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Playing Human

Introducing: Nate & Linda

The smile on my lips
is forced and coerced
I pretend to pay attention
give the best possible advice
everyone praises me
I'm so kind, polite and nice
It's all just automation
I rarely actually listen
certainly don't care
all I'm doing
is playing human
blending in
fitting in
I'm so perfectly hidden
you'll never even
see a curtain, 
   from where I stand
   Majoring in social events
   Put on a pedestal
   for computing with you
   I'm so perfectly hidden 
   smiling from time to time
   Labeling those 
   with all sincerity
   open soldiery  
   Passing along an appeal
   continuing to fit in
   blend in
   force program 
   Is it just me or
   am I the perfect human?

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Unsung Hero - The Soldier

Unsung Hero – The Soldier

Warily he stood at the corner,
Wondering which way to turn.
A weary smile on his faded brow,
As he held out an old worn-out hat hoping for handouts,
A few miserly pennies or perhaps, even a piece of bread.

This once proud soldier,
Now reduced to being a petty beggar,
Was a remnant of a cruel war;
Where he once stood side-by-side with his comrades
And helplessly watched them fall one-by-one.

Cruel memories haunted his saddened heart,
As he each day he desperately tried to survive, 
Wondering if it would have been better
If he too on the bloody battlefield had died - 
But there was no real answer.

Maybe it was good that he had done his duty
Fighting for those who couldn’t. 
But now he was forgotten and forlorn, 
With no honor, no glory,
He was just a nobody.

With warm tears streaming down his cold cheeks,
Even now he thought of his fallen comrades, 
Questioning if they were really in a better place -
What if?

His thoughts about his tortured past
Continued to cling to him, 
Like the tattered coat 
He wore during the day,
And used for a pillow at night.

In his mind, he was still on the battlefield, 
Only this time he battled invisible foes -
A mind growing feeble, homelessness,
Hunger, loneliness, and most of all – 
Not having anyone to love him. 


Copyright © Kika Ayala

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I Once Was a Soldier

Why do we persecute this Jesus?
this Palestinian Jew, with claim
to one almighty God?
Ahh! let me home, it’s all too
much, and no avail.

so I Longinus, leader of Pilate’s guard,
which nailed him up, (he never complained)
gave him up, his broken body to his 
mother and the crowd; Oh! pitiful
crying and moaning, gnashing of teeth
in their pious, bloody grief

yet….he spoke to me, this Arab, this Jew,
with his eyes, he looked resolute and calm:
and a smile (aghast!) he had for me.

and the earth trembled and shook;


they loved him the many, I could see,
and I spoke out loud the words that I
believed, that he was real, and one with
he above!

and they looked at me, my men, and scowled,
ahh!...who are they to know?

and time and days passed. And I deserted:

and I took on the garb of wanderer, so as to 
be free, and sensed a great commotion;
“he’s back!. He’s never dead!”
and I was led by disciples’ horny hands, for they
knew me now, to a tomb, gaping hole and door-stone 
rolled aside.

and they shouted “where is he? where’s the master?”

and a passing storm became a torrent and the rivers 
swelled and the winds blew their strong wind,
and took away the grave’s harsh stink: then as 
quickly as it had begun, a sound like the rumble 
of a quake, split the sky and sunlight, warmed 
and dried the earth around.

and there the master in shining white, 
fresh with neat trimmed beard, as if out 
for a walk with kith and kin, came.

and up on a mountain we followed to the 
top, and he spoke; but because of the great 
clamor all about him, I could only catch a 
few words,
“make new disciples,” “ teach” and something
about him always being with us.

and then (I tell no lie)…his body took up to the 
warm sky, with flowing robes and a choir of heavenly
verse, the likes of which I had never heard.

and he was gone.

and I taught his words, for some time after; and each
time I spoke I felt grown;  and so, I lived my life:

but not for long; and soon I took his place and bid 
the sorry world, this place, a painful goodbye.

and when next I saw his smile, his tearful foreign
eye; I swelled; and went to his side:

and he placed his hand in mine.

