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Lighting A Candle - Word Acrostic


LIGHTING a candle for those who have died 
A most thoughtful and kindly request done, since lighting a 
CANDLE is the least, we can  do, 
FOR those who have sacrificed their life and all, so 
THOSE of us can live in a better place.Let's remember those 
WHO have died in all the wars, who, 
HAVE fought so bravely in the name of peace & freedom and 
DIED.Let's never forget it and so let's pray for World peace. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp200 


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T	hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A	 s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L	ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!

I	n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B	e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A	nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N	ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!


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Welcome Home

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.

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Dreams of peace

A nymph and her daughter
Pause to refresh
Two caught in polite conversation
Like the admiring tenant.
Yet whatever  happened (shivers)

To the beautiful day?
As two or three fingers 
Dance together  forming words

Another thought is played
Set In drifting time

We two four 
As two for
Running on in pensitivity

Roiling thoughts
Only echoing 
Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy  
Softly swearing

Needless heedless wasted  lives

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Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action 

Now I dwell in  the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me

Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying 
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on

written 01/23/2014

contest Yesterday

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T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,

A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,

L ife did give them honour and ranks,

E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.


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Cops are the state in uniform
Umpires bribed to play the devil's game
Law compromised by blind norm
Police that brings democracy to shame
Revenue and bribe are human flaws
Interdict this justice and free the poor
Trodden down by the oppressors'cause.
Shame on your silence, your dinner of gore!


Is this revenge for tresspassing at a tree
Or for the cross our fee
I am not candidate for earth's mystery
My solution is no more misery.
What have we become, have gone back
To the primeval night
The bruising dungeon and the gory rack?
So much of trust in flight
From policemen doing political cleansing
And tending lame excuse
The curriers of the guns are pretending
The law inflicts on us abuse.
There goes the wachman, there goes crime
The killer killing all the time.

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Justice must see day in all situations

Universe is calling to those with ears

Society must listen and understand

Too many times, much is said no one hearing

Invisible attention in action

Creating and promoting hypocrisy

Enough is Enough, Justice must Reign!

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A free man

It began as a struggle many years ago
 The struggle that only the brave fought for years
 It was the dream to them
 A dream they wanted to leave for their young

 It is today that make the accomplishments of their fight
 The fight that thousands sacrifice their lives for
 It is today where a free man wanders on earth fearlessly

 Today their dream has manifested 
As the dawn has come to a nation
 A nation that has grown from strength to strength

 He walks with his head held up high
 Happiness covers his pure innocence
 He is a free man of South Africa
 Black as coal and strong as the lion

 This is the land of all people who lives
 And share great history together.
 This is the country filled with wonderful people
 I love my country

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Give Peace a Chance - contest

Going to war I have no choice
I am a soldier just a boy
Violence is not in my soul
Every noise my nerve ends employ

Politicians why can’t you hear
Eternal pleas from within
All of our souls cry out in fear
Chances of dying without sin
Eyes see atrocities hearts just give in

Are we fighting in vain, will there be no peace

Children are dying, the old and the sick
How can you let this happen to them,
Angels of mercy please here our plea
No one can help them except you and me
Come on politicians, sit together and parlance
Everyone awaiting the verdict, Give Peace a Chance.

Penned  7/6/2013

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No Excuses

No one has
One single good

Excuse for war today
X marks the spot for
Unless people are just plain
Eventually the human species will

Forbid the acceptance of violence
Or curse itself forever
Revealing the fact that

Are cold-hearted
Rabid monsters

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Paint With Fire

Painted ponies blaze
Across the steppe-land maze
I bask in the sun's dying rays
Newborn hopes had begun to raise
Timid dreams of brighter days

Wagon wheels break the Western skies
Intensive care for invasive lies
Truth hidden soon dies
Hurling poker chips, roll your snake eyes

Finding solace in the campfire
Indigeous hate we all inspire
Railways stealing for hire
Engulfing the plains with our funeral pyre

I'm still on a Western kick it seems. Oops. 
I wrote this thinking of Andrea Dietrich's contest, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the right tone.
Ah my muse. Sorry.

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10-313 Untold

He saw me I saw him
We leaped for greatness
But we were earth bound
He surpasses my hopes
And shatters my dreams
I feel darkness in him which I bravely embrace
He’s my hope my shield my love
My undivided trust
With him
I feel that I can reach bounds and mounts of greatness
So why do I still feel so empty

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Honestly, I do not know how to exist most days.
I survive each day, with memories of,
Damages done in battle.
Destruction, chaos, horror;
Everywhere I turn I see violence and death.
Nightmares haunt me every night.

Wounded warrior, you cannot see my scars.
Over there is where my mind returns to;
Useless is how I feel sometimes when the tears flow.
No, you may never understand my battle,
Demons surround me always, invading every safe place.
Survivor; I served for freedom’s sake.

© 2014 CM Davidson

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Render your reassuring sheets of waters
Admonish my growth and tend to the slaughters
Initiate refreshing drops, and lighten the load
Nourish us all by washing out the blood  

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My birthday pray peace no war

My Birthday
Beginning of what
Peace or war
Is that the beginning of my peace
Or the beginning of my war
Peace and war
As life
Peace and
Oh god I need
No war
In my birthday
As I wish
My pray
I pray for peace
I pray for No war
Peace no war
Peace no war
Peace no war

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Soldier -

Silently waiting, rifle in hand
Observing the enemy; like ants in the sand
Lowering the sights, no time for regrets
Distant gun fire; how many are left
Injured or dying
Exhausted, bereft?
Remnants  of war we must never forget.

