Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the mornings grass all covered with dew
I remember the dead man and blood on the floor
my hand in my mothers as she went for the door
I remember the stairs I thought I’d fall through
and the building where she was hidden from you
she tried drowning me in the bath and the tub
her hands on my throat on the dining room rug
the pain of the walls where my body flew
the floor of the closet when she was through
I remember you entering the door
as you picked up my body from off the floor
the words were so ugly I’ve forgotten them now
but things haven’t changed much anyhow
I remember the willows and switches not few
a home not mine and the children were new
a string of families never seeming to end
the abuse and the beatings I’m not on the mend
I remember the the rage and the red flushed face
what did I do to fall from your grace
I remember the fear when I tried to hide
the man and the 2by4 when it hit my side
the bruise and welts with noone to care
my mother and father aren’t even there
I remember the family that took me in
they had no daughter just two young men
one boy was loving the other was slime
but the parents protected me most of the time
I was safe for awhile with nightmares not few
and some of my demons she helped to slew
I remember you taking me home at last
you had remarried some six months past
I remember the woman was cruel and mean
she remained that way till I was sixteen
At fifteen I had been already raped twice
the drugs and pills and the wrist yet to slice
I remember the police to the hospital sped
the straight jacket and thorazine I should have been dead
I remember the airplane that sent me away
with my half brothers mother I was to stay
my neck with a forearm pinned to the wall
my half brothers brother screaming he will have all
I remember the screaming as I flew down the stairs
his violence had caught me totally unawares
the pain as he smashed me on the walls of the hall
the kicks in the ribs after my fall
the nine months I walked in a state of fear
how I passed my classes is very unclear
I remember the man when I hitched into town
the car was a sedan of dirty brown
the doors had no handles no way to get out
he pulled out a knife and proceeded to shout
how he would cut me and make me bleed
if I didn’t fill some sort of need
how I grabbed the wheel for steering the car
when he slammed on the brakes down the road not far
when he slid out the door by the side of the road
it seemed to me that all time had slowed
he released me with curses not language unknown
from the cage of his car this bird had flown
I remember the man preaching justice and truth
but to find answers one must become sleuth
I remember the marriage and I made him swear
that to hit or harm me he must never dare
I remember the baby with curls of gold
by seventeen to marriage my father me sold
I remember the lapses of time I had lost
the forge of my youth and the price it had cost
the thread that kept me alive was so thin
in my mind it was always me against him
I remember the children that helped keep me sane
with some sort of focus with the man I had lain
I remember the striving for some sort of truth
what kind of a mother my children had in their youth
I remember it all so plain and clear
that violence from men will always be near
I swore at sixteen no child to have
if you couldn’t play safely with joy and a laugh
forgive me my children for bringing you here
the reasons I do things are sometimes not clear
My parents are gone and I do not mourn
but only for the life I was never shown
I did try to spare you the same kind of fate
I hoped that my love would be never to late
I had no control of the time or the chance
that injustice would look upon you with his glance
I raise my eyes to the heavens and vent to his name
to save all the children who are yet put thru shame
In a blast furnace my life has been forged
the tool of the hammer has formed my discourse
in molten metal I have been shaped
the tool of another I have not escaped
what of the purpose he hopes to hew
a piece of equipment all shiny and new
I remember my maker and the state of his grace
the road laid before me and the words of his face
the view of my nature he seeks to tame
