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The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

He stared back at his life amazed
a scattering of miracles here and there
many cried out that he was crazed
when he gave that stern look and stare

Back there vast plains loudly waved
forested jungles crept up so very slow
Nature he wanted touched and saved
a tragedy of pain that the angels know

Dry, dead cities awaited his return
the man that set beauty in the blue sky
his life , a tree destined to burn
walking where others feared to even try

A man among men they admired and feared
the best any mother ever birthed and reared!

Robert J. Lindley, 02-27-2015

note:  Dedicated to H D L ....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet To US Warriors

                   "Sonnet To US Warriors"

         They know not what they will face today!
         Their eyes open with a jumpstart to the heart!
         Yesterday's a memory fading quickly away
         for from this war zone they all wish to depart!
         Sunrise is never, ever taken for granted,
         nor is sunset ever viewed quite casually!
         These men and women lay it all on the line,
         and do take the line laying quite seriously!
         They know that they have a job to do
         and swore an oath to do so willingly,
         with the hopes that ending War and bringing Peace
         will allow them to return to Family!

         The Warriors that everyday do protect You and I,
         The Marines, Army, Navy and The Air Force in the sky!

                      WTA-IV 4/5/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 

I'd fought a hundred battles 
       through the ages past and new 
I'd been a lowly foot soldier 
       But at times commanded too. 
I was a witness of Arab mothers 
       Fleeing cities under-siege ; 
A new age liberator, 
       The commander of the third. 
I had served with Ceasar's legion; 
       The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. 
When Arthur was in his Kingship, 
I was a captain of the knights 
A horseman tough and skillful 
       Of medieval cavalier; 
But ages had transformed me 
       to dash with iron wheels 
The only time I meet MacArthur 
       Was in the salient of St. Mehiel 
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful 
       To the guns and bursting shell. 
Oh well take a look at Monty 
       Too slow for his advance 
He didn't expect me to take Palermo 
       or Mesina to my plan 
 I was reproved of my harshness, 
       They knew not that I was somber too 
I cared not of my language 
       As long as my point would get through 
I'd mixed my words with profanities 
       That my orders surely stick 
My men would always remember every word 
       While they're in the battle field 
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards 
       They have no place on this earth 
I sent them to the frontlines 
       That no more they would breed 
 Those swivel chair commanders 
       Discounted my two days time 
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued 
       Before his dog tag stops to chime. 
So my men made it to Dunkirk 
       To the delight of McAuliffe 
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis 
       but "nutz" was all he said. 
I was cut off of supplies and fuel 
       For Market Garden's sake 
But after pissing the flowing River 
       I held the Fuhrer's nest 
So soon another war was ended 
       Mine enemies had lost 
The iron carver claimed the glory 
       And relieved me from my post.   

Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013

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The Scent of Water

He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.

Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.

Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.

When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.

*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her 
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She 
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband. 

July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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long live India,long live you

soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you

world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars

long live India,long live you

terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike

long live India,long live you

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015

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Legend of the Unknown

Tender smile fumes, the vanished touch of yore
Against midnight scream, passion in folklore
Tether thy gaily words. Not a tear loss
Arise ye heads, looked thence before at toss.
Silence posit as means for foe deceit.
Norm thath mandate knees ‘till poseur forfeit;
Smash across bloody, unknown one gallant
Niggle on trust which n’vr malevolent.

Flee and austere, meek wolves escape shameless,
Fight outside pride, hope tributes when helpless.
Oh! Might destroy peace nurtured humble eye;
Obscure fate hung after teary goodbye.

Untold misery haunts. Short lived supper
Unfold all plots. We died unseen pauper.

Copyright © Elijah Uchiha-Chara | Year Posted 2013

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Letter to a Soldier

Filled with festivities, here we adorn our houses with light, Lonely, in a bunker at the border, for our safety, you fight. We sleep peacefully here each day, believing it to be our right You stand rock solid, guarding us tirelessly each night. We see-off to school, our kids, with a kiss of good-bye You see yours growing in pictures only, as the years roll by, Can't stand the separation, closeness with loved ones we ever try Seeing your family on web-cam, brave warrior, you don't even cry. We are too full of ourselves as we go about our day Selflessly devote your sweat and blood, even your life you lay For His blessings to you, O Soldier, we heartily pray May you be hale and hearty, safe wherever you stay. If only we could live harmoniously, if not love, let tolerance be Then a peaceful world without war and violence, would our children see. 2/7/2012

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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The evil Black Widow hatched a wicked plan.

