Best Comradeship Poems
I'm a sad flower
A beautiful mess
A flawed human I guess
But I'm doing my best
To not ruin your expectations
First it was Elepe and fun
Then GAA and pun
Now the fun and pun are gone
There was a time I felt Indispensible
Everyone said I was sensible
I was unadvoidable and unbeatable
Now, Treasure won't reply my messages
Maybe she feels I still savages
I remembered she warned to stop
But I declined because I felt I was on top
Evangeline won't accept my friend request
Maybe she thinks I'm not the best
or I'm just an amateur like Sergino Dest
Maybe I'm just like the rest
Kenny and T-gentle are now on ghost mode
The new them are cold and code
Whereas the old them where my gold
Divine thinks I now snubs her
If only she knew she means a lot on paper
And that she is one of those few I won't banter
Even when she piss me off like my sister
The hype are gone
It seems Mr fame have withdrawn
Our vision Twenty-One contract was never born
My BITE have move on
The only one who still believes is Philip
From childhood to adulthood we still got a tight friendship
There are times we throw fist when we discuss premiership
But I guess that is the spirit of comradeship
I know the world don't give a about my punchlines
But they would when I start making headlines
By then your call would be buzzing my phone lines
And I would only pick it up when it is nearing the deadlines
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Posting of one’s poem has come to be an inspiring word play
We’ve read one another’s word/worked poetry world wide
We first draft and so fine-tuned our poems before we share and gift
Friendly criticism ‘suggestions’ and praises are bandied about and returned
All our thoughts and words were born from many ‘minded’ inspirations here
All found memories were noted upon and searched within and duly ‘ironed’ out
Opened or shut to variety reviews ‘crafting’ our long ‘elbowed’ running words.
Concerns draw insights that lead into queries to life, nature, family and survival
We have collaborated and composed a 'probed' spicilège of prose, shoulder to shoulder.
We are forearmed with stimulating life variations with ‘factual’ shared hap- enhances to put to pens
It is by reads of everyone's 'trial and tribulations' inked that give us familiarity
Each one another’s unique individual epic postings are winnable word plays when shared
Comradeship truly develops between good words spoken/read or put in prose coming from true hearts and souls.
Circulations of our many efforts to date have been displayed in all poetry styles
Where ‘either or neither’ written poem surpasses ‘its’ place alongside one another
They mesh and contribute to the essence of poetry fare and make a fine prepared poetry soup
And it is this vast wonderful giving of our poet’s word-play that calls all lovers of poetry to listen
We are diligent with 'like-minded' myriads of stanzas that indeed marry and flavour our simmering soup pot!
Enjoying an appealing repartee
Over scones and a cup of tea
Belching whilst cooking
Avoiding chronic particles from choking
Comradeship amongst landed gentry and friends
It all makes faultless sense
Avoiding topics that’s nonsensical
Keeping a lid on emotions and remaining sensible
Being sensuously sociable
Status eminent and unreachable
It is nonetheless within pulpit reach
Spattered with a seven year itch
A contentious immoral pair
Culminating in an indelible affair
Relationship commencing from spontaneity
Both relenting with reciprocity
Inappropriate association stifling me
Loathing of perversity for all to see
Probing the other with a stolen glance
Guard down devoid of a lance
Facilitating a rendezvous
Gathering a result of a woo
Deeper drawn into the abyss in vain
Inglorious fall from grace of the luscious moral fountain
One part of the source
Neither one being remorseful
Subsequently asked for divorce
The indignant feeling pitiful
Both caught in shameless tryst
In the presence of taut vice
The spilling of the sauce
There shall now be no more recourse
Question frequently asked by
those who did not join the liberation struggle
Nothing. When we realized you weren't with us in exile
We invented a rainbow nation but lightning struck it
Shattered it into the trails of our political rush
Sweat and tears and blood in
Absurd abundance
And crazed we smelt the odour of betrayal.
We only know that freedom sang in us
Everything. We went into exile in search of a new life
Clinging to our hope, hungry for freedom
We'd had enough discrimination and suffering
To last a lifetime
And so we believed with all our hearts
That if we fought we would all become masters
In a classless society. Patriots were thus born
On battle fronts and in camps.