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The Unknown Soldier (acrostic)

Tales of heroes beyond, the normal despair of war’s plight,
Hearing of these stories, make us all quiver, in the night.
Each of them that go to fight, any battle, with all their might,

Universally, they are unknown soldiers, until names are released.
None knows the others, until their soul’s battle, against the beast.
Kings and political heads, never battle, for what they believe.
Never placed in harms way, they send soldiers; Mothers grieve
Only the loyal subjects take on the heat, from what they weave.
We honor, the Unknown Soldier, without any name, to perceive.
Nearer to God, these soldiers are known, here only deceased.

Secure, they have left us all, until the next battle to be fought.
Onward, we keep sending those to die, for what, a thought.
Listen, to all the stories, we hear of bravery, by them all.
Dear sweet Jesus, take them to your father, standing so tall.
I never fought any battle; I fight my battles with expressions.
Each of us must remember, soldiers, in their professions.
Remembering, who they could have been, not just impressions.

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War should be no more - I hope everyone could be together in unity & 
accord & sing in a chorus of pure, dazzling bliss! I smell the odor of remorse and 
hatred in the atmosphere...leaving me with scraps of terrifying fears & reducing 
me to tears...stains of scarlet regret and pride is smeared on the swords of murderers - and they blame it on their frustration, pain and determination...competition is encouraged on these killing grounds and a peaceful frame of mind was never built here.
Aim towards the bull's eye - concentrate with your might...we're gonna get 
through this plight whether we like it or productive things to deal with 
our anger and angst - reap what you sow and face your fates like a 
strong, be brave and be prepared to face your fears tonight! HUMBLE YOURSELVES and MOVE ON...move forward and dream of brighter days...the smoked-up, ebony and vermilion skies will fade away sooner than you think . . . confrontation embraces you all...but keep your head above the surface 
Rage is thrown back and forth like a hot potato - who wins? Who has gone 
missing? N-no one knows on the mysterious battle grounds or fields of endless smells of death and determination all in one...fight the fantastic fight 
with triumphant victory close at hand! Here's some grand land that serves as our 
resting spots - be peace-makers; be not back-biters, discord-makers or commotion-
brewers, sowing discord from head to toe! Graze in your own mazes of graceful grasslands of plenty and you'll be found in peace, instead of lost in chaos

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A Long Lonely Year

Afghanistan. far away from those I love.

Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart.
Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying
Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong
Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear.

Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour.
One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by.
Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me.
Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok?
Lost is how I feel.  Something is missing, I can barely breathe.
Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise.

Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs.
Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. 
Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith.
Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.

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Freedom Is Not Free

Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!

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Death of a Hero and a Friend

Your quest for life was an abbreviated forty-eight years.
You served our nation honorably -
In a war – On The Ho-Chi-Minh Trail.
Then,--------Then, returned home for an unwelcoming!!

In a time I can’t remember, in a war: you could never forget.
You only just a boy of Eighteen
Sent to die for the cause-
The Cause of a corrupted and mislead Government.

The fighting, bloodshed and lose of your best friends-
You brought them ALL home, when you were replaced.
Replaced with a war you could NOT win-
Because it should have never been.

Our lives crossed when I was just Twenty-one.
Little did I know, little did I know, You helped me become a MAN.
In two years, you did what only some dreamed of-
And what others only attempted. You helped me become a MAN!!

Then---------Then, on that cold September Day-
Out for a drive we went.
Little did I know, little did I know-
You would die…………… in my arms on that Cold and Dark Cairo Street.

I am sure it would have been better for you-
If you had died on The Ho-Chi-Minh Trail- near Saigon.
But,………..But:  then you and I would have never crossed in life’s quests.
You would have never taught me to be a MAN!!

By:  W.E.M.

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Tall                            Structures
Offering                     Shelter
Withstanding              Blows
Evaporating               Lives
Raping                      Families
Security                    Needed

An acrostic poem about the twin towers of 911.

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Nine One One

Nine minutes, to become a hero, what could be done?
Individuals, gathering, for one goal, act as one.
No one knows, exactly how this tragedy, begun.
Exemplary persons stepped up, under the gun.

Our thoughts and prayers will go forever more.
Near and far memories will live in our hearts core.
Emptiness felt of losses, along with devastating gore.

Our past should guide us, never let down, our guard.
Never again, to let enemies, deal us, a deadly card.
E Pluribus Unum will always guide our spirits hard.

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Resolve irreverently
Every violation of Godly law
Violence attending resistance
Others have failed
Let us succeed
Tyranical rule must be defeated

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Trouble Mind

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Racing around like the hands of a clock.
Oscillating about with no rhyme nor reason.
Undoubtedly attempting to control me.
Banking on immediate changes
Laughing as you make me scream
Emphatically forcing yourself upon me 

Mystifying my decisions as only you can
Instilling uncertainty and definitely hesitation
Never looking back to lend a hand
Doing as you wish hoping I understand.

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Take these thoughts within your mind.
One should know what suffering is.
Realizing if you are questioning the act,
Then it must be cruelty in some form.
Universally if it causes suffering at all,
Reality is that the act must be torment.
Exacting the realization, this act is, Torture

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Amazing strength and honor
Representation of America they do reflect
Merely performing their essential duties
Your family they will proudly protect 

Stamina uniformed with determination
Triumphant exhibition as to what their fighting for
Rising above and beyond the call of duty
One Great Nation’s mission; their cause we must implore 
Never ending patriotism; their colors of honor humbly show 
Gallant loyalty and dedication; our freedom we forever owe

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The Surge

D angerous moral atrophy as the
E ver-deepening war orgy visits
B urgeoning bile from out the
A battoirs release of souls to their
U nspeakable death.  Watch a
C arefully orchestrated mosaic of
H onorable enlisted twisted to
E ntertain an illusion of security
R eminiscent of hitlerian thrusts
Y earning to control.