with so many others who walk in the flame
in wails united to pull heaven down
and with its brightness scour the ground
his promise to do so has not yet passed
when all of mankind will feel his blast
the call has gone forth the meaning is clear
to give an accounting is so very near
those who think themselves high shall be made low
the dust of the earth their destined to know
the one that I follow has carved out the path
his star has shown brightly beneath thorn and the lash
I reach my arm forth to take hold his hand
to walk among humans woman and man
he paints a clear future for those of us all
a paradise lost to man in his fall
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COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
But I have seen injustice
In the congregations of God
they have castigated children
with verbal tirades they did flog
committed vicious slander
and the innocent threw away
refused to hear their lack of justice
and those who tell the truth they slay
But these actions are not hidden
from our King God has given throne
those of us who’ve seen it
our thoughts to him have shown
His retribution will not linger
with his army he arrives
expose he will oppressors
those who cover deceit with lies
They profess to be disciples
of the Christ and Father Jah
but the errors of injustice
have trespassed the Love that’s law
Into the sanctuary
I have sent this word
that like prayers of incense
their cries and tears be heard
At the house of God there’s punishment
until true mercy we can learn
willing to investigate the truth
and its advocates not spurn
You have practiced Law and Judgment
the child of God you did not see
you interpreted the scriptures
and pronounced his children unworthy
I have trouble understanding
those who lift your eulogy
so easily destroy their kin
blame not themselves as ungodly
Its always someone else’s fault
not the things you did or say
you couldn’t possibly be the reason
that from the “truth” they walked away
When you stand before the throne of God
will they judge your actions clean
all the thoughts that you committed
will prove you kind or mean
I can only say to you
I saw your justice taken away
my own afflictions and slander
paralyzed my voice that day
Even now to late in time
their judgments I do fear
they’ve spent their time convincing me
my perception is not clear
But I have spent my time
considering the instructions in your word
their placement in my heart and mind
and my pen has proved I’ve heard
to those youths I’m still connected
you’ve remained in mind and heart
I’ve considered what you experienced
and I know it’s origins start
Not all of us who worship truth
will condemn your walk away
those who expose their heartlessness
before the throne will pay
I only hope you remember
those of us who cherished you
If I could manipulate nature
none these things would you go through
I want you to remember
that’s whats broken and with flaw
have difficulty executing
the perfection of cosmic law
I hope to see you in the future
when you’ve considered my digress
what you’ve experienced in life
is very difficult to digest
The things that connect us
are more than human skin
together we are the children
of the parents who gave us sin
This is my apology
for you whom I could not defend
I was suffering my own afflictions
which prevented my love to mend
I have failed far to many
and on others can lay no blame
unlike the power that controls the cosmos
my limitations physics name
My complaints here I have spoken
but the threads of them are true
they are laid before the throne of justice
and our God and Christ will see them through
Choose to invest in excellence
but these are traits that you must learn
to humans they come not natural
your inclinations they will confirm
From your introduction I have loved you
and to my thoughts have given voice
but your own road you must travel
and free will is yours of choice
Only one thing can fill whats hollow
a majestic gift from Christ and God
that we “learn” to love each other
correct the inherited things and flawed
Self justification (self rightousness) is a peculiar
trait among mankind ….and is significantly
emboldened when applying law and tradition
and distinctly visible among those who “practice”
religion , instead of “following the truth” like a
