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Details | Quatrain |

The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Joan of Arc, For God and Country

Joan of Arc – For God and Country
On the feast of the Three Kings was born, a baby girl, in 1412, under the sign of Capricorn. Destined to accomplish great deeds and achieve fame, Joan d’Arc was her auspicious name. A religious and political scapegoat, her short life to God and country she did devote. Fervently spurred by heavenly voices, Joan’s fate was guided by singular choices. She avidly believed in her mystical visions, and was obsessed to fulfill her divine mission.
Each night she prayed, “Oh God, save France,” until at last she was granted the perfect chance. Leaving her family and the village of Domremy, she pursued her destiny to defeat France’s enemy. The “Maid of Orleans” with religious fervor and zeal took a vow of chastity and her fate was solidly seal. During the Hundred Years’ War, she took up sword and banner; mounted on a white horse, arrayed in a white suit of armor. Leading the French army to a momentous victory, her rousing battle cry was, “For God and country.”
Abandoned by King Charles the VII and betrayed in the end, she was burnt at the stake by French collaborators and English men. Accusing her of witchcraft, heresy, and for dressing like a man, at age 19, her life was all over according to their devious plan. But even though her light was snuffed out by hatred and bigotry, her exemplary courage and strength helped to unify her country. Joan of Arc, a simple peasant girl, became a woman warrior, and to the world a symbol of conviction, fortitude, and true valor. Canonized a saint by Pope Benedict XV 500 years later, Joan was named Patron Saint of France, rape victims, prisoners, and martyrs.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Oliver O. Howard " The Christian General "

Respect in uniform
A man with respect
Major Oliver O. Howard
One of the US Armies best
A courageous soldier
With an order to follow
Dis-quell the Indian Wars
So there be peace tomorrow
Born in Maine
His dad died when he was nine
But this little boy
Turned out oh so fine
At nineteen, he graduated
A young man, already well rated
1854 Military pass
This bright young man, 4th in his class
Time advances to the Indian Wars
To do his duties, soldier sworn
To quell the fighting, peace be ours
Chief Joseph and the Indian colors
His task achieved, tho Indian losses
Orders he served, from Washington's bosses
Chief Joseph, from his lands he was moved
To Oklahoma, situation defused
1894 the retirement of he
Major General what he rose to be
Universities and College named in his name
This quite amazing soldier of Military Fame
" When i heard about this gentleman, it desired me to write. Unknown to me he has actually   
been in the historical background of one of my poems, and an ancestor of one of our poets "

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

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The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,

Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Prayer for a Homeless Veteran

Prayer for a Homeless Veteran
By Bob Corson

From the mountains in Afghanistan to the shores of Normandy
Brave American men and women risked their lives for you and me
God bless our veterans, brave bold and free
Stand behind them and praise them
They have fought to protect our liberty
They came from the mountains, from the prairies 
From near the oceans white with foam
God bless our veterans                                                                                                                                             
We owe them our lives and our home

He had a good job when he went off to war
But when he returned it was there no more

Unemployment ran out, so did his wife
He turned to the streets and began a new life

His clothes are all tattered as is his soul
Living on the street once paved with gold

He’s not a drunk, and he has no addiction
Posttraumatic stress disorder his only affliction

God bless our veterans, brave bold and free
Stand behind them and praise them
They have fought to protect our liberty

He sold all his medals for a room and a meal
God only knows the pain that he feels

He sleeps on a bench or under bridges all alone
God please help him get a place of his own

We feed and house immigrants from terrorist  nations
While our hero has to beg for one days rations.

If every American just gave a few bucks
It would help our hero down on his luck

God bless our veterans, brave bold and free
Stand behind them and praise them
They have fought to protect our liberty

They come from the mountains, from the prairies
From near the oceans white with foam
God Bless Our Veteran                                                                                                                                  
Please help him find a home of his own                                                                                                        God help him find a home of his own

First Place, Poetry Section, VA Hospital Arts Competition, May 17, 2014

Copyright © Robert Corson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

The Burning of the Jews

It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
      Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting "the burning of the Jews," flat
faces of the victims among flames, in no particular agony, not especially
during the Black Death 1/3 of Europe died 1347-1351 alone. Although
you die together you die alone.
                                           Earlier that week
I had attended our 6th grade's performance of Fiddler on the Roof,
at first thinking
Coltrane should have recorded Matchmaker as a bookend to My
      Favorite Things
but as the play darkened
with the town's absorption into the diaspora, democracy
yet unthought of and rule of law a fig leaf for authority
Jasper, who played Zero Mostel, delivered his line well to the effect
you're just doing your jobs while wrecking our lives.

