stump of arm there. 
War is something no one cares for Mr. Sherman. 
MOFW 1964, June 13 Commerative 

The watcher was on the water making footprints on the surface when the Federal 
Forces under Sherwood marched into the History. He seldom interferes with 
history but makes the markers seem to be the truth. He saw the miniball tear off 
the soldiers sleeve the man had been a prisoner just released this crime is not 
unpunished the man that pulled the trigger is lying in the river at the Watchers 
feet. The Watcher broke his prime directive and almost gleefully erected the 
YANKEE soldier in the mud. 
A Watcher is no more A Watcher for when he acted he lost his power over water 
and he stands upon the battlements no longer but He is tearless in his vigil of 
the bridge. 
Every Friday on the 13th of the Month of JUNE of every year that has its ending in 
a FOUR, he gives a shudder of relief certain that his judgment has not been 
The rebel soldier gives a rebel yell and leaves the bridge. 
The Yankee minion that has shot him just turns over once and lies back in the 
mud. For this is judgment. 
The Watcher roars. 

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Agape Love- part 1

He could hear the sounds of boots as they drew even closer,
The key turns and he listens for the scraping echo of his door opening,
Rough, calloused hands grab at him, releasing him from his chains,
Cursing they kick at him, his battered body and mind screams, 'Not again!'

He is dragged through the prison courtyard and outward to the paved street,
The light pounds through his eyes and he stumbles joustling one of the guards,
A Roman soldier pulls up a main beam, places on the thief's shoulders and back,
'Carry it!', he shouts,the thief slowly climbing up Golgatha's well-trodden track!

Both guards whine about having to pull double duty today because of this strange Jew,
Bartamaeus wonders who they are talking about and recalls gentler times of his childhood,
'Forgive me Jehovah for all Your commandments that I Bartamaeus have broken or never kept!'
'God are you really out there?' 'Please here me, Oh God, forgive, oh forgive me!', he wept.

'Shut your mouth!', growled the soldier named Proca.'Try acting like that Man to your left!'
Bartamaeus looked and thought it is just another poor wretch like me but he is not afraid?
'Who is he? 'They call him the 'King of the Jews!', spat Baccaus, shoving the thief down,
Reaching for a spike,Proca grabbed the thief's left hand and tied his arm with cord found.

A pain slammed into the thief so intense that he stared at the protruding spike in unbelief,
'Oh God, oh God; this can't be happening, it hurts so bad, Jehovah!, he blubbered and sobbed,
'Oh, NO!' 'Pleeese not again, the thief pleaded as once again his arm was tied to the beam,
The soldier drove the spike into his hand and Bartamaeus let out a blood-curdling scream.

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

American soldier

heaven patiently watches
the American soldier
from beyond this life
as his  wife cries and his brave son waves goodbye
father holds his mother as she prays ( god  keep my son safe)
the American soldier
so far  from home
you will never march alone
so brave
trying not to be afraid
as he fights  for all the world's rights
the American soldier

the American soldier
may angels surround
you ever 
second of day
and night as we pray

heaven watches and the 
American soldier stands high
in God;s  grace
we ask God please protect  our American soldier
and keep in safety,s sight,
 shield our american soldier within  god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier in god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light

Details | Heroic Couplets | |

The cry of the soldiers

          The Cry Of The Soliers

         The cry of the soldiers I hear so loud 
    and so clear, praying that the day light would 
     soon appear.
     I say to my self how lucky I am to have these 
   men and women risking their life so I can keep mine.
   As they do battle from far and wide I pray to god 
    to keep them alive   I wonder to my self how I would feel if I were in
 their shoes not knowing if I was going to becoming 
  home or stay there until things were through
  We take so much for granted the freedom we have,
  that we forget the men and women out their,
   So as I lay down at night and it peaceful and calm,
  then I hear that cry of that soldier in my mind,
   I place my hand over my heart and pray to god 
   to wipe the tears from their eyes.
   So to this day ill never forget the cry of the 
  soldier that led me to this,

   I take off my hat and salute you my friends
  for standing tall and not giving in,

   The cry of the soldiers ill never forget.,

Details | Lyric | |


A faithful soldier I wish to be
in God's army of the cross.
With Satan, I do daily battle
often sustaining minor loss.

As I pray each day for guidance
in all God would have me do.
I feel a peace and satisfaction
when tested by fire and I come out true. 

Someday, my earthly armor, I'll lay aside
battles here, shall exist no more.
I'll retire unto eternity with Jesus
to be a soldier on that golden shore.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