Copyright © peter holmes

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Broken promises

Do you remember the first time we held hands,
you said you would never let go..
Remember when our eyes first connected,
you said you would never look at another..

Remember when our lips first kissed,
you said they would never touch another..
Remember when we first made love,
a tear rolled down your eye, you promised it would be us forever..

Remember when I said goodbye,
you said come back soon, you would wait forever..
Remember when you received my letters from the front line,
you promised you were still waiting..

Remember when you broke all your promises,
when I returned you were no longer present...
Remember when you first heard of my death,
did you stop for a moment to ask yourself why?

Remember when you saw my coffin go by,
did you ever visit the broken hearted soldier's grave..
Remember when you passed every flower shop,
did you think about laying flowers on my resting place..

You need to remember or my ghost will haunt you forever,
I'm knocking on heavens door, but they don't let me in..
Whoever said love doesn't hurt, never lost their beloved,
so, please remember, so I too can say goodbye..

Silent One. 12 August 2015.

Copyright © Silent One

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The Crosses of Night

Rising before me, are the graves,.. like the stars Embracing the light, while reflecting the moon The fields, vast and silent, ... never ending, the valiant Of those who had fallen, never knowing how far Some names forgotten, and some never known Crosses that grow from the wet grass below me I have lost count, as my eyes seek horizons Reflecting on lives of the soldiers, unknown Deeply I'm falling without knowing how far Into the depths of the fields that have drawn me Into reflection and into the questions Tossed into the sky, without answers to why My eyes can't believe all the sadness before me I have lost count and my heart seeks horizons Reflecting the reason, seeking answers, unknown
_________________________________________ Carrie Richards First Written 7/15/15 For Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings....."Any Poem Receiving H M"

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior

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. Godspeed! ¡Vaya con Dios!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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You may see me out on the streets Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway Trying to get a few hours sleep here in my latest home in cardboard city … I never stay more than a few nights in one place can never really settle; these streets aren’t safe You may see me out on the streets I’m sitting on the cold damp pavement with an empty coffee cup in my hand Hoping for a coin or two so I can have some real food in my aching belly Still you hurry past, trying to avoid making eye contact… Believe me, it’s so degrading rummaging in the litterbins like a wild animal But some days it’s the only way I can get any food to eat The biting cold and wet weather is my worst enemy I can never get warm even when the sun shines This is no life, just a way of surviving another day Guess you think I’m a waster, a dirty tramp You walk on by; judge me without knowing what lead me to life on the streets Bet you think I’m a druggie or an alcoholic I guess most people seem to think that They see my filthy clothes, straggly hair and grey beard Just five years ago I was like many of you I had a career, a beautiful wife, and two lovely children Spent many months away from home fighting for my country But then I got sent to Afghanistan… I saw scenes no man should ever have to witness I was traumatised Forever suffering flashbacks of the faces of those innocent people The children, oh those children – made me think of my two boys back at home I couldn’t cope any more, had a total mental breakdown I was a broken man … My wife could no longer deal with the mood swings , the erratic behaviour The Army did little to help – discharged me on health grounds, then basically abandoned me Now I’ve lost everything … my wife, family, my dignity Many of the people you see on the streets are like me … We all have a story to tell, but no one gives us the time of day Passers-by avert their eyes and hurry past like we are invisible Your eyes may tell you one thing… but please don’t judge me Because you don’t know me 07~21~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Hello Mum

It’s not what she hears that day
No. It’s what she sees, 
The image very nearly killed her
The neighbours say the scream was heard two blocks away
Though she can’t recall hearing what was said

No. It’s what she sees alright
Even to this day, she can feel the envelope
She can see the “WESTERN UNION” through the milky window
What she doesn’t hear, is what the Telegram Boy had to say

She still has the Telegram
Its yellow parchment a little brittle, the typed words 
“HIS DEEP REGRET THAT YOUR SON…” a little smudged, tears she guesses
Though she doesn’t remember any tears, they came later
Along with the pain of not knowing, and the sorrow of knowing