Anyway, nothing like that is happening here, is it?
The gardener planting tomatoes, the gravedigger finding skulls,
there is so much life a little death won't matter.
I'm reading Bloom in the Times, how
anyone who doesn't believe Israel should exist is by definition
Come to find out, I may fall into that category - not that Israel shouldn't
but as a so-called Jewish state
any more than a Muslim or Christian land. To some,
Jewishness is not a religion, it's an ethnicity. You have no problem
with the Swedish state, do you?
Should the Swedes be expected to open their borders to the Finns?

was a beautiful ham,
big as Zero.
                  A friend posed
this question: must all states be melting pots like the United States?
I said yes
not because they should but since
it's inevitable. Let labor flow like capital!
I hate when people disagree with me.
I get angry.
When a plate breaks, it asserts another possibility.
America was the last word of the play and brought a tear of pride to my

Immigration, exasperating argument re the Other.
How many's more than enough? 9 billion, a rational,
real number that exceeds or
                                       we're convinced
is within the carrying capacity of the planet.
Climate change is the new Black Death.
I like the Amerindian body type and face mixed in with the European,
The irrepressible economy rolls out reams of logs, ores of elements, bags
      of ice, fields of rice.
Embargo. The moon stares, bare, full of interstellar space.
Better a cold shoulder than a visit from our military.
The crazy Nazis must have felt themselves extraordinarily compassionate
      toward the mother, earth, the goddess, history, or some such
      abstraction and, thus, acted on a fraction of all they did not know.
Selfless soldiers just doing their jobs expanding the border or,
on the other hand, collecting fagots for "the burning of the Jews."

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Solider's Change

He marched bravely into battle 
At least a thousand times
But found no way to conquer 
The battles in his mind

Always walking down that lonely road alone
Followed by the shadows of all he’d seen and done
With a fortress built around his heart
That no man could tear down

Isaiah 43:18-19 (NLT)
“But forget all that—it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland."

God tears down walls with trumpets
And the sound of His voice
God let him hear Him calling
With a whisper changed his heart

Ephesians 6:11-17 ESV
"Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. ..."

A soldier of Christ
From a solider of men
With the Lamb and the Lion
Forged him into one
He brought him from darkness
And made him a light
Where others find refuge
And the Gospel of Jesus Christ

Copyright © Kathleen Miller | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Roman Soldier

The Roman Soldier

Within the ranks of the Roman army was a unique soldier
He was standing alone for his Lord and Savior
All the way to Calvary he held his breath
As he beheld the King of Glory
He knew there was something special about this man
The man whom Romans handed back and forth to the Jews
He knew there was something special about this man
The man who roamed about spreading his “good news”
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ,” he would say
He would walk about performing great signs and miracles
Never asking for a single sheckle from those he helped
He was a wonderment from the heavens
Now he hung there upon the cross
As the Roman soldier became faint himself
Knowing all the while it was his King Herod who ordered the 
Hanging of the Messiah to the world
As the Roman soldier stood there looking up
He saw the criss-crossed wood holding the nails and the flesh of his Savior
He then realized the magnanimity of the moment as the sky turned gray 
The ground split open
And a single tear rolled down his face
He said with his last gasping breath
“I commit myself into your hands oh Father!”

Written by Gwendolen Rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

Onward Christian Soldier

a cavalcade wept ashore with frenzy like a beastly bus
oblivious of tribes who blissfully dealt without a fuss
triangulated within an ever narrowing pen
contaminated, decimated, eradicated “red” men
once a collection of indigenous separate “nations” 
plucked by invaders who usurped america as their den
releasing poison couched as religion into the air
which indignities true colors became readily clear
when europeans “discoverers” fomented war-fare
to those who found themselves in deadly cross hair
every inch of “new world” grimly rustled in every lair
with deadly piping hot metallic bullets with near
with unfamiliar customs on par with a satyr
without means to escape any direction they did veer
cohesion of unity did annihilate without a trace 
that belonged to those who stood apart as separate race
paraded as “exotic specimens” in some faraway place
bandied about as if some rare refined silken lace
of their rightful home by chicanery tactics base
to banality, effrontery, hostility though dined
with travesty from Europeans whose dreams lined
against so called original occupants who got maligned.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Christian Soldier