detective …….outside appearances can be so
deceiving, whats hidden and out of visions
range the guilty are not just catholic and protestant
those who abuse the truth have always sat
right among Gods own chosen people ….
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Long poem by
John Arribas | Details |
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A REVOLUTION IS MUCH DEEPER THAN WHAT THE EYE CAN SEE
AN OPPORTUNITY TO RID THE LAND OF DESPOTISM AND TYRANNY
WHEN ANY CITIZEN CAN EXPOSE THE ENEMIES OF THE STATE
PRESENT AND JUDGE VALID EVIDENCE TO ARRIVE AT A JUST FATE
BUT THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN EXCEPT IN THE RAREST OF THE TIME
CAUSE MOBS WANT VENGEANCE EVEN IF THERE IS NO CRIME
VINDICTIVE MOBS WILL LET NO ONE STAND IN THEIR WAY
THEY CAN ONLY BE QUIETED BY MAKING THE DEFEATED PAY
ONCE THE OLD REGIME HAS BEEN OUSTED AND OVERTHROWN
THE GENERAL POPULACE WANTS RETRIBUTION TO CALL ITS OWN
FRENZIED MOBS WANT ALLEGATIONS OF ANY ON WHICH TO REACT
EVERY ACCUSATION IS TAKEN AS AN INDISPUTABLE FACT
THOSE THAT ARE ACCUSED OF PRIOR REGIME COLLABORATION
WILL BE TRIED AND CONVICTED WITHOUT HESITATION
THE PENALTIES WILL VARY ACCORDING TO THE TYPE OF PEOPLES CRIME
SOME WILL BE EXECUTED, OTHERS SENT TO PRISON FOR A VERY LONG TIME
THOSE WITH NEIGHBORS OR OTHERS WITH DIFFERING OPINES
WILL ANONYMOUSLY BE ACCUSED OF TREASONABLE CRIMES
IF MAN HAS AN ATTRACTIVE WIFE , COVETED FOR PERSONAL ROLES
HE’D BE SINGLED OUT AS UNDERMINING THE REVOLUTIONS GOALS
CHILDREN WOULD BE ASKED TO REPORT ON THEIR PARENTS TALK
DO THEY PRAISE THE REVOLUTION OR DO THEY BALK
MEN DON’T GATHER IN THE STREET IN IDLE CONVERSATION ANY MORE
IN FEAR OF BEING ACCUSED OF PLOTTING A COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY WAR
INVESTIGATIONS OF WRONG DOING WILL INCREASE AS PLANNED
TIL EVERY ONE FEELS THREATENED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
FACTS AND ALLEGATIONS ARE ALL TREATED THE SAME
ANYONE ACCUSED IS CERTAIN TO SHOULDER THE BLAME
WHILE THE MOB APPLAUDS THE ACTION OF A KANGAROO COURT
NO ONE OBJECTS TO THE TACTICS TO WHICH THE INSURGENTS RESORT
THE RULING INSURGENTS TELL THE CITIZENS TO PREPARE FOR ACTION
AN IMPENDING ATTACK BY THE OUSTED IS A SIMPLE DISTRACTION
THE VICTORIOUS PARTIES PURGE DISSENTERS FROM THEIR RANKS
THE TRUE PATRIOTS AND HEROES THAT REALLY MERIT THANKS
THEY WILL BE ACCUSED OF PLOTTING TO SABOTAGE THE REVOLUTION
INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE WILL SURFACE TO PROVE THEIR COLLUSION
EVIDENCE AGAINST THEM MOUNTS PROVING A PLANNED CONSPIRACY
EVIDENCE IS AUTHENTICATED BUT ONLY THE ACCUSERS CAN TO SEE
THOSE TAINTED MEMBERS OF THE ORIGINAL REBELLIOUS GROUP
ARE SENTENCED TO LONG TERMS TAKING THEM OUT OF THE LOOP
MEMBERS POPULAR WITH THE MOBS WITH NO THREATS TO FACE
SUDDENLY AND MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEAR WITHOUT LEAVING A TRACE
STRUGGLE FOR POWER WILL CONTINUE WITHIN THE VICTORS TEAM
TIL THE MOST COLD-BLOODED ONE DOMINATES EVERY SCENE
REIGNING POWER IS NOW IN HANDS OF AN EGOCENTRIC MAN
ALL OPPOSITION HAS BEEN SILENCED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
THOSE HOLDING ON TO OPPOSING VIEWS ARE HUNTED DOWN
BLOCK TEAMS ARE ESTABLISHED IN EVERY CITY AND TOWN
BLOCK DIRECTORS HAVE SPYING DUTIES THE MAIN IS TO REPORT
ANY SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENTS OR ACTIVITIES TO THE CITIZENS COURT
EMPLOYMENT IS TERMINATED AND THE ACCUSED SENT OFF TO A FARM
WHERE POLITICAL VIEWPOINTS ARE ALTERED TO RENDER NO HARM
FEAR OF DEATH AND IMPRISONMENT IS SO DEEPLY INSTILLED
MOST MINDS ARE CONQUERED ONLY THE STRONGEST HAVE WILL
THIS IS THE REWARD FOR SEEKING FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
A PSYCHOTIC IDEOLOGUE MADE THIS LAND HIS PERSONAL POSSESSION
WE SURRENDERED OUR WEAPONS BUT MOSTLY OUR IDEAS
WE’RE COMPLETELY DOMINATED AND RULED BY INSIDIOUS FEARS
LOOKING BACK IT NOW SEEMS THE REGIME WE OVERTHREW
WASN’T AS BAD AS WE THOUGHT, WE WERE ALWAYS ABLE TO MAKE DO
REVOLUTIONARIES THAT FOMENT CHANGE USING THE GUN
WILL STILL BE ARMED WHEN THE FIGHTING IS DONE
STUDENTS OF HISTORY ARE SMUG AND QUICK TO UNDERSTAND
HOW THIS BEAUTIFUL ISLAND WAS COMMANDEERED BY ONE MAN
SO MANY WERE MESMERIZED BY HIS UNENDING GLIB TONGUE
LIKE DEMONS CALLED STALIN, HITLER AND MAO TSE TUNG
