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!
I do not know?
laying in your bed
the permanent ring in the
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already
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drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
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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,
amid the rain and mist
Amid the clouds I saw, the tears she shed,
aside her thoughts - the birds that fled in pairs,
the dusk descended 'pon our lost affairs,
the cotton fog was dense - my only wed.
It was September then; the first of rain,
the harvest ended and the maidens passed,
persistently the nimbus, dark, amassed,
- drops falling randomly to our refrain.
The maid was walking in the rain and mist
our glances blades to cut-and-thrust, beset
upon our souls' new sacrificial debt,
we felt the beckoning of rain and tryst.
She stood in the melancholy of Fall
pristine, accustomed to the old vendette;
the rain was falling on our courting duet
revolting to our burning blood and souls.
She wore black clothes, due to her lost affiance,
betrothal waging to the recent war
of nineteen hundred ten, an odd memoir
her mind was set to fight - she stared askance.
I walked that night the street below her louvres,
she watched; her velvet eyes, rare beauty braw
and feral attitude were bold and wraw
while she inhaled my scent and aural oeuvre.
The moon had risen large that night and round,
untamed she came, outlined in lunar light.
Against the wall her flesh became my rite,
to carnal prayer she turned upon the ground.
And then from molten skies, the rain began
with eyes reflecting flash, on earth she groped,
with me confessor of her sins eloped,
beneath the rain, her bitten lips impart.
© 07-27-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
She stands on threshold, him to wait
the seasons pass, it was her Spring,
his smile did crown the hills of late,
where war confronts his Heaven's gate,
so sweet her face his heart will sting,
retentions that for e'er shall cling,
as angels drift above his fate,
where broadly lays his rifle's sling.
Upon the golden cross she wore,
he made the winds their route to stray,
where rains his land for e'er explore,
and rivulets course to the shore,
chrysanthemums their blooming sway,
the raindrops fall and dance and fray,
as skies wash up the mountain's gore,
her verses rhyme and skyward pray.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
They are angry
At us for deceiving
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?
When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
The note i never lend to her...
My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling...
Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz
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
I do not know?
I’m proud of the man in front of me
Dressed in his ACUs
But i miss the guy you use to be
Blue Jeans and your boots.
I miss the way you drive your truck
i miss the sweet soft stares.
I miss the man you use to be
I’m not sure hes still there
" Loving A Soldier "
Loving A Soldier is hard to do so many folks will say
losing them in a battle is a price that you could pay
its being so young and happy while also feeling old
Loving A special Soldier takes a heart of gold.
He will softly whisper all his love for you
as you gently say to him that you love him too
you give him a kiss and a promise that you'll wait
knowing it could be a while before another date.
Its such a painful experience as you have to watch him leave
hoping you are not the one thats left alone to grieve
you wave good-bye to him with eyes that are full of tears
left standing all alone with his dreams, his hopes and his fears.
Always together with hearts as one while he is so far away
his growing love is stronger with the passing of each day
Loving A Soldier is hard on you and its not much fun
but in the end its all worthwhile when his service is done.
Remember how he is hurting by having to be away
he is thinking of only you every minute of every day
you truly love your soldier and you always tell him so
its the most important thing that he needs to know.
There is nothing in this living life more important to him than you
defending the freedom for us all is what he has to do
Loving A Soldier is hard to do as many folks will say
he will come back with open arms to me on christmas day...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion.
Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched.
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...
M. I. A. ( Missing In Action )
The date was nineteen and sixty nine,
A soldier wrote a girl named Caroline,
The VC were starting to close in,
He wasn't sure when he could write again.
But there was something he had to say.
Three words he should have said before this day.
He poured out his heart on every line,
Then finished with "I love you Caroline".
The letter arrived one winter's day,
Weeks after she heard he was MIA.
And her tears stained the page as she read,
For in her heart she knew that he was dead.
He had disappeared without a trace;
Lost somewhere in that God forsaken place.