Stand as one,not alone,side by side looking over each one.
Never leaving one behind,not even our own.
We keep on  fighting until the job is done,even if we  see one hurting,we don't 
  leave him alone,the encourage of love will make someone strong.
When we are out in the field fighting the emenies,all alone.Never be
         discourage,you're never alone.
Their will be times you'll see someone alone,don't leave the person behind,
  bring him as your own.Teach the person how to be strong.When the 
emenies all around you,your never alone.I'll stay close to you as my
  own,the way  bible has teach us all the lone.But leading one to victory is a 
                                blessing in it's own.
I'm glad.I have someone to lean on.I put all my trust in him to lead me home,
  he'll never leave me alone.I'm going to do the same to everyone even if
                        they are not my own. 

Thats what we do iin our Christian Soldier.We never leave no on alone.

There will ba a day when we all go home,to see the one we were fighting
 for all the lone.That will be a day.We can shout victory,we never left no one
alone.Thats the way our LORD JESUS CHRIST has teach us all the lone.
  I'm glad.I'm a christian soldier.But i must be strong,there are times I need
a fellow friend to help me alone.So encourage someone today and make 
  the person strong.Show more love the way JESUS has teach us all the lone.

      THANK YOU JESUS for your love for us,all the lone.When we get
discourage,you never left us alone........

Copyright © raymond mosier | Year Posted 2006

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Sicut Miles Christi

 Sicut Miles Christi I stand tall 
Sicut Miles Christi I give my all 
To a Man who deprived the devil of his will 
To a Man who tumbled the Jericho's hill  

 I'm a soldier in the army of my Lord
 Equipped with the Spirit’s sword 
A battle I’m called to fight 
For the glory of His light   

Sicut Miles Christi I’m never alone 
Sicut Miles Christi I build on this stone
 A soldier always in a battle ready mode
 Designed to break and decipher the devil’s code   

Yes! I've prevailed in the battle fray 
His blood brought victory today 
On Calvary Cross I fix my eyes 
So I can attain the promised prize   

Sicut Miles Christi I'll fight to the end 
Stand steadfast my faithful friend 
Fill my heart with bravery oh my Master 
With unflinching faith exuding like a blazer  

 Sicut Miles Christi what should we fear? 
When the Lord has conquered with His spear
 As a Soldier of Christ be vigilant in thy task 
A selfless sacrifice the Master dare to ask   

 “Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.”  2Timothy 2:3

Footnote: Sicut Miles Christi (A Latin phrase, it's Literal  Translation is: “As a Soldier of Christ”) is the motor of my Alma Mater Bishop Herman College. It was established on 28 February 1952. It was the first secondary school established by the Catholic Church in the  Region.The College was named after a French Catholic Bishop , Auguste Herman. Bishop Herman had impacted me more than any school. In fact I am proud of my alma mater.

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

'If you so believe-X-mas Eve'

“If you so believe (X-mas Eve)”
(Jamie Brolin)

If you so believe,
On Christmas Eve,
As soon as Mary bore
Whom we hopeful Christians
Call the Lord,
According to the Puritan
The Beast was,
And forever after,
Torn and forlorn;
Yet, broomsticks are
As about as reliable
As Politics;

But, to choose the ethic
Over the platform,
Is to, by the hearth
And the home, warm
To the glow, witnessed
Outside in scores
Of Northern homes’
Bright-colored lights,
Which cause my soul
To soar
Across the dead-of-the-night;

Even as I remember,
And fear, the dry sweat
In the dog days-of-summer’s
Solar core,
But for now,
Against the wintry cold’s
Muted, Pastel palette,
It performs

For, dividends-of-good-works,
A thousand bows
Before a mounted Crucifix;
As well as thoughtful
Christmas gifts,
Don’t offer better reward,
Than no longer
Having to take the fall
To make sure my enemies 
Don’t walk so tall, 
And fail in their own Conceit;
Nor take the toll, of someone
Who no longer inhales
In order to save my Soul,
As well as the futures
Of those whom I love;

For, if you so believe,
On Christmas Eve,
The infernal doors 
To Hell,
Have been vacated,
Closed, seized,
And ultimately, 

(13 December 2017)

Copyright © jamie brolin | Year Posted 2017