THERE ARE MANY MEN LIKE THESE IN EACH GENERATION
PREYING ON THOSE FEELING OR PROMOTING FRUSTRATION
THESE VILLAINS ARE LAUDED TIL THEIR MOTIVES COME CLEAR
THEIR MAIN WEAPONS ARE TERROR AND BONE CHILLING FEAR
THE MASSES WILL DEMAND A PLEBISCITE AND NEW CONSTITUTION
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN WITHOUT A NEW REVOLUTION
THE LOSS OF FREEDOM DOESN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT
IT DISAPPEARS AFTER EACH UNCONTESTED LITTLE BITE
THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL THAT ARE FREE
DON’T THINK LITTLE BITES CAN’T HAPPEN TO THEE
ONE COULD EASILY CHANGE A FEW LINES AND ADD A FEW DETAILS
AND COME UP WITH RUSSIA, VENEZUELA ,CHINA ETC. A GLIB TONGUE
AND A TIRED PUBLIC ARE EASY PICKINGS FOR THE EGOMANIACS
IN THE WORLD. THIS IS ABOUT CUBA
Long poem by
Maxine Jones | Details |
So I have some things, that I just have to say,
but please do not take me in the wrong way,
I have this tiny little problem, inside me you see,
and its called trying to live with ADHD.
These thing's that you say, they way you behave,
drive me insane, and inside me I crave,
to tell you your wrong, and look like a mug,
I cant stand the thought, of you being a thug.
If I see you pushing and constantly thrashing,
my friends whom are weak, intending to bash em,
I will have to stand up, and defend with my heart,
Say it to me if you really wanna start!
Ill tell you the truth, don't you threat about that,
I'll never be scared of you, swinging that bat.
I've been through worse times, than you can inflict,
you can laugh and say that I am just a (b)witch.
I've taken many a beating, from one's harder than you,
you're a joke, you're clown, do the best you can do,
you will not like me, cause ill tell you the truth,
it ain't all about being a spoof.
You're a book that's been read, from cover to cover,
Predictable, laughable and not the best lover,
you're as see through as cling film, but before its too late,
get a grip you sad person, before they will hate.
you can change the future, if only you'd try,
stop accusing and blaming, and questioning why?
look around you and see, you have a great life,
but if you don't see before you, lose a possible wife.
So I'll tell it like it is, I wont mince my words
right there, right now, you got an incredible bird,
she loves you and would never hurt you, never make you cry,
but you spit and you hiss, and you don't even try.
You're straight out the book, the tactics you use
we know the next step, we know the short fuse,
The questions, the timing, the jealousy of friends,
its all a plan, for her social life to end.
There's really no need to hate and to follow,
trust isn't really a bitter pill to swallow.
Life and love is really OK,
don't be an idiot and throw it all away.
when you have a good woman be happy and proud,
get on that roof top and shout it out loud.
don't toss it aside, cause your angry inside,
give love a chance, her on your arm bursting with pride.
I'll be honest, and truthful, and hope you will find,
the problem within, ill try to be kind,
but ADHD just makes me be true
I really mean no harm, just giving you a clue.
You can hate me, detest me, I really don't care,
I know what your about, I'll stand and stare,
see if you have the balls, to really be true,
when you stand say 'hello, and how are you?'
Been there, and done it, its really no big deal,
2 faced coward is what i do feel.
thing is it really, you don't need to be like that,
but too proud to say, 'yeah OK I been a prat'
No need at all for the mess that is made,
drag yourself out of that neanderthal cave.
there's more to life than fighting and hating,
you only get on shot, so love and stop wasting.
Let people in, let out your fears,
or cling on to em tight, for another 30 years,
hold on to trouble, grip tight onto hate,
lets these years pass you by, and then its too late.
look at yourself, are you really ok??
want another day marked off, with only hate to say?
we want to make you smile, and assure you its fine,
hold glasses of wine up and clink with ' lets dine'
So I suppose the point, I am trying to say,
with my ADHD, I'll just say it this way,
My words come out 'hectic' and not make much sense,
but I'm trying to help you, I make no pretense.
