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The Soldiers Lullaby

She once walked with him and stopped with him
when they heard that familiar refrain.
She'd stand beside him while he'd salute
her pride for her Soldier was plain,

and every night, 
while he'd hold her tight
contented and happy, she'd sigh.
They would drift off to sleep
listening to the beat
of the Soldiers Lullaby.

They play the National Anthem
to fill us with fire and pride
and the last one they play every evening
is the Soldiers Lullaby.

Twice a day at nine eleven
when her Soldier was in Iraq
she'd bow her head in silence
to remember that September attack,

and when she'd get home in the evening
tired and lonely, she'd cry.
She'd pray that somewhere he was listening
to the Soldiers Lullaby.

Now she stands at the gate in the airport
heart pounding as Soldiers stream by,
so excited she can barely contain it
overwhelmed she's starting to cry,

and the crowd is beginning to thin now
the tears and the laughter all die,
heart broken and lonely, she stands there
when she hears his voice simply say "hi"...

It's been years since she's thought of that moment,
they've been busy with life passing by.
Two girls and two boys
now fill their lives with joy
and time really does seem to fly,

but at night when she's tucked in her family
she still bows her head with a sigh
and she never forgets to remember
The Soldiers Lullaby.

~For Jenn with love


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The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.


He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be
©2013C.LBaker


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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


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WHISKEY LULLABY

written 17th Sept 2013


             "WHISKEY LULLABY"
                          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


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I don't want to fight

I don’t want to fight

I’ve been here just a few long days
I’ve still a year to go
There’s not too much to do out here
The days, they pass so slow
And lord, it gets so blooming warm
It’s not the place to be
If one’s looking for a comfort zone
And sweet tranquillity.

The Cong, they send their missiles in
The guns they roar so loud
They hate our guts, behind that wire
They’re fighters, and they’re proud
These folk, they want to keep their land
And I guess they’ve got their rights
I don’t know what we’re trying to win
But I don’t want to fight.

Oh, I don’t care about Vietnam
I really, truly do not give a damn
I just want to go back home
And be just who I am.

Three hundred and sixty days to go
I think I’ll die out here
If net through this fighting thing
Maybe, I’ll die of fear
I have a wife and two sweet kids
The baby I’ve not seen
But here I am in Vietnam
All dressed in jungle green


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Christmas in the Middle East

Said the soldier to his wife at home,
do you see what I see?

Way up in the sky, my dear,
do you see what I see?

A rocket, a rocket, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite...
With a tail as big as a kite... 

Said the soldier to his only son,
do you hear what I hear?

Ringing through the sky, my boy,
do you hear what I hear?

A bomb, a bomb, high above the sands
With a voice as big as the sea...
With a voice as big as the sea... 

Said the soldier to his president,
do you know what I know? 

So safe at home, Mr. President,
do you know what I know? 

Men, men are dying in the sand
Let us bring them home
Let us bring them home 

Said the Poet to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say! 

Pray for peace, people everywhere,
listen to what I say!

Our nation, our nation, rising to its feet
Its strength will bring us peace today
Its strength will bring us peace today.

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Based on the "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Christmas song written in October 1962 with lyrics by Noël Regney and music by Gloria Shayne Baker. 
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                             ----------------------------------While Christmas approaches nearer to our hearts and homes, it is important to remember our brothers over-seas. Everyday, people are dying in wars that should have ended long before they begun, and now, in a time as great as any, we must remember that peace is not impossible, but rather grows in the hearts of all whom maintain it.

This Christmas, let us do our part.


