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Details | Free verse | |

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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One Toy Soldier

One Toy Soldier

Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.

Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.

Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...

Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam

One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.

deborah burch©                            


Copyright © Deborah Burch

Details | I do not know? | |

Chris Kyle the Great Sniper

Before you read this poem, I would like to invite you in reading about the great American sniper hero. I am also dedicating this to the fallen sniper because he is a true Patriotic Hero. Thank you.

Chris Kyle was and still is loved by many, this to be true I say
I always believe him to be, a great sniper to this undying day.
Why must things happen to people, that are always so kind
Life would be better keeping some, alive alongside mankind.

Why don’t I tell you a story, about this very kind honest fellow
He was and is an U.S. Navy Seal, but along that chill and mellow.
The most lethal sniper known of, in American military history
With a very high percentage confirmed kills, quite the victory.

At the young age of eight, his father taught him how to shoot
A great father teaching a son, instead of giving him the boot.
A bronco rider for the rodeo, sadly gave it up for a serious injury
It was to his arm although he still lived, with very great dignity.

Being a great sniper had an effect, putting souls to their bed
Eventually somewhat famous, an increasing bounty upon his head.
Undoubtedly dubbed the “Devil of Ramadi”, by non-other than Iraqi
An increasing bounty shot twice, but his body and will still intact.

After a while serving his country, he retired heading home graciously
Taking back some long spent  time, spending it with his family.
Chris Kyle a loved husband, a friend to many and a beloved son
His homeland now saddened, for America has lost a patriotic one.

A great warrior indeed, in my opinion our greatest honorable hero
He put his life on the line, instead of becoming the common zero.
The greatest treasure of all, came from within himself to prove
That all humans aren’t wrongful, but that we all can improve.

Copyright © Dalton A. J. Hunkler

Details | I do not know? | |

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already

Copyright © rachel blake

Details | Free verse | |

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 Soldier

The grass is wet,
                  from dew...?
                       from tears...?
I must sit down, ..........
                      be close to you....
But, I don't care...the dew won't kill me...
But, what of tears?     They can.......they do
                                                and I will drown..........

I'll  sit here in the cool, damp grass,  and write to you

I'll write to you, ....  as if you'll see it,....
As if you'll know my words for you

What else to do?....What else to do? 

It's all so quiet now,  so still and calm
  Except for sparrows,..... and their songs
      Can you hear,.... from where you are?
        If they sing in silent chorus, but you can't hear it,  
             Tell me, tell to bear it?

                   I write this letter....
                     Where to send it?

Their eulogies began and ended, 
They linger in the heartless wind
It's over now,  how can it be?
It's lonely now, beneath the trees...

They've all gone home,  we're here alone
They've carved your name into the stone

You lie here with me,   but I'm so cold.
You promised to come back to hold me
You told me when we said goodbye...
You told me that you would survive

Will I?                                     Will I?

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Suicide Soldier

They sent him to serve without regarding his life
Voting for redemption instead of his kid and wife
He treads within mazes and shadows of a lost city
Those willing to die to save their family dignity
Fighting back against hateful ignorances believed
What anyone will gain is only how it is perceived

Copyright © ... Gigno

Details | Free verse | |

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

Details | Verse | |

Little Solider

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

Copyright © Emanuela T.

Details | Ballade | |

Paying back what I owe

Paying back what I owe.

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

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

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

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

13 July 2013 @ 1208hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Abecedarian | |

44 Drops of Blood

by Coui Kim MinSu JA

Silence has consumed my lonesome soul
Beneath the sheets of my darkest fall
I broke my armor, my helmet and my sword
I lost the battle after I gave my all.

These hostile MOROns speak the language of war
Treachery is their dialect, how nasty they are!
They house the villains, they feed the crooks
Yet they always call their god, every time they shoot.

I lost my sight though not am I blind,
Revenge is the light, the only light i find
My wrath and my curse are constantly roaring
Within my heart I can no longer contain.

With these 44 drops of blood I solemnly swear
Doom are these wicked, for gone are my fears
Now, I raise this peaceful banner and flip it up RED
Cause I thirst and hunger for all of their HEADS.