If you think this is about you, or someone you know,
I hope that this poem will help someone to grow,
Just ask and I'll tell you, I wont hide in the forest,
I don't have two faces, you know ill be honest!
So I bid you goodnight, and tell you I'm grateful,
for Tony, my love, I can trust he'll be faithful,
He treats me with love and respect, don't harass me,
two way trust, with my man, means the world, I'll never judge he.
Shame on you wasters, throwing real love away,
it will spring up on you, you'll realize one day,
you had it right there, in the palm of your hand,
but crushed it and blew it away like the sand.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
Earth is insufficient for our needs!
We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!
EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!
I am not enough, yet!
I do not have enough, yet!
When someone grabs from me
they steal from my self-identity!
When someone strikes and hits to hurt,
is mean to those I care about,
I hit back!
with self-righteous flashing anger,
equity and integrity mere feckless values.
They must learn my right
or I may perish from their wrong!
With such dark dreams
our primal twins,
Yang and Yin,
thrashed about in tangled sheets
each unaware of Other's parallel flight
within this blue-black brackish night,
til Yang whacked Yin upside the head
completely unaware of how this would unfold.
So Yin hit back in fright
and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm
among their household, neighbors, Tribe.
This outrage spread
sweeping across land and oceans
then back again to where it all began
until exhausted and dark bruised
all earthbound life fell down unconscious.
Within this loss of self-defense,
our open-handed peaceful nest,
dawn quietly crept toward abundant light
for all to feel and hear and touch
her sobbing singing warming beauty.
Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets
invites Yin's eyes to uncover sight
of radiant light
abundantly growing nutrient wealth,
a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life,
incarnating karmic response
to each species' evolving wants
and worthy hope.
As her awareness of Earth's vast creation
lit her eyes of self-discovery
dawn's diastasis filled hearts and minds
of all coincidental early risers.
We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life
and color swarming far beyond our needs,
nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,
and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need,
each longing to belong,
each Self fading into and out of Other,
sufficient place for each species' time and space.
Last night's primal screams of insufficiency replaced
by dawn's ecology of karmic grace.
Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover.
His arms flew out to hide his fall
from dawn's radical gift of generosity
and harmonic praxis.
And, in so doing, he hit Yin's head.
This blow did smart
but seeded tears of redeemer healing.
Yin justly smiled and absorbed around
reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor
interpreting his dreams.
She sang with harmony
swallowing unredeemed dissonance and disease,
hope for suffering and insanity's dark lessons,
dawn's well-lit vocation for us all
softly individuating within Earth's optimizing life,
all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity
relaxing into resonance.
In this Transition Time from dark competing violence,
we remain cooperatively nested within Earth's well-being,
so, dear Yang,
return toward redemptive rest,
regenerating memory seeds,
stringing songs dancing back,
back to stardust's Ecologic Elders.
Fear and violence display synaptically sharp;
competitive "Loser!" economies;
love's justice peace remains buoyant, resilient,
cooperation's mutual winner revolution
away from red skies of mourning.
Long poem by
Jamie Walker | Details |
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing screams
And those traumatic scenes
Words to do not to justify
The violence I've seen
Those images cemented in my brain
I still have those vivid dreams
From what took place
That no matter how much gin
I drink it will not go away
I pray for forgiveness for my sins
For those i killed in the war
My families even more distraught
This carnage i couldn’t bare
A pray to him up here, make it back from the war
I shed blood sweat and tears for my brothers
Living in pure darkness for so many years
Barbaric injuries that cant be Unseen
Blind to the cold war's corruption
And the overwhelming destruction
The hellish scenes, the smell of death
The air breathed in and breathed out
Men bleeding out, guts open on show
From the broken torsos
I tried i to heal him
Whilst in the mist of the battlefields
I cant see him breathing
Tranquility masks over him
Hes close to leaving
Hes dying right next to me, I blamed me
We were meant to be a team
He went charging out ahead of me
He was only young, he was was like my son
The fight with death that was the battle
A brave soul but looking back at him
Was the darkness of gun barrel!
I failed him as his sergeant
And as his farther!