Using a willy worm for weather control,

she could crush the ants empire in her hand.

Just by sending flooding rain and freezing snow.

The Empire of the Ants heard of her plan,

and ordered Soldier B123 to arms.

He took a trained Beetle to be his shield man,

together they marched out past the aphid farms.

Soon they arrived at the Black Widows abode,

and she strummed her web hard, to cause them to flee.

The Soldier grabbed her, and on her back he rode,

while the trained Beetle set the willy worm free.

The Black Widow slipped through a hole in the wall.
Soldier and Beetle stand ready for the call.

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012

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Letter to a soldier

I stand where we once stood on those lucky dusking nights
Looking for the silhouette of you with hope you’ll soon return from the far away land of combat
I hear the echo of your voice resounding through gun shots and bomb blasts
To carry me the words you spoke in pledge to battle a world to keep our child and love safe
And emptiness grips me where your embrace once filled
But the heart is warm with promise that you are fighting for state calm and right
The only reason our child and love strays on the sacrificial altars of war;
Now I write, with spirit to your valor and supremacy
To call you home in decorum, to love and family; to safety
Every time we sit without you under this starry sky
I almost see you straying across frontlines in shear devotion to state calm and right
And I am calling you home; I am calling you to safety
Calling you to fight for our child and our love as you have for the State
This is our family letter to a state soldier.

Copyright © Irene Namajja | Year Posted 2014

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No Soldiers Here

To die midstream 
moonbeam of rosette 
Unseen to down-pour 
whites of greyness grown
Be poisoned spears to 
soldiers gone too soon
From country-cuddling 
hold and seeds unsown.

Through wintery cold of 
dewy-morning scorn
Where lies comfort in 
dreams of homeward 
The soldier's toil be made 
the clarion-horn
To cheering crowds of 
clouds to rain-remorse.

And dust o'er dust, the 
soldiers buried, reign
A waste of years before 
the waste behind
As mourning silence o'er 
medallions feign
Dethrones the rest and 
battle-days remind.

"A soldier shall ne'er 
grow to death unblest
Unless uþon regrets, be 
laid to rest".

Copyright © Mustapha Mosi Gomina | Year Posted 2013

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I'm Sorry Freedom

I’m sorry my dear heroes for our shame
For mothers’ empty tears that now go by
For curses braved so cowards sit and cry
For surely there is someone else to blame

I’m sorry that your glory became lie
That freedom was an easy thought to tame
That while you fought our leaders played a game
That all the hopes of yesterdays now cry

Like flocks of sheep to terror in we cave
To eyes and ears that watch us everyday

Arrested cause our clothes hint misbehave
Our children searched in streets they used to play

Those dreams of liberties whose cost were grave
Are freedoms we now lightly give away

Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © sandra byrd | Year Posted 2005

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THE FUNOM'S SONNET - You won Samurai

you can be the sun or earth
you can be the dew on grass
you can see the way and worth
see any ant dig eat and pass
run in a big bay see her girth
far you go cut and surpass
if not sea go try the firth
all are not gem few are brass
god has put two box one empty
now its you who has one key
you can win but not for free
bit by bit and try by try
hit by hit now jet fly high
omg you won samurai

Entered Contest - THE FUNOM'S SONNET
Sponsored by: Funom Makamakm

Copyright © Deepak A. | Year Posted 2016

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Child Soldier

Yesterday, I saw my buddy, he was with his daddy
On their yard, together happily playing, the rugby
While I stood near at the iron gate, I heard his father
Telling him, of his love and belief, that he should gather

My admiration goes for his father, in him, he’s laid
Brave boys, don’t cry, it is only a girlish thing, he said
I envy my friend of his time with his father, they talked
And having great time, of being together, so I walked

Out, from the scene, without disturbing their family time
While inside me, hate’s mustering, for my own has no rhyme 
Today, when I saw my friend, like dried meat, in his coffin
I thought his father have lived with conscience, for his own teen

My old buddy had an intriguing hole, on his forehead
He was only 12 years old, and now, tears for him I shed

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006