Best Blood And Guts Poems

Lieutenant General Georgie Patton also known as "Old Blood and Guts"

   Was so eccentric and egotistical that many people thought him nuts!

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Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Two)

Song over, Poe told demon band to leave
And then pointed to the now empty stage
Wretched souls, look as...

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‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.

It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says...

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Clouds weep sending down vapour to mother earth
trying to quench the fires of self destruction
beheld, time lost to a cruel master
igniting lines, fused in delusion

Dreams cast forth...

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reminds me of the funeral job,
at the morgue 40 tables, i logged,
one of a hundred jobs id see,
blood n guts an misery,
macarbe on mentality...

but id...

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Part Two
From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
Third poet in my poet dedication series

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking...

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Were you there in the slaughter of millions,
Did you sail away to the great world war,
Tween 1914 and eighteen,
 with the crimson of blood an...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 2"

Platoon magic legion
Hammerheads
beautiful, graceful escorts
leading the way
hear their call, silently swishing
dorsal fins
cutting through the 
fall-out murky pall,
they need no 
blood and...

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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...

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 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
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The duality of a man? 

the inner beast of the outer man,
aeons ago were quite unplanned,
the spirit surfer entered a beast,
took control and enjoyed the...

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Whenever it seems that peace may break out,
Sabres start rattling, and brave leaders shout:
“Are you talkin' to me?” “Are you talkin’ to me?”
And the sh!t...

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What is Peace

Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
 Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
 Peace is not the silent result of...

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Warm Heart Warm Hands

Evening fell with blizzard snow along the lake
It had turned to a thick smooth sheet of ice
Shades of gray black set in...

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A poem by John Nesbitt © 22.11.2013 

I was eighteen years old and wanting to fight 
 I found what I looked for, in bars...

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