Then almost a year to that day, it’s not what she hears
But what every mother would want to see
What every mother would want to feel
And every mother would dearly love to hear
“Hello mum, I’m home…”

8 May 2015
Craig Cornish’s Poetry Contest “A Mother’s Ears”

Copyright © Mark Trichet

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Lonely I was when I stood staring at the sky
Had a gun in my hand, was too afraid to cry
Fought bitter battles and never lived to tell
How at the altar of freedom, my body fell

My soul searches for reasons as to why I died
Did I save my people, had I tried?
Do they remember me, my deeds, my name
Are they proud of me or did I bring them shame

My battered body stood testimony to my fate
My heart had stopped in a battle brought about by hate
I had screamed in pain, and shivered with fright
But before I died, I did put up a fight

Remember me, my beloved country
It was I, my men, who brought you victory
I fought to the last bullet in my gun
I was a soldier, I was your son

Copyright © Manoj Kumar

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The Center's Footsteps

Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine sorrow,
But only for a moment.
Up, up with you!
The sticky gobs cannot protect thee.
See me, Hear me.
For I see thee...
Thou hast split thine tongue
To hide, to forget.
Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me.
Go on, go ahead,
Walk through its enveloping black.
And when you cannot run,
And when you can’t do that anymore, 
Find someone to carry you.
Thou art strong!
Let thine center give you new feet!
If even thine center falls weary,
I shalt be thine legs.
I shalt carry you, my friend.

Copyright © Lauren Johnson

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My Soldier

My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
Nothing can replace the person that created you
someone there to help you no matter what you're going through
Someone who formed the person you became
someone who has sheltered you through waves and waves of rain
I can't say it enough, I love you with my whole heart
you're there to put me back together every time I fall apart
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
Mama I hope I forever make you proud
but you know I'll always test your patience as much as I'm allowed
I know that you've forgiven all the stupid **** I've done
and you've dealt with so much stress to ensure my childhood was fun
I'm forever grateful for everything you've sacrificed for me
I hope I am that apple that didn't all far from the tree
My mama, ya dove you
put no one above you
life might push and shove you
but I'll always love you
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her

Copyright © Eric Schojan

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The Life of a deployed Soldier

A lot of people take freedom, liberty, and even sleep for granted. They don't understand what it takes for them to be afforded those priveledges. They don't know how it feels to be on edge about everything that you hear. They don't know how it feels to be afraid to sleep. The don't know about the thunderous boom sound that makes your heart beat as fast as it can that becomes as normal as a telephone ring. You never know when or where the next boom will be, but you stay on edge hoping that it doesn't come in your direction. You lose sleep worrying about yourself, your friends, if you will ever see your children, if you will ever enjoy the place you call home, if you will go home as normal as you were when you left. Sometimes you find yourself alone with your thoughts and you just think about all the what ifs and find yourself filled with regret. There will be people giving advice, but they will never truly understand what you are going through. I guess we all find our way back to sanity eventually. We just have to learn how to make the crazy things normal. This is the path that we chose. These are the choices we made. We chose to support the country, no matter how big, or how small the role is that we have here. This is what separates us from everyone else. This is the life of a deployed soldier.

Copyright © tanyea toney-massie

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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.

Copyright © Charles Fuller

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A New Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India

For more details, please see my Blog dated 7th April 11 
'In India, a new Revolution is in the offing'

A New  Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India

A new torch is there in your hands,  dear Anna Hazare*,
A torch by which you are waking up the souls
Of millions and millions of our sleeping citizens.

To wake up and to remove the curses created by many of our
Corrupt bureaucrats and down to earth polluted politicians,
Such people inspire only directly or indirectly in my country 
Violence, crime, corruption, and greedy coalitions.

No words are sufficient to thank you, O soldier of Gandhi,
As by non-violence, only Gandhi wanted to change the society.