        ~A long dramatic verse poem in rhyme~

“Hmm; I see you are new?”
“Yes, Doctor; stationed here almost a year ago.”
“I think I figured out your problem!?”
“But please tell me so that I may know.”
“Know what; if I am crazy!?”
“It is as it does; so the saying goes!”
“OK just please relax.”	
“Take a deep breath, and breathe in through your nose.”
“Now very slowly please.”
“Would you start from the beginning?”
“Yes Doctor, I shall.”
“But why are you grinning!?”
“Oh; I’m sorry, it’s because;”
“I already made my diagnosis!”
“Hearing your story;”
“Would confirm my prognosis!?”
“Lay back on the sofa.”
“Tell me everything.”
“And please; don’t be ashamed.”
“To tell me… anything;”
“I will do my best.”
“To listen objectively;”
“I've heard it all before.”
“Let’s start; the minutes go quickly!”
“It happened on the same night.”
“I first met this beauty in the snack bar.”
“A chance encounter; total strangers;”
“Now we’re a couple, leaving in the same car;”
“We get back to my place.”
“And she asks to take a shower!?”
“Don’t laugh Doc; I fell asleep.”
“She was in there for over an hour!”
“Now this is the part.”
“That gets strange and really weird.”
“I am a tough man.”
“But this has me somewhat scared.”
“I thought she slipped me.”
“Some kind of drug in my drink;”
“All I remember was falling asleep.”
“Then it’s morning and I’m shaving in the sink!?”
“But I am certain of what I feel.”
“My body knows that it just had sex.”
“But I can’t remember at all; “
“That’s the part that has me vex!”
“The Doctor stands and stretches.”
“Is time up!?” “No I needed to reach something.”
“Would you please continue?”
“Yes; I was just remembering.”
“That first night she was with me.”
“I did in fact feel her for a while!”
“There you go again Doctor!”
“What’s up with the smile?”
“”It’s because I know what’s coming.”
“That you met her only once.”
“The rest would sound crazy.”
“But be assured I am no dunce.”
“Every now and then;”
“You awake to the sweet smell of her perfume.”
“And it looks and feels.”
“Like you two just made love all over the room!?”
“But all you remember;”
“Was dancing in the bar, her in the shower, and you in bed!?”
“Know you had sex, can’t remember it.”
“Now you think you’re going out your head!”
“This happens every now and then.”
“And you are here for some answers!?”
“Well then here it is.”
“You are but one of her many private dancers!”
“What; she pulls a one night stand.”
“Then months later; climbs through my window.”
“Perhaps that would explain.”
“Why you keep seeing her shadow!”
“No; you are not insane.”
“But what I say next; may drive you mad!?”
“This would help explain.”
“All those wet dreams you've had!”
“You have never met.”
“Nor seen her anytime before!”
The Doctor said; showing him a  picture.
One look; and he faints on the floor!”
Some smelling salts;
Finally awakens him.
“Just breathe easy.”
“And don’t look so grim!”
“Doctor I am having a very hard time.”
“I’m trying, in my own way, to process this!”
“For now just consider yourself lucky.”
“Upon fainting; the table’s edge your head did miss!”
“OK I’m ready; show me again.”
“I hope this time it’s not as scary!?”
Once again he looked at her picture.
It was from a century’s old obituary!
“Rosie has a thing.”
“For every new soldier in town;”
“The Troops will soon be rotated.”
“Then somebody else comes to me with a frown.”
“Is it a blessing or a curse?”
“I often thought real hard!”
“Until that one day.”
“Rosie left me her calling card!”
“What!” “You too Doctor!?”
Each showed the other; their white silk gloves!
“The legend says.”
“Rosie leaves them for whomever she loves!”
“There are a few days left.”
“Until your arrival’s one year anniversary;”
“Rosie will pay you one final visit.”
“Then find a new lover from the commissary.”
“Why haven’t you left this post yet Doc?”
“Aren’t you in the least bit scared?”
“I can’t leave this place or my Rosie.”
“She is the only one to whom my soul is shared.”
“Is it me or is it getting cold!?”
“There’s a sweater in that locker.”
“Thank you Doctor I’ll get it.”
"I turn around and there was the shocker!"
"Just that quick;"
"In an instant everyone was gone."
“Private; what the hell are you doing in here!?”
“No one is allowed in this building until dawn!”
“Are you new to this unit!?”
“Yes Sir; I’m just reporting for duty!”
“Isn’t this medical reception?”
“No it’s the new commissary!”
“Are you drunk or stoned soldier!?”
“No Sir!” MP’s escort him to my office!”
“Sit down and read this.”
“I hope it brings you some solace.”
There in front of me was a newspaper clipping.
The headline was over one hundred years old.
“Brave Psychiatrist dies in fire with Chef Rosie!”
“Yes Private, in time those special few are told!”
“The real truth of what happens;”
“Here at this isolated Out-Post.”
“Everyone at some point;”
“Will encounter their own special ghost!”
“I see you have met two already.”
“Captain I see no flame!”
“But smoke is coming from your pipes stem!?”
“Please Sir would you tell me!?”
“Are you also one of them!?”
The Captain then showed the Private.
His own pair of Rosie’s gloves;
“We are lucky son.”
“Some soldiers only get shoves!”
“Very soon is your rotation out of here.”
“And she will leave you forever!”
“You should let her love you.”
“Once more if you’re clever;”
“When I was your age;”
“I did just that and it was the best body spasm.”
“Now don’t be afraid.”
“Not everyone can say they had a phantasm orgasm!”
“So then Captain;”
“You must be a ghost as well!?”
“Yes I am.”
“But this is not Fort Hell.”
“Although some of us;”
“Have not accepted it yet;”
“By and large you should;”
“Like the one’s you have met!?”
“Captain am I too a ghost!?”
“Well son that depends on your cognition.”
“What is written on the Front Post sign?”
“Sadly the Private says; Welcome to Fort Apparition!”

~By: Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~