The Army said he might not be found,
So an empty box was placed in the ground.
Then she tried to move on with her life,
And she became a mother and a wife.
But each year she visited his tomb,
Around the time the flowers were in bloom.
This went on for nearly thirty years;
Yet no amount of time could dry her tears.
She would pray beside his empty grave:
"How could this be the fate of one so brave?"
Then one day, in nineteen ninety nine,
A phone call sent a shiver down her spine.
While breaking ground just south of Hung Yen,
Some workers found the bones of seven men.
One of those men was her soldier boy,
And after he was shipped back from Hanoi,
They honored each MIA who served,
Then buried him the way that he deserved.
If you call America your home,
From Tampa to Oahu and to Nome.
Don't forget the men still MIA.
And pray to God that they come home one day.
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.
It hurts so deep,
And you make me cry,
That maybe back at the station,
That, that was our last goodbye.
We both know that you're strong,
But we both know the chances,
That things go wrong.
I wait for you,
Wait for your call,
And never get a notice,
Was your downfall.
Come back safely,
My Soldier Love,
Come home to safety.
March on home my Captain,
March on my solider love,
Keep you head up high,
And look to him above.
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.
I do not know?
I am the beat of your heart.
I am the pep in your step.
When you feel lonely and don't want to look around.
Just remember your heart beats on.
With every breath you take, I am the air in your lungs.
With every tear you cry, I am the moisture in your eyes.
When again you feel lonely and don't want to look around.
Just remember you breathe on.
If for some reason your heart beat stops and your lungs no longer hold air.
Just remember I am a part of you.
I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.
I miss the special lady who
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish
our final moments together.
I think about the children
I left behind, how I miss them
and pray they’re fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.
It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself
trying to hold back tears.
Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.
It’s time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.
This stench of war,
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.
I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people
can’t seem to agree
to the simple concept of peace?”
Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”
Then I think of “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.
I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith
and pray to God above.
I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier
trying to do the best that I can.
I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK
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:
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
The moon shone brightly last night,
Now the horizon is kissed by dawn's first light.
Soon it will be twilight,
And you are still nowhere in sight.
I smell the svent of eternity,
And all I need is for you to come home to me.
I need to see those eyes that so easily take my breath away,
I need to awaken in your arms each day.
I need us to be the only things around,
I need you to make my heart pound.
I smell the scent of eternity,
And know you are coming home to me.
Tonight there is only two stars in the sky,
The ones that remind me of your eyes.
There is a light breeze playing with my hair,
I see your face but are you really there?
Of all the things I miss,
The sweetest of all is your kiss.
But the best of all of you is the way you love me as no other can do,
It has been tortoreous waiting for you.
I smell the scent of eternity,
And I know you have finally come home to me!
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.”
Scars, that's what endear
to a grenadier.
In his heart he holds courage,
In his hands he holds our lives.
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines.
He is weaken by all the death,
He is haunted by there souls.
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal.
He does not fight for hatred,
He fights for there lives instead.
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead.
As he lays in death, knowing it will come,
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done.
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold.
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe?
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall.
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call.
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he,
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be.
Fire and smoke, and ashes of black.
The tale only told,
On a white marble plaque.
Destruction, distraughtion, never foretold.
Til this day, by a knight,
So brave, and so bold.
A camp, set a light, and burnt to the ground,
By an evil, so dark,
Set homeward bound.
They met on a Friday, and agreed to a fight.
Both ready, and armed,
It would start at midnight.
Stood in a circle, that was drawn on the floor.
Facing each other,
Audience cheering for gore.
A bang of the gong, and the battle began.
The knight gave one hit,
And the evil man ran.
Archers took aim, and fired their load.
The knight turned away,
And into the sunset, he rode.
Now I ask you, dear princess, can I be your prince?
Don’t you see, I’m the knight,
Have been ever since.
She like the willow weeps,
as the passage of time creeps.
Apple blossoms petals fall,
She a delicate porcelain doll.
The sweet jasmine night warm,
a calm before the storm.