God has given you an opportunity to do something,  
O bold soldier
Several hundred thousands are standing with you and 
Millions would join your campaign for removing the curse of corruption,
Effecting our country and many countries of the world,
All these are the result of ever-increasing greed and misdeeds of many such bureaucrats and politicians,
Such people are ruining many countries of the world by their 
Ever increasing lustful temptations for money and greed for power and pelf.

In an era when the world is facing its new Renaissance of knowledge and awakening,
We salute your guts and efforts to bring a wind of change in my country.

Just keep walking with the torch of courage and hopes you have lighted,
As millions and millions more are waiting to join your efforts or 
Waiting to start a campaign like this in every country, 
As all the nations of the world are facing the tortures created by unworthy bureaucrats
and politicians.
Keep the torch high to light up the nation with a new light,
Our dear soldier Anna Hazare. 

Kanpur India 08th April 2011

Anna Hazare* .  Anna Hazare is a 73 years old man and  one of India's 
well-acclaimed social activists. A former soldier in the Indian army, 
Anna is well known and respected for upgrading the ecology and
economy of the village of Ralegan Siddhi which is located in the 
drought prone Ahmednagar district of Maharashtra state

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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I am an american soldier

 They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise! 
 They didn't ask for medals - or military parade!
 They didn't ask for sorrow - when we laid them in their graves! 
 And they didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became,
 When Johnny, came marching home! 
 When Johnny came marching home that day, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"! 
 They gave him NO hearty welcome then, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"!  
 Yes some men did shout and women spat, and the boys with clout, they all turned  
 They were ALL so brave then, when Johnny came marching home! 
 But those who spat and the boys with clout did not know what they spoke about, 
 but they all came out to blame Johnny for marching home!
 They all came out to blame Johnny for coming home!
 Yes, they were ALL, SO BRAVE, when Johnny came marching home on crutches
 with just one leg that day!   "OO-RAH" SOLDIER! 
 We promised we'd take care of them but 
 Somehow those noble words, like one old soldier said, 
 Don't die, they just fade away!
 Which one of you would have held a dying friend, all through that God-less night, 
 Bleeding, crying, dying, after a bloody fire-fight, 
 Trying the best you could to call in a Huey, and get him on a medevac flight at first
 light! Which one of you would have pick-up that fallen soldiers gun and just kept
 going on? 
 Which one of you would have fought again, until the battles won!  
 Instead we built a wall of stone / for the soldiers who did fall / then carved their
 names upon it, and called that welcome home!  
 They fought for the red, white and blue, all American soldiers, who fought for the
 red, white and YOU!
 And a family waits with pride, see, they just got word, only two more days and
 he'd be coming home for good.  Then at the door, two soldiers stood in the shadow
 of twilights glow, it seemed so surreal, but also apropos.
 With folded flag, of the stars and stripes in hand, at attention they did stand.  
 Then, with solemn grace and dignity said the words all families dread!
 "On behalf of a grateful nation, he fought the bravest  fight"!
 But with deepest sympathy, your soldier-son, won't be coming home tonight!
 They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise!
 They didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became!

Copyright © Tim Collins

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The Soldier

He'll never be the same again seeing all that blood shed, heart racing, bullets flying, seeing his comrades lying dead. The screams in the night, pulse racing, hiding in the dark. Knowing that any second  he's gonna be the enemies next mark. To afraid to breathe, daylight comes, the scene is so unbearable, never did he think that war could be this terrible.

Copyright © michelle edwards

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If Old Men Fought

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,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

Copyright © Mac McGovern

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Letter to a Hero

I sit upon the water's edge, and look across the sea and wonder if you look upon a crimson sky, me? The sun is coming up for you, yet here the day is done You are someone I have never met, and may be feeling down... While, here I'm safe, and I pray you are, and pray you're not alone I write with pen, in the dimming light, this letter to you, now, and implore the sun will let you know, ....I thought of you today..., so far away on foreign land, in a place I've never known If I could reach my hand to you, and to tell you how I care You keep me safe, tonight I'll pray, and God will hear my call and I'll gladly share my heart to you, to thank you for it all When you return to welcome arms and stars are brightly shining I pray that we can meet one day, so I can thank your kindness of bravery, of sacrifice, of heroism's blindness Then we shall stand, together safe, to watch the day declining....
____________________________________ 8/26/14 For Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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A Solider Ambition

The sight of blood, savage limbs, 
Perpendicular glossary to sky, 
Why so symbolic could it be, so divine? 