I couldn’t look at his broken carcass
And my pain bleeds
Eternal may he rest in peace
That day will be remembered with me
Taken to my grave
Trapped in hell my tombed sealed
But I'm still awake
My eyes still twitching, they flicker
I'm itching to put the gun
To my temple and pull the trigger
To ease the pain emotionally and physically
Get out of this hell hole instantly
We cant we have more love and peace!
7 million civilians deceased
Bodies piled up in a heap
My gun wound though my leg
Reminds me of my narrow escape of death
As i stick my fingers in pulling out the bullet
Through sheer will power and adrenaline i manged to do it
As the blood oozes I'm losing too much
When we it stop
It ensues blood
My life flashes I'm doomed
Must I stop thinking I'm a useless solider
I still have both my arms
In my holster,
Bomb blast off just over my platoon
My brothers fatal wounds
From there firearms
Bleeding out hes dying in my arms!
And theirs nothing i can do!
Go for cover dragging my brothers limbless body out fast
From the depths of despair
Muddy helmet and bloody chest
My impulse to pull my trigger to revenge my brothers death
I clench my gun and come out screaming out of my trench
I wake screaming
My nightmare isn’t real
Gulp the vodka, numb the pain
The same nightmare again!
Night after night day after day!
I can still smell the scent of rotten-ting flesh
The only thing the war promised was death!
A minute silence for all those
Who died 4 years ago wont
Bring those broken souls home
But with restore some hope
This war has finally fished today the date
11th of November Nineteen Eighteen
A date that we be forever remembered
But even more traumatic than fortitude
Was returning home too
Loved ones and breaking the there bad news!
She asks you how did he die?
You say peacefully, you lied
We both know its not true
R.I.P Private Mathew Blue.
Long poem by
Frederick Moore | Details |
Memories of a Green Beret
“Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?"
(an old anti-war folk song from the 60's)
Ho Chi Mihn Trail....'68
Ten warriors camouflaged in wait
Prepared to deal a grisly fate
Hunkered down in jungled hell
Assured they've set the ambush well.
In silence they lay upon the route
When 'Charles' walks in…. he won't walk out.
A cacophony of fire and screams
Laid down with deadly skills, this team;
With claymore mines and booby traps
Left fifteen fragged and torn or zapped.
A trail once quiet, now instead,
Was piled with black pajama'ed dead
A kill zone full of empty life,
From M16 and combat knives.
Metallic smells of blood and gore….
Back to the bush, fear to the core;
On the run, escape, evade
This area where the trap was laid.
Bust thru brush at breakneck speed
Thru swamp and bramble, cutting reeds.
They're on your ass, their voices near
Being captured is your highest fear.
If you're caught you won't survive.
They'll disembowel you, flayed alive.
Your final screams, heard near and far,
The price you pay for what you are.
In time you finally get away,
But it was the VC's judgment day
Praise God we lived, is what you pray.
Old memories of a Green Beret
As on and on this game of chess,
Your mind starts crumbling with the stress.
More bloody trails and bloody hunts
And soon gone thirteen bloody months.
You pack for home and say a prayer
For those you know that's still back there.
The sights and smells flash on and on
Though fifty years have come and gone.
They steal your brain and steal your calm
Sometimes you think you're back in 'Nam.
And still today played o'er and o'er
Are vivid flashbacks of the war:
Young warrior's lives, gone much too soon
Dying moans and pumping wounds
Flashing guns in hot fire fights
In wet and frigid jungle nights.
Camps attacked in human waves
Death piled high in bulldozed graves
Fear like ice picks in your brain
Comes with horrid scenes and pain
Prisoners tossed from chopper flights
Blood smeared chaplains give last rites
Green bags filled with body parts
Images not for faint of heart
Fear that drives you up the wall
Soothed by weed and alcohol
Village kids all blown apart
Blood and guts served 'a la carte '
Air support with steel and flames
Dog tag heaps with buddies names
Rot gut beer, Saigon whores
Seeping rotten jungle sores
Now, most are gone, long died away.
While others here are silver gray
Their comrades gone, now mostly dead,
They fight the fight still, in their heads
Late of night, in sleep they shout.
"Medic here, he's bleeding out.
Call in support--lay down some fire,
God help us all, they're in the wire."
I pen these words and I decree
They were ten times best what I could be.
My praise and prayers I'll not detract
For the many who never made it back.