Lightning flashes in bespeckled haze,
Hope ebbs to an obscure decay.
A kimono of lotus blossom white,
She swathed in stardust that night.
Butterflies adorned her raven hair,
She awaits her dragon warrior there.
A top the weathered bamboo bridge,
Eyes scanning the horizon's ridge.
The channel over waters so serene,
With tendrils of rose vines, yellow, green.
Trailing in the bittersweet waters of sorrow,
Promises fragmented for tomorrow.
The beauty couldn't calm the tears,
His absence confirmed her fears.
Midnight came and departed,
A fragile love brokenhearted.
Her dragon warrior gone to war,
Had not returned like times before.
Gossip whispered of his death,
A brave hero till his last breath.
With faith she steadfast held tight,
But crumbling, it vanished that night.
Season's cycle will gentle a loss you feel,
In time a wounded heart will heal.
Lotus blossom, please don't cry,
Lament to the winds a woeful good-bye.
Letter To Our Heroes
Sons of America, heroes all,
Stand strong - stand tall!
For the love of God and country
made you answer the patriotic call.
We know you are exceptionally brave
and we are proud to call you our own.
Deployed to strange lands,
you leave behind loving mothers, children, and wives,
facing many great dangers,
as you try your best to survive.
Happy memories of your childhood days
seem to be far away in a distant past.
But please do not be discouraged;
let God be your guide,
and He will surely see you through.
While I pray for my grandson who is your comrade,
I also pray for all of you soldiers far away from home -
for those Missing in Action and those in captivity,
for all the “Unknowns,”
for those who cannot say “God have mercy,”
for all who are torn
and devastated by the cruelty of war,
terrorism and other distressing calamities.
May the Holy Spirit of God be with you,
as we hope and pray that one day,
you will all return safely to us,
who will never stop loving you!
Submitted to contest sponsored by Mystic Rose
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.
A Soldier’s Foreign Woman (Quatern 30 April 2014)
She kissed me like never before
While firecrackers burst overhead.
She never had kissed me before—
Kissing her back went to my head.
Intimacy came very fast.
She kissed me like never before.
I wondered would such passion last
Each time I exited her door.
Traveling the road to her door,
Ev’ry five or six weeks or so
She kissed me like never before--
As if to never let me go.
A son was born, then we married
(permission didn’t come before).
The wedding night passed unhurried.
She kissed me like never before.
You went to a fight so tight
You gave our love away unto a stray night
The night of state calm and right
Here, all our adulation you have laid to rest
And our affection, amid Martians you put to scatter
From me unto the baffling
You took the flight of the battling
Now at the front lines in bushes far away,
You daily risk that life and our love drifts along with it.
Without you I watch the sky of night,
I hear the resounding of bullets with you against a people for our people
And the clatter scatters the once starry and concrete sky
I miss you by day, waiting for the instant of your return
I wait for the minute you forfeit the night of war for an hour just to us.
You made my heart get hijacked
With an explosive love attack
Like a sweet and caring war
That I've never felt before
An arsenal that full of weapons
Keeps me on my toes and guessing
What loving thing you'll do next
Maybe making me digest
All the hugs you want to spare
You need to wear a sign "beware"
Of the arrow I will shoot
In your heart, I wont dispute
Anything that you want
I just love the way you flaunt
And tease me with brand new weapons
That you use in full discretion
Secretly you like to plan
Small battles that are so grand
When I surrender and completely
Give my heart and soul so sweetly
To the soldier of my world
Who keeps me in such a twirl
I do not know?
He was a warrior
Brave and true
An American soldier
Of World War II
Many battles he did see
On the frontlines of Germany
He fought with pride
He fought with strength
His friends of war
He did defend
He saved the lives
Of soldiers and Jews
Every life saved
His intent was true
His honor and glory on the
Battlefield did shine
His faithfulness to his country
Will live for all time
He was a proud soldier
Strong and true
A soldier who loved
Both me and you
For our freedom
He did fight
To make sure all of our
Days would be bright
To this soldier both
Brave and strong
To our Grandfather
Who is now gone
Your love and honor
Will always live on
To our grandfather Earl W. Smith. You are no longer with us but we will cherish your
memories forever. We love you for the freedom you provided us and for the happiness you
gave us while you were alive.