Copyright © Jasper Abcede

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Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz

Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".

Copyright © Rachel Couvillon

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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.

Copyright © Mark Spencer

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A Soldier Has Just Gone Home

A soldier has just gone home.
This evil world no more to roam.
It wasn't for want of prayers,
But all is known to our heavenly father>

A soldier has just finished her fight.
On the eagles' wings she has taken her flight.
No more pain or worry of any kind,
Her eternal rest she has gone to find.

A saint has just found her rest,
Her memory is forever blest.
Although all the loved ones are grieving,
but God, His precious daughter receiving.

Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi

Details | I do not know? | |

Soldiers Girlfriend

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

Copyright © rachel blake

Details | Rhyme | |

The Daddy Soldier

At four years old she kissed him goodbye
In his splendid soldier’s uniform
She was saddened to see her mother cry
As he set off for a land that’s foreign

She didn’t understand the reasons
Why her Daddy had to go
She only knew it was a soldier’s duty
Because her Daddy had told her so

By five years old she had forgotten his smell
From the after-shave when he gave her a kiss
She had gotten used to life without Dad
But by her mother, every day he was missed

Today her father came home
Though it wasn’t a day full of smiles
He would be traveling in a wooden box
Across the many miles

Six soldiers carried him off of the plane
With an American flag draped over the top
She watched the tears flow from Mommy’s eyes
As if they’d never stop

She stood up and she saluted them
The way her Daddy had shown
Not completely cognizant
Of the eternity of his new home

When Daddies of little children
Die for some vague political cause
Every living human being
Should stop in thoughtful pause

In wars there are no winners
Just some who loose much more
Victory has hollow meaning
When Daddy dies when you are four

Copyright © Joe Flach

Details | Lyric | |

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

Copyright © Travis Johnson

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In a bright, hot blue bath of air
The waning day's thick mantle spreads.
Palms rear their green, effulgent heads;
Muezzins call the flocks to prayer.

The sun, in this mid-eastern place,
Is round, and dusty gold, and strange.

If I knew methods to exchange
This place for glimpses of your face,
I'd trade exile in dry Afghanistan
For freedom in a tamer land.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore

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A Brave Soldier

In a war torn land

Out in the desert sand

Lies a soldier in wait

Not knowing his fate

He thinks about his home

About this desert land he'd roam

About his life and the freedom he's had

This war and the fighting which makes him sad

It was a job he chose you see

A soldier is what he wanted to be

Until he got to this desert land

Now waiting for the enemy, the other man

Destruction and chaos all around

Gunshot and explosions do resound

He wondered what he got himself in

His nerves seem to be shedding thin

But who would fight if he did not

Who would be posted in this hot spot

His only dream is to survive

Until another brigade arrives

Out  in this barren land

Lying in the desert sand

Whether this war is right or wrong

Lying here, this soldier must stay strong

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock

Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Thoubert Larus

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Welcome Home, Soldier

The brave young soldier had served his tour in the dreadful battle,
Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the muskets' constant rattle!
He'd spent months in the trenches in the cold, the mud and gore,
And had seen his valiant brothers fall and learned the futility of war.

He'd finished his tour of duty and was heading home to take his rest.
Comrades escorted him to the plane saying, "Buddy, you did your very best!"
Alas, he had fallen and was placed aboard a C-130 known as the "Angel Flight".
In a casket he lay in the dimmed cargo space as they sped on through the night.

He had fought heroically with members of his platoon at his side.
He had taken the solemn oath to serve his country with unabashed pride.
Sadly, he would not hear 'welcome home' by his kin with great elation,
Nor be embraced with longing arms or hear the praise of a grateful nation.

