Grave Patriotic Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014




Details | Haiku |
The wound       (Haiku)  2014

A deep gaping hole
newly covered with scar flesh
a cemetery

the reflective pond
the bright thirteen year old trees
the lost souls still there

the money-men charge
fees to visit our worst time
Ah, America!

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Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |
And the cemetery was sculpted by numbers on plots 		
Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents		
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts		
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants		

Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents		
An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account 		
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants		
And those who survived differently but died tantamount	

An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account		
About this bloody battle that ended a war of sabotage		
And those who survived differently but died tantamount	
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage			

About this bloody battle that ended a war of sabotage		
Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike		
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage		
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike			

Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike		
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts		
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike		
And the cemetery was sculpted by numbers on plots		


5/17/2016

Copyright © Lukas Ficklin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ghazal |
 Dobatey ko tinka shara 

Mai barbad hua es isqu Mai 
Teyrana tho aata nahi tha tinka 
Bhi ley duba unkey khayalo Mai 

a long breath 




With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017