©May 26, 2004 Kimberly Fluitt
I’m a "soldiers" girl,
Not the "soldier" you probably think
My "soldier" is a street soldier so to speak
This life does not allow us to be weak
A soldier of his kind takes a strong soul and mind
A color and a group of guys is what completes this bind
Whether he is fighting for everyone or just his own life
Its still a battle….a war with pain and strife
In the streets only certain deeds will earn your stripes
But everyone only hears the good parts, all the hype
To look at him, you see someone mean and uncaring
To know him, you know every part of his life is daring
He can never just relax, have a good time and unwind
His “soldier life” never stops with all things happening unkind
You hear about the parties and the unbreakable bonds of their brothers
But there is only room for them, no family and no others
He can never truly “get out” and leave that life behind
It takes a strong girl to be with him, a special kind
We deal with “the life” and the things that come with them
Every thing they go through, we also go through with them
Everyone judges my soldier for his wrong doings and life style
Maybe he had no choice to be like this all the while
Not born with a “silver spoon” in his mouth or a loving family
Maybe just maybe……a soldier he was always meant to be
I know that side of him no one else cares to or does
The love he shows me….couldn’t come from anywhere but above
To pass up a love as pure, intense and kind as his Im unable to do
So yes, I'm a soldiers girl......or as you would call it "his boo"
Her hand upon my neck she swung herself around.
She placed her other hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes.
Her long black hair fell beyond her waist. Her smile of love turned to sadness.
“Oh, you are not he for that my heart longs.
Now I still feel all sadness in my songs.”
“For as the sun arose and the light filled my room,
I waited for my love, as does my empty womb.
Where are the hands that do caress,
And where is he soothed by my breast?
Mirror in hand my beauty for him.
A stroll or a ride or a romp on a whim.
Together with him I’m ever complete.
We lay under the stars in a field of wheat.
Next to me I tremble with delight.
In his gentleness I put up no fight.
I’m never afraid where he takes his love,
Beyond the heavens soaring far above.
Stay with me a little longer, don’t go.
Your soul in mine I’ll never say no!
As his hands they travel my slender frame,
He whispers so gently to me, my name.
Glinting in moonlight his beads of sweat,
I wipe with my hands, his brow so wet.
He looks deep in my eyes and can feel my heart.
Our breathing the same please lets never part.
His head on my breast, my hands through his hair.
For a moment together we both gasp for air…
That night long since gone my love off to war,
He never returned my heart ever sore.
Each morning I wake the light fills my room.
I wait for my love, as does my empty womb."
Her hands upon my face she looked deep into my eyes…
I felt her love and the love she lost.
Her broken heart and sadness filled my soul.
She turned away and walked into the mirror.
THE SOLDIER'S WIFE
On the snow
Message from a guy
You played with
His heart and head
It's all your fault
the life you've led
i loved him too
but he chose you
i hate you for
what he went through
Wounded soldier back from war
As he entered
his own door
Heard sex crooning ---grunts of man
Turned his back—away he ran
Put a bullet in his head
Now you cry that he is dead
stop your tears -- can't be undone
hope your peace -- forever gone
what made you treat
A good man so
Victoria Anderson-Throop 12/01/2012
A great soldier yet to be seen.....
The day when I met you
Your attitude impressed me in my mind and heart
You are known to everyone as a great yesterday
soldier for our country.
You were distinguished soldier, an officer,
a man among men.
You are the most valuable gift for our country
Your contribution to the World War II is unforgettable.
Your Knowledge on military is a precious gift for
our young soldiers.
You loved our country and you did the best for her.
Today, you are away from us, living by yourself
Your marched forward legs are stands still today.