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Letter To A Friend

Dear friend
Where do I begin? 
I got so much on my mind
Sometimes I wonder where we stand
But my emotions is bout to explode
Like a volcano when its eruption
And your name came in mind
When it came to reach out for a hand
I’m overseas fighting
With mortars flying over my head
Bullets traveling toward my frame
Fighting for something I don’t understand
I’m crying cause I need help
And here I don’t have a friend
Today I am alive
But tomorrow I might be dead
And man with this
Always on my mind
Got me scared for the fact
I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Usually I call you
But I have to write this on a line
Cause my voice is so shaky
I can’t say a word but jus cry
To me you’re like a brother
You are always by my side
That’s why I’m writing you
Even though I feel shy
You always seen me tough
But never seen my sad side
I hate that I feel like this
Even though I don’t know why
And I think you are the only person
That can really calm me down
Even though in my eyes
I see death all around
Blood on the sand
Body parts on the ground 
Sometimes I think to myself
How do I stay alive living with a frown? 
But knowing you’re here for me
Is enough to hold me down
Jus writing this to you
Is making me feel better right now
One day we’ll sit down and talk
And on my face you’ll put a smile
But I hope that day comes
Before I’m the next dead person found


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KNocking On Heavens Door Re-mix

Momma lay my guns to ground
 Uncle Sam said i can't shoot them anymore
 There's a dark, dark cloud coming down
 Oh my God! it's heavens door
 9 catfish head on the fence there
 Why in the hell did i ever fight this war
 Maybe God will give me Wisdom one day
 I don't know I prayed for it since i was 4
 my brother's on the ground he's dying, bleeding to death
 I just killed him I'm carrying a sword
 I look down I'm ashamed now
why in the hell did I ever fight this war!


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Little Soldier

my little soldier
stand tall 
be proud of who you are 
and the things you acheive
never let them put you down 
you are my little king 
now put on your crown 

my little soldier 
be brave
appreciate the things you have
and the things you do 
be careful throughout your life 
look after your children 
take care of your wife 

my little soldier
show love
care for your family
and the friends you have
follow your dreams 
keep people close to your heart 
things are never as difficult as they seem  

Listen
little soldier 
make me proud


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The 4th Branch

The voice of racism preaching the 
gospel is devilish a fake church 
called the Prophet Muhammad a 
terrorist forgetting God is not 
religion but a spiritual bond and 
Jesus is the most quoted profit in 
the Koran they bombed innocent 
people trying to murder sudaam 
when you gave him those chemical 
weapons to go to war with Iran this 
is the information that they hold 
back from Peter Jennings cuz 
condalisa rice is just the New Age 
Sally Hemings I break it down with 
critical language and spiritual 
anguish the Judas to hang with the 
guilt of betraing Christ you 
murdered his religion and painted 
and white translated in 
psychologically tainted philosophy 
the conservative political right wing 
ideology glued together sloppily the 
blasphemy of a nation got my bakk 
to the wall cuz I'm facing 
assassination Guantanamo Bay 
federal incarceration how could this 
be the land of the free home of the 
brave indigenous Holocaust and the 
home of the slaves corporate 
America dancing offbeat to the 
rhythm you really think this country 
never sponsored terrorism human 
rights violations we continue the 
saga El Salvador in the contras of 
Nicaragua and on top of that you 
still want to take me to prison just 
cause I won't trade Humanity for 
patriotism? ,immortal


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For Our Heroes

These are heroes,
Friends and family,
Giving for a nation,
Giving for you and me.

There is no happy ending in wartime,
Never will they hear raining applause,
This isn't like a television sport show,
War goes on without morality laws.
It take a true hero to stand and fight.
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring.
Time may wipe away tears and blood,
The battles are bold with remembering.

These are heroes,
Friends and family,
Buying nights of freedom,
That don't come for free.

There is no financial reward given,
Families are left to fend for their own.
The government may be slow to respond.
Cold eyes close at bedtime, grey as stone.
Never knowing the effects of the war,
How each family will pretend to understand.
It takes a brave soldier to hold fear back,
It is an emotional heart wrenching demand.

These are our heroes,
Our friends and family.
All of these sacrifices,
Were for you and me.

These are our heroes, 
Everyday being strong.
Keep them in your prayers,
In your hearts where they belong.