Melting skulls, haste tongues, 
Humble severed from commands, 
Is it a war zone at its end, or something like slim disease to propose? 

A wise man once said, 
That the term Love, Should never be thrown around if; 
You can never feel or distort from it.

My question to the wise man, 
When will war end, 
But I never got to propose such a question.

Young brother young brother I see we are close to cross that mountain, 
No matter your age origin or color, or creed. 
I consider you my young brothers.

Copyright © Louis Borgo

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Dearest Son, you are so far away from us,
Yet in my heart thou'art here beside me always,
My little boy are you grown, a soldier standing guard
On distant shore, their to protect the great U.S.A.
But you'll always be my small miracle, whom I love
More than any anthem playing, the stars and strips forever,
No flag folded in honors respect, could make up for the loss
Of one so dear, to a mothers loving heart.
Alone at night I sit beneath the glittering stars of wonder,
And ponder do you see them too, my son from where ever
Thou'st are.
The ink on this letter maybe runny, for many nights worth
Of tears have I shed in missing thee, but I know you will return
Unto me, my dearest boy, for God the heavenly father, watches
Over thee for me.
Around your neck is the symbol of our faith, it is a mother's
Promised vow that someday your return unto those whom love
Thee most of all.
For every miles you've traveled, whatever distances separation,
Know my thoughts never stray from thee, and loves heart connection,
Binds us together forever as one, my precious son, and his devoted mother.
When soldiers come home, a band shall always play, and drums of valor
Can be heard from afar, but nothing can compare to the heart's beating
Within those family members who have been waiting, for their men to
Come home from war.
Mine is one of those drumming hearts, and I will be waiting always to
Embrace thee my little boy, whose gone to be a soldier.
Sincerely your loving mother.


Copyright © cherl dunn

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Just a Soldier

He celebrated his enlistment
And proudly showed the pictures of his plane,
A screaming bird emblazoned with the stars
And stripes. He joked about our home fried chicken
And kissed his baby sister, promising
To bring back toys and treats from foreign lands.
He believed in freedom, said that all
The people of the world should have that chance;
The Viet Cong would rue the day 
The soldiers of America marched across their land. 

They brought him home in pieces, 
Shielded in a casket closed, draped 
With the flag he bravely served. 
We take the roses to his grave, 
Red and white and bound with ribbons blue;
We weep, not alone for him,
But for the “huddled masses yearning to breath free,” 
And for the valiant efforts that may have been in vain.

Copyright © Karen Ruff

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Soldier Friend

Soldier friend
May I stay with you my soldier friend.
May I cry with you till the last tear drop falls. 
For may no soldier be unloved for the freedom that he gives.
May no soldier walks the heavens above. God will be you.
Let no soldier be forgotten, when the bell rings that no soldier will be left behind.
They all will return safe and proud.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr

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Welcome Home

My precious son, welcome home
Let me hold you, embrace you, for you are not alone
My how you’ve changed, what battle has done
From serving your country, my soldier son

Your shoulders are broader, your face is like stone
Your hands are all battered, ankles worn to bone
You’ve shed lots of blood, and flood many tears
For you are a man, who’s truly faced fears

You’ve done the unthinkable, and have taken a life
And prayed for the courage, to do it in strife
You’ve lost many brothers, in battle abroad
And know that they rest, in a place next to God

I know who you are, because Im the same man
Now sit back and listen, while I hold your hand
I’ll tell you a tale, of freedom and pride
For I am God’s son, like you I have died

You see I’ve been a soldier, since the beginning of time
Fighting for good, my mission divine
I’ve died for Gods children, which you too have done
Your master is thankful, my soldier son

You were not blessed, with riches or gold
But with gifts much greater, than can ever be sold
You see god made you, with one mission in mind
To protect his creation, your mission divine

I know you have scars, that run deep inside
That man cannot see, but from me they can’t hide
Now hand me those burdens, in me you confide
Lay them at my feet, I’ll wear them with pride

Your mission is over, so lets take you home
To meet our great father, the man on the throne
He loves you so much, for what you have done
I welcome you home, my soldier son

Rhett Connolly, Author>

Copyright © rhett connolly

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A Soldier Returns

As he knelt 
to kiss the ground
tears gathered in my eyes
hands flew to my mouth
and my heart swelled with feeling.