You be the best what ever you are and where ever you are.
But the love you have shown on us will
cherish in our heart forever.
As bible says LOVE is patient and kind
and let that faith surround you.
You are a great soldier for the all time
and yet to be seen
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
I do not know?
In my nest (next) life
give me, rock hard commitments
unwavering strengths of true love
pomegranate lips full of passion
colored within deep ruby red
skin darken with airbrushed, coppered
heated under muscled saintly sin (skin)
hair as dark as the unseeing
mix with wanting and rub
heated under wet intentions
licked and breath in
hold and screams
shake and moan
till reLife (relief) sucks me in
passions of the two
soaked in the juicy fruit
of wet pounding
wiggles of sweet sweat
loud deep sound of breathing
unrecognizable words of panting
and where to heart meet and
none can pull apart...
(fin = end)
A decorated soldier a flag,a purple heart,
something meant to celebrate just tore their lives apart.
Friends and family gather we bow our heads to pray,
A soldiers coming home but they"ll bury him today.
We all call him a hero he fought just to protect,
never had a doubt not one single regret.
God, my heart goes out to his family and friends,
so many hearts are broken so many lives to mend.
To me he was a stranger I don,t even know his name,
still he fought for me and treated all the same.
Someone has lost a son a brother, or a dad,
that part really hurts me and makes me really sad.
We know that he,s in heaven with our precious Lord above,
A soldier,s coming home today God please give him my love.
God bless his family and God I will pray.
I dedicate this to the young soldier that died in Iraq
in 2010. From S.C God bless all..
I do not know?
On a lonely rainy day
in June of 1862 a Reb
soldier was barley walking
down the road after
a great battle, when he
came upon a fellow soldier who
was lying in the mud.
He stooped down to listen
to the soldier's final words,
"Mr. he said, I know that
before this hour is over,
I will no longer be here,
so could you please take
this letter or see to it,
that my mama gets it""
The young man then
The Reb soldier
picked up the letter
and began to read it,
The letter dated June 5, 1862, went as follows,
We are going into battle in a little while and I thought I needed to
write you. I must tell you mother dear, that I truly belive, I won't be coming out
of this one today. I will fall in battle and I will die this very day.
I know I told you in my last letter that I would be home for Christimas, but I may
not be able to. I know that you have worried about me terribly
much mama, but you knew that I wanted to be here more than anything, I believed
in the South's cause and I told you, not to worry, but that yes something could happen.
Mama you taught me to be honest, to read my Bible and to pray everyday, most of all for me
to obey those that had authority over me, you taught me well, because
I have done all of those things.
I love you dear mother and I just want to tell you I love you more than any son ever
could love a mother.
Don't be sad, I have
to go now, were getting ready to leave, hope to write you again, if
not I'll see you when you get to heaven,
I will be there to greet you.
Love, Your loving son, George,
So the Reb soldier put the letter in his coat and went on his way,
knowing that this letter would be delivered.
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
trying not to be afraid
as he fights for all the world's rights
the American soldier
the American soldier
may angels surround
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
I do not know?
positioned in love we stand, as God reaches us hand in hand,
to hold, not to tear down, to bring us to higher ground,
the battle is to be fought, not one soldier can be lost,
if one was wounded, the other carries double the weight,
in love and strength for his names sake,
not forgotten or left on the roadside to die,
not to sit back and watch as his bleeding heart cries,
the stranger walks past, and stops to turn around,
and carries the heart of the soldier he found,
all in battle for the love of the same cause,
the unseen heart was not a stranger at all,
but the moment love bent down to reach out its hand,
it was then that the dying soldier became his bestfriend
I Dearly Love My Momma,
But She Has the Saddest Eyes.
I Know She Still Misses Daddy
But She Will Not Say Good-bye
I Asked Her One Time to Tell Me
Where Had My Daddy Gone,
She Said He Had a War to Fight,
But He Wouldn’t Be Gone That Long.
That Was Twenty Years Ago....