From long ago and far away........
These memories of an old Green Beret
Author's Note: to all my old comrades, MANY WHOM never made it back
...De Oppresso Leber....rest in peace old friends-- Sergeant First Class Frederick Moore
, 6th SF, 7th SF, and 46th SF Thailand......
Long poem by
Alisha Groves | Details |
As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But
concentration was lost as a little light exudes from the shiny bedside table. Little golden
ringlets push back fluffy bunny sheets and tiny painted toes shiver upon contact with the
bare floor. I watch as she looks frantically for “Teddy”, whispering his name with most
urgently. She finds him at last in the toy chest, tossed in so haplessly. She gives him a little
squeeze and kisses each shiny buttoned eye, then scolds him most harsh, for this was no
time for hide and seek, he has a job to do. When she has had too much to drink before
being tucked in to sleep, it is Teddy’s duty as man of the house to escort her to the
lavatory. I glided without a sound, watching from high above as the two made their way
down the dark hall, and said nothing in my waiting outside the bathroom door as the two
giggled, splashing soapy water on the floor. But I couldn’t remain silent as Teddy talked the
golden haired child into opening the front door after the midnight hour. I tried to warn her as
she poked her curls around the frame to look down the corridor. And as the elevator doors
across the hall opened revealing a shrouded man residing inside, my voice got stern and I
spoke with a smoky voice. She can’t hear you, echoed inside my head, but I could
not give up, they were in danger, this innocent kid and instigative bear. I screamed until my
invisible voice was hoarse as I watched the tiny figure cross the elevators thresh hold and
into the arms of death. Helpless I floated my front row seat to doom. And as the metal doors
slunk closed, beauty and bear disappeared under a black cloak and all was lost.
Curse you teddy, you are supposed to be her protector. How could you, she trusted you,
I cried ghostly tears and wept without restraint. What was the purpose of witnessing such a
horrible event if I could not intervene? And as metaphoric tears streamed down my wraith
like face, I myself began to dissipate. I closed my eyes to shield them from my complete
disappearance. But I felt like I still existed in the world of the living. I opened my eyes to
confirm my suspicion and in one fleeting moment of bliss, I realized it had all been a dream,
a nightmare. My heart lightened, my steps quickened and I sang with joy as I readied myself
for the day. What happiness to know that it was all a manifestation of an unsupervised mind
and no child had met an untimely fate. No mourning mother, no depressed class mates, no
scares for a society of the meek and timid. No, all was well. I was a bit startle at the thud of
the morning newspaper hitting the cement of the porch, but I was so high on a life saved by
circumstance, I wasn’t going to let it give me a fright. I gingerly opened the door and bent
down to accept the printed gift from the city when I saw the headline on the front
paper. “Elevator Killer” Claims Another Victim.
My knees sank; my heart sank, never again would I close my eyes, never again would I
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It was the spring of ‘74 when my student peers and I
were on the tail end of a group excursion
through southern Spain, across Gibraltar’s Strait
and into the exotic northern tip of Africa.
I remember lots of greenery and mountains
and the fascinating sights and sounds inside Tangier,
but one small thing that happened somewhere between
the time we viewed the landscape we traversed
and our time inside our destination city
stands out in my mind forevermore.
Our bus had briefly stopped on the street of a town.
I was looking out the window when I glimpsed a child,
looking poor and ragged, not so old.
He ran down the block with an orange in his hand,
an older man behind him in pursuit.
Quickly I observed that the man
was a type of law enforcement officer,
for he wielded a long strong stick
which he proceeded to use on the unfortunate lad
once he had caught up to him.
The event was very near our bus,
so I could watch with growing horror
as this country’s version of a cop
unleashed brutality on a fellow human being,
a boy who was no doubt simply starved for food.
I saw the heavy stick fall repeatedly
till it struck the boy’s ear and blood gushed out. . .
I would later view ornate gold buildings in Tangier,
see colorful hand-crafted clothes and rugs, and smell
the aromas of strange delightful foods,
but beneath all that wonder was the singular event
that stayed inside my brain.
I think of my own country - free, so very free,
with laws against “this kind of thing” that had appalled me;
a land so free that gangs of filthy evil men,
even sometimes with the help of the police,
had in days of yore lynched the black man
for crimes as meager as the taking of that orange,
or worse, for no crime at all!