No!  He heard angelic choirs and God's tender welcome to his eternal home,
As he took his final bourne on high through that vast celestial dome.
God said, "Welcome home, Soldier!  May I present you with this crown!
You have served Me and My people with honor and great renown!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

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On a Bench

Sitting on a bench
she met him one day
in the park, he passed by
and stole her heart away

sitting on a bench,
when he told her he'd be gone for a year
the army needed soldiers
and she was left with her fear

sitting on a bench
in the summer, in the fall
the leaves fell away
and she waited through all

sitting on a bench
while the snow came and went
while the grass turned back green
and less letters were sent

sitting on a bench
one year later, anticipating
sitting on a bench
where she still is found waiting

Copyright © Brandi Mitchell

Details | Ballad | |



Now Jock he was a friend of mine
In those good old army days
When teenage boys were herded in
And made to change their ways
He told me one fine summer’s day
With a big blue sky above
"I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy
This army life I love".

They shipped him off to good old Nam
Placed a rifle in his hands
And said "now you're a soldier boy
I hope you'll understand
We're fighting those old Vietcong
You've got to see us right
You don't know what it's all about!!!
Nor us, just go and fight"

Poor Jock ain't with us any more
God bless his poor old mum
Our lad he was a forward scout
No use his bloody gun
As the flying metal put him down
Our jock the hero died
As politicians wined and dined
So many tears were cried.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The Last Post

THE LAST POST.............

Six soldiers bear a coffin, 
Of a comrade killed in war. 
The Union flag draped over him, 
A hero to us all. 

This soldier killed in battle, 
In a conflict overseas. 
A man who fought for his beliefs, 
While defending you and me. 

To the families of these soldiers, 
Of my thanks I give to you. 
The bravery that they have shown, 
Such courage is shown by few. 

A military burial, a volley of shots, 
Then a flag lifted up from its host. 
And as we lay him down to sleep, 
A bugler then plays the last post. 

God bless you our brave British soldier, 
For this country still owes you a debt. 
You gave up your life for our freedom, 
This ex soldier will never forget. 

.............Rest in peace...............

Copyright © Leighton Rees

Details | Rhyme | |

A Brave Soldier

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. 

Copyright © Rachel Fogle

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US Soldier Gone

here one day
gone the next

never thought i'd see the day 
that you'd go before i 

if i could go back
i would do it all over

i can not press rewind
just got to leave you behind

you are in a better place now
rest in peace Payton

Copyright © Mary Ann Young

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A Dark Cloud Of Pain And Gloom Left Me In A World Of Doom

Luck is something hard to find
Will someone just give me a sign
Saying my life will get better
So rain clouds don't keep me wetter
Everyday with something new
That just always leave me blue
Like finding out a bad disease 
Is gonna bring me to my knees
And I have just months to live
Just once universe please give
Me something glad to share
So I know you truly care
And not send me a bad note
Leaving a lump in my throat
That my house is in foreclosure
And being dropped by a bulldozer
J just want one happy day
Where everything will be O.K.
But that's not my kind of luck
I wish that I  could  just tuck
All this pain and sorrow in
A furnace so once I can win
But it doesn't happen soon
When the worst of my sad gloom
Knocks on my door with the look 
Telling me somebody took
My sons life inside a war
Tugging at the very core
Of my existence and whole world
Their deadly words made my heart twirl
Into a broken pieces pile
Knowing now and for a while
That dark cloud flying overhead
Left my world lonely and dead

Copyright © robin davis

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Brave Soldier

Eleven years ago, my father died.
Divorced from my mother when I was two, 
he was a stranger to me most of my life.
I had no tears as the Marine handed me the flag.
He said, "This is a gift from the President of the
United States in honor of the service that your father
gave to his country". 

Five years ago, as my mother died,
I touched her face and held her hand -
something she never allowed when we were children.
I told her everything was all right
and she could let go.
My eyes were dry, she had no funeral.

Later that year,
my husband packed his suitcase.
He told me of his plans
to find his "spiritual path", and left.
I said nothing and went inside.

But last night, my sweet little Aussie
stumbled and fell, unable to move.
With wide eyes slightly opaque,
her dear face grey around the muzzle,
she told me, its time.

This sweet companion,
faithful and brave, has only asked
for my presence in her life.

This morning, I awoke,
and I cried a  child,
with my mouth open,
eyes streaming,
nose running.

Copyright © Susan Raineri

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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

Copyright © Travis Johnson