For Contest: Lyrics For Our Heroes
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Date: 08-08-2014


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Fatherland

Fatherland
I have no home, no fatherland, I am a soldier with no weapons, No worldly goods can tie me down, My paths lead me into distances grey. Trenches are my bed, The starry skies of the universe Will cover me when nights are cold. I shall write invisible letters On clouds of cigarette smoke And remember times full of grace When groves were awakening in spring; Only memories remain there, The tranquility of souls will not decay. Bitter thoughts have built barriers, Fields will bleed in spasms - A safe haven for a hero of the fatherland.


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Baby Soldier (Ethnic Cleansing)

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close, not all that far

Marching feet and distant drums

but I can't see where they come from..

Baby Soldier with angry eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

it's not your fault..........it's just your fate

Baby soldier

Slaughter in the market place

You heard their cries, you saw their face

How then can you sleep at night?

How dare you say, "everything alright"

Baby soldiers with empty eyes

empty minds refilled with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

while baby soldier licks the plate

Baby soldier

Dancing in a rain of fire

Just one more death for your empire

but baby soldier dies alone

his soul is gone his heart is stone

Baby soldier with empty eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

It's not your fault It's just your fate

Baby soldier

Baby soldier lay it down

the crops won't grow in blood soaked ground

but baby soldier cannot hear

above the sound of hate and fear

baby soldier with angry eyes

feeding on their hate and fear

while fat old men get fat on lies


everyone dies that's why you're here

Baby soldier

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close not all that far.


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Letter From A Friend

Dear Friend
Why you wondering where we stand? 
Me and you are tighter
Then the ying yang we make with our hands
I know we’re far apart
But a call brings us back together
No matter the hour of the day
And no matter the type of weather forever
But I’m glad
You came to me first
Each time I read your letter
It hurts me even worse
Because I see us more than friends
We’re bothers in the Lord
So if you are hurting
Then I am hurting even more
You can always count on me
When your world is going wrong
I will never turn my back on you
Even if my back is against the wall
And I know it’s not easy to tell our moms
When it’s hard for us to stand
What do they know about military life? 
Or the struggle for a military man? 
Don’t be shy
Because there’s something we all do fear
If I had the chance to switch services
You know I’ll be right there
And I am not brave
I wanna be the friend you can lean on
you said I can calm you down
well I also wanna keep you Army strong
death isn’t nothing
but the devil getting to you
keep believing in God
he will give a path to make it through dude
jus so you know
I’m here I’m always around
you’ve been trained good
so take a step back and calm down
and when you come home
we’re going to party like when we was kids
and laugh at all the stupid things
we ever did
keep your head up
because this is where it has to end
yours truly P.S.
you’re my number one friend


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Foullen -Part Two-

-Kaz walks in the room slowly his hair hanging in his face wiping his forehead with the back of his hand- Hello Foullen, Have you had a chance to feed yet today ?
Foullen-he turns around standing far from Kaz-
Kaz- ilove you. -He gets up walking towards the direction in which Foullen was smiling alittle- You bit me and it set off sparks Im mesmerised by you and your existance I let you feed because i cant stand anything happening to you. I love you
Foullen-quickly turns around looking at Kaz-
Kaz-He stands directly in front of him touching Foullen on the cheek looking in his eyes-
Foullen-he quickly grabbed his things, fastly opening the door walking out into the woods-
Kaz-he runs out following him- Foullen!
Foullen-he walks faster not turning around as he huffs out the door-
Kaz-he contines to go after him sprinting and following him closely still calling out to him- Foullen!
Foullen-he turns around his eyes glowing a bright bright blue- "what!"
Kaz-Why are you running? You had a sparkle in your eye when i told you i loved you, and now your running. what is going on?
Foullen-he would mumble something under his breathe and begins to talk louder- " eh um idk, no one has said that before, how was i suppose to react? happy?" -he closed his eyes and sighed as if he failed-
Kaz-Im sorry if it upset you but its the reason i keep coming back, I keep coming for you. -he grabed his arm lightly in a comforting manner-
Kaz-He kisses him gently- I dont want to let you go ever -He whispered softly in Foullens ear after their lips parted-
Foullen-he turned away from Kaz and started to walk away-
Kaz-He got up going towards Foullen wrapping his arms around the vampires chest from behind-
Foullen-"im nothing you want" -he unwraps Kaz's arms from his chest and pushes him away-
Kaz-You are what I want exactly in fact. Your strong and beautiful, and you make me smile inside. I want nothing else but you.
Foullen-"many people come up to me saying that, how do i know your not any different?" -he sighed looking down-
Kaz-Well, Ive followed you thus far, and I keep advancing admist all of you attepmts to push me away. And i know you felt something when you kissed me. Im here for the long hull, and I know im not perfect and never will be but I aspire to be as perfect as I can for you. And even when we fight to the point of crying, I wanna be the one to hold you, and try my best to protect you in whatever way i can.