We Buried Her Today.
She Never Believed He Wouldn’t Come Home,
I Cried a Tear as I Knelt to Pray.
Please, Dear God in Heaven,
Let Her Find Him There..
Then Her Eyes Won’t Be So Sad,
Give Them Back the Love They Share.
His Name Is Listed on the Wall..
I’m Sure He Looks down from the Skies.
And I Hope That Momma Found Him
And the Sadness Has Left Her Eyes.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
A red sword cut him down on the rocks where he stood--
Nearby his kin lay moaning in graves laced with mud.
Betrayed by their own the brave Scots held their ground---
Dashed were their hopes burned with hearths and dear homes.
The scree of pipes flared high through the ranks
Called the last surge of courage to guard their flanks.
He lost his bonnet somewhere in the fray--
But all was lost in this frigid foray.
A grim calling grabbed a chance feather by air--
Nipped from a bonnet–like a trick at the fair.
Bedazzled he gazed to the left,then the right--
But the feather escaped into the night.
Blade deep was the ghastly odd sadness he felt--
As the British death blow to Scotland was dealt.
But her ghillies danced sweet amidst clouds in the sky.
Like her kiss was the tempo --but twas his day to die.
Tragic the cries of the battle she heard
Death whispered on wings from a flock of blackbirds.
She screamed his name to the tragedy breeze--til
Keening she fell to the rocks on her knees.
V Anderson Throop
Nov 2014 ©
The almighty and the greatest of all
I feel so lost and I can’t stop these tears
Now that he has returned to your eternal home
Save and beautifully rest at the end of his life
I’ve never known such a kind person as him
Giving laughter in every meeting in our lives
Loving us since we were young until now we grow up
With humble love that never changed, never decayed
Yet sometimes we’re too ignorance to understand
It’s so slight of us to return his love in his elder age
We’re too self-centered with our own future
Now it’s only regret and memories that stay in our hearts
But I’m so grateful for being in his life
With his blood running in my vein & feelings we all shared
Inherited us with strong mind, humble heart and humor
I hope these qualities thoughts I can carry on in my life
In his silence, only some of us know his past life
I know he was a soldier but never thought he fought so much
So much for his country, his love and his family
He who only has one true love
Declared their love in their young age yet their love never fade
What I used to see, they never apart, everywhere always together
Like a fairytale of a love story but it’s real and I’m too amaze to see
A devoted soldier and a mother of all souls
A true love I wished I can have one too
For some time, his true love has waited him in heaven
And now he has returned to his one and only love
Together again like they used to be
Please give forgiveness for all their mistakes in their lives
Give warm and cozy place beside You
In this earth, nobody can handle the sadness from losing
But this is life and this is faith
So with this praying bead in my hand
My prayers are for them and only to them
I do not know?
Dreaming, Hoping, Longing
I look to the moon with a prayer on my heart
Awaiting the return of my better part
Hand cramping, Tears streaming
Is this one finally worth believing
The man, the soldier whose loving words stole my heart
You've etched them in to my soul
With you in my life I finally feel whole
Please my sweet soldier come home
The radio plays all the songs
The ones that show our support
With wishes of you all coming home
I find myself staring at the sky
With a watchful eye
Though I cannot help but sing along
Please my sweet soldier come home
I love you, I pray for you
I wish to be in your arms
Please my sweet soldier come home
Ewe Aer Mye Destination
When the end of time rings
it comes with a bugle call.
Just like in the army
when all the fun begins.
The enemy comes to call.
The Trumpet of the ^A^ngels
will sound a ^V^ictory Sound.
All the dead shall rise
and some will live again.
This soldier gave his life
so that all his men could live.
A place inside the doorway
is where I will begin.
Just south of and outside of
Where I want to dwell
is just three feet from the door.
But Inside where the grass
is dewed on.
Where the mirror of mye soul
can come to be with me up there.
When her final battle with despair is ended.
She will have a place with me.
Iff this old soldier makes it.
So will She.