I soared with him
as he straightened
and began to run.

Surely his heart would burst
as he gathered his wife
in a tight embrace and reached
to touch his son.

Copyright © Cona Adams

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Old Soldier

                                Walking past,
                                     I see you
                                   with your clothes from
                                    shoes that have seen
                                           to many miles,
                                  Weathered face,
                                      and furrowed brow.

                                   And pined upon your chest,
                                      ribbons and medals,
                                     won in some long forgotten

                                    Your stare,
                                          telling me your mind
                                      is still living those battles,
                                              of your youth.

                                     Only when speaking with you,
                                          a moment,
                                        as your face comes
                                       Letting you know
                                              we care.

Copyright © Tucker Carwile Jr

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We broke bread at dawn
Cold and shivering
Faces dirty, hearts weary
the kettle boiling over
a dying fire
tea meant to soothe 
our bones and joints aching
a bubbling soup hits our
nauseous bellies and
we fight to keep the swill down
covered in grease from that
horse we had to put down yesterday
war is no place for a noble beast
but man feels right at home
at first. and then he longs
for his own hearth
the wooden floors muddy
with boot and paw prints
ears burning from the 
wife's incessant nagging
and the fresh scent of
laundry set out to dry
left overnight. again.
the grunt of the pigs
digging in the slop.
Slop far more agreeable than 
this soup.
And that trusty steed alone in the stable.
But a fence has no business caging 
a noble beast.
A man feels right at home. At first.
But then he longs for those nights of his
The girls, the wine, the merriment.
The friends, long gone in some war. 
Perhaps this one.
No one to answer to but his dog
His own two legs carry him everywhere
Free, free is the only place for a noble beast
But a man is no horse.
Though he is a beast.

Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark

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Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.

Copyright © John Paluszek

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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier

Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 

Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 

So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!

Copyright © Monique Beach

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A Broken Soldier

The Broken Soldier

An old man
Over a hundred years old
Laying in a bed
His mind travels back to a time
He lived a life no one had to live
An ANZAC storming the shores of Turkey
An unknown place called Gallipoli
He watched s his friends died on the beach
His brothers died fighting in the trenches
Blood flowing in rivers
Soldiers running across acres of the dead
While officers hide miles away
Sleeping in the wet trench
He cried a tear for every ANZAC who fell
That time affected him
Seeing so much pain and death
He was never again quite right
The boy as gone
All that was left was a broken soldier
With memories he should not have
Even today
A century later
He still remembers
He has shed a billion tears
But when he dies, he will be happy
He will be with his friends and brothers
Once again, laughing and drinking beer in the pub
And he will be happy

Copyright © R. e. taylor

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50 Years-Korean War

Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011.  I miss him so.

50 Years-Korean War

		Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
		When the Korean War began,
		You were among the many to fight
		In this foreign land,

		You went bravely into battle,
		Because our country told you to go,
		You didn’t ask any questions
		You just went to fight the foe,

		North Korea was Communist,
		South Korea was not,
		The country had been split
		After World War II,
		Now American boys were fighting
		On Korean soil,
		The South Koreans needed help from
		The Red, White and Blue

		Dad, you were a hero,
		You served our country well,
		Now after 50 years
		You finally were able to tell,
		The story of your war
		And the misery you saw,
		The Korean War had been forgotten
		But now at long last,
		It will be remembered,
		As an important part of our past.

		Love always

		Celine Rose Mariotti

Copyright © Celine Rose Mariotti