(Stay tuned for Part Three)


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American soldier

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

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

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


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When the Saints Go Marching In

When the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
The toils and snares of independence ring
When the saints go marching in

When the saints go marching in
When they’re carried to their graves
The price of independence stings
When the saints go marching in

When the spring rolls forth new growth
When the spring rolls forth new growth
Daffodils and daisies grow
When the spring rolls forth new growth

When the widows and children sing
When the widows and children sing
The hearts of man can sorrow bring
When the weak in heart do sing!

O when the caskets are lined row by row
When the caskets are lined in rows
Counting the cost of freedom grows
When the caskets are lined in rows

Revised lyrics to “When the Saints Go Marching In”
Written by Gwendolen Rix
7-11-14

*Written for contest...Any Patriotic Poem


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Gods of War

Another day, another life,
Another victim to eternal strife.
To the altar of hate and vice,
Lay them down in sacrifice.
Ideals, dreams, wishes, hopes,
We teach our children of life’s ropes.
So one day they won’t think twice,
As we lay them down in sacrifice.
Take their dreams, take their lives,
Reduce them to their primal drives.
So one day, in fields of rice,
They’ll kill each other in sacrifice.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.

Bravely they storm up a hill,
Warriors made from society’s mill,
Here they find the truth of life,
In a nation’s hell-spawned strife.
Bullets whiz and mortars scream,
In a song from the devil’s dream,
As they climb, so they fall,
In sacrifice to their nation’s call.
Trenches gutted with fire and hate,
Up they go, to men’s fate,
As men die, falling down the hill,
Trenches below slowly fill.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.

The hill is taken one more time,
But, in the slaughter, there is no crime.
For we taught our children, once so nice,
To lay themselves down in sacrifice.
The bugle plays taps above the wail,
Of people in grief, now so pale.
Politicians again roll the dice,
To see who is called for sacrifice.

The gods of war call,
As warriors rage and fall.
The banners fly high and tall,
As names are etched on a wall.


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Soldier

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

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

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





























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Something to it.

 Baby blue sets in. A little baby boy. Soldiers in the cradle make 
 little soldier noise. A single drop sets in. A monkey on her back
 is patiently awaiting for a quick monkey attack.
 Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
 Though there's a pudred smelling fungus in the corner down the hall.
 Where sweaty men play with a brown leather ball.
 Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
 
 Something in the sunshine. Something in the wind. 
 Something in it's whisper to make me feel alive again.
 Something in its madness, like slushy winter snow.
 Where drunken men find lonliness,and laughing children go.

 And I can't help but stumble, and I can't help but fall.
 And I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
 And I can't help but get up, and i can't help but fall. 
 And I can't help but think that there's something to it all.

 Baby blue sets in. A little baby girl. Solders in the cradle
 form little soldier curls. A single drop sets in a monkey on
 her back. Is patiently awaiting for a quick monkey attack.
 
 Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
 And I can't help but stumble, and I can't help but fall.
 And I can't help but get up, and I can't help but fall.
 And I can't help but think that there's something to it.


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Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*


Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows

and at cultivated fields and forests,

 the small villages and big cities

of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.

The white ships float past,

They salute  the old soldier and ask its blessing. 

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples 

in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,

In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.

It observes all around and welcomes the ships,

recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, 

Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, 

on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.