Hateful mobs had beat and hanged
men and women, even children,
In the midst of the beauty of
fragrant magnolia trees . . .
Civil Rights has done a lot
to eradicate these horrors, yet even now,
a remnant of the Ku Klux Klan mentality
exists inside the minds of some, and even in
the minds of some we trust to uphold the law.
I cannot know the thoughts that enter
the minds of law enforcers who think they are confronting
a person who they’ve deemed a criminal.
I cannot know their fear when they see, perhaps,
what they suppose to be a weapon.
We cannot know their backgrounds
or if they harbor prejudice against another color
or against the lower class.
The court and the jury decide the fate of those
who have used what our society may see as undue force.
God alone will judge them in the end.
We, as citizens of all the world, must be aware
that violence can be used
when the threat of it against themselves
is perceived by our police.
How sad to think that some of those
who serve to offer us protection ,
whether out of ignorance, fear, or prejudice,
are using brutality so haphazardly.
Those in my own country who have seen
or even experienced police brutality
must have felt the same horror I felt the day I saw
a child beaten in a foreign land.
Who am I to judge another country
when mine is also mired still in sin?
God help us all to fight against
the inane and unjust cruelty of those
who practice police brutality.
Long poem by
Lyric Man | Details |
Check it out!
some fast... some slow
All right stop,
hear me out and listen
Mountain outta nothing,
Mother Nature's invention
Deep within the earth,
pressure grows tightly
The molten lava flows,
daily and nightly
Looking to escape,
gotta find a place to go
An unexpected pop,
or a never ceasing flow
or a bursting burning vandal
Spewing rock and gas,
or a deadly dripping candle
erie calm then cataclysmic boom
a deadly poisonous mushroom
Deadly fiery mass,
a leaping rock lava melody
Spreading ash for miles,
a majestic tragedy
When the mountain ignites,
betta get out of her way
In a matter of moments,
she'll make night outta day
Yo.. study and try to solve it
A spontaneous temper tantrum,
no way to resolve it
Volcanic explosive debris,
andesite and dacite rock
Goes off when she wants,
oh no.. not set to your clock
Mayon Volcano Philippines,
and Mount Fuji in Japan
Part of the "Rim of Fire",
that still amazes modern man
The majesty of Mount Rainer,
lies in Washington state
Pillar into the sky,
jaw dropping she's so great
Conical rough hued mountain,
so steep at the vent
A composite volcano,
BAM.. an explosive event!
Cinder cone volcano,
gets its name from falling ash
What goes up in smoke,
comes down in smoldering crash
Steep slopes like a Composite,
but its flat at the top
Much smaller than a Shield,
less deadly in its fiery pop
But what's truly outstanding,
how quick this mount can grow
In 9 years from that 43' cornfield,
the magnificent Paricutin in Mexico
There's the Sunset Crater in Arizona,
Lava Butte in Oregon
These treasures known for beauty,
and much less for brawn
incredibly powerful without jumping
Mountain continually grows,
as liquid fire keeps pumping
Heat beyond belief, boiling river..
there's no mistaking
Takes out everything in its path,
no lying, I'm not faking
Slow dancing combustion,
that forms layers of smooth rock
A night and day red rumble,
a never ceasing tick tock
She's a five degree angle,
of two thousand degree basalt
Her flow over many miles,
a deadly unrelenting assault
Magma from the mantle burns,
a hole in lithospheric plate
A flaming searing inferno,
a blazing scorching lake
Mauna Loa and Kilauea,
spatter ramparts curtains of fire
These are Hawaii's highest peaks,
and tourist great desire.
But the tallest of all,
on the Red Planet ya see its scars
Higher than three Mount Everest,
Olympus Mons of Mars
She once was a warrior in battle,
unceasing and aglow
Advancing and defeating,
the most massive shield volcano!
But ya can't talk volcanos,
leave Mount Saint Helen's off da map
Wouldn't be good science,
no rhyme to reason in dat info rap
She was the most notorious catastrophic eruption,
May 18, 1980
A massive debris avalanche,
was triggered by this angry lady
The most destructive in US history,
"Teach" remembers that day
When it "snowed" ash across America,
in the middle of May.
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