We also believed we were
Turning life into revolution
And creating the first semblance of nationhood
We never gave up the dream of returning home
Dreamed so hard that even in dungeons and prisons we
Never stopped talking to ourselves
Nothing. We geared the liberation struggle and locked all
Together into concentration camps. There was no escape
We gathered many people incapable of free survival, insulated
From the grim reality, each person in himself helpless
The comradeship was closed and we laboured
To make a getaway, into the national image, into a new
Dialogue with ourselves and our brethren at home
Many, thus, gained fame
In the way of great corruptors
Retiring to the African Union
To cultivate grand corrupt-schemes
In the name of freedom, the people and nationhood
Their continuing praises make them our liberators
Whose many words are believed
By the many who have not one.
Everything. A struggle less recognizable each year
In a pattern called war
We too were a rare
Pattern. As we wandered down
The freedom paths.
Nothing. Behind the waving flag
Is a letter we hid
It was brought to you on Independence Day
By a courier from exile
Comrade, we regret to inform you that
Your father, mother, daughter, son, relative
Died in action.
Our exile was an eager meaninglessness
We knew it had to come to an end
But it was the liberation struggle
And you weren't there
Disciplined organised and full of stout,
Marching in formation to the General's shout,
Holding their swords and weapons at the ready,
An elite told to stand steady,
For little be known for the evil this legion die to protect
A howling fills the deathly night
sends a splinted shiver of fear through brave men
Not breaking their ranks a wolf unlike a native beast
Rises up out of the darkness for it's feast,
Standing up right a werewolf pack diseased
The moment seized
A couple of soldiers fall blood stains their armour,
The bloodbath follows is a level of karma
As one by one the Legion get ripped apart,
Screaming men with amputated arms and legs
Knowing that with this enemy you can longer beg
For one bite enough to change them
Into an abominable hybrid of wolves and men
A couple of survivors loyal
protect the general,
but little known that he was the one with the dark secret to keep,
His body contorts his eyes drop a tear like a weep,
But this is no cry and pity or comradeship,
But because he allowed himself to get bit.
He turned on the survivors who were willing to die for him,
As now he is a changed beast the disease of sin.
The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day! The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug and warm!
While 'Cooky' stuffed the turkey for their Christmas fare,
Frivolity, fun and comradeship filled the air!
The old bunkhouse was decorated as best they could.
In a corner a tree formed from tumbleweeds stood.
They recalled Christmases past when they were boys,
Sharin' happy family lore and distant Yuletide joys.
One read from Luke the story of Jesus and the manger.
He is their faithful sidekick - to them He is no stranger!
They sang carols accompanied by a harmonica and guitar,
And sipped spicy cider and coffee as black as tar!
With cups of wassail they proposed raucous toasts,
And regaled each other with timely and witty ripostes!
'Cooky' yelled, "Come 'n git it, all's ready 'round the board!"
They doffed their hats for the blessin' and thanked the Lord.
Though the hoi polloi celebrated at the Ritz with gala parties,
That would never do for these range ridin' hearties!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I have felt the sun come burning,
O'er the sands of Africa,
I have climbed the steps,
Marked by the hand of time.
I have sailed along the river,
The ancient river Nile,
And have walked the route of soldiers
Mile by mile.
I have felt the tropic heat of Burma,
The sweat of jungle war,
And my lot was as the others,
Can't complain.
For we did because we had to,
For the cause was in our hearts,
For the cause was dear,
For dear was Englands name.
I have seen the light rising,
O'er the battlefield,
And the scorching sand,
Mixed with the blood of men.
And I vowed if there be Heaven,
And if be looked upon,
God give heart,
This never comes again.
I have existed in the trenches,
I have felt the cold, cold, night,
Inhaled the stench of hell,
And felt such pain,
I have soldiered through the ages,
When will the answer be,
For soldiers all as pawns,
Will play the game.
I have known the taste of victory,
The comradeship of men,
The closeness all as brothers to the end,
And held the Cross of Valour,
And have felt the touch of shame,
For broken hearts they mourn for broken men.
When in the end be counted,
The mistakes of times gone by,
Give tally to the losses on the way.
For all who served our country.
Be never far from mind,
And Bless'ed be Upon Remembrance Day.
Much is said about friends and friendship
Pages are written extolling this kinship
No doubt it is a valuable relationship
When, it surely endures all the hardship.
Friendship is sacred, it is but hallowed
Friends are more than those revered
It is a great coincidence to get a hold
Of good friend, who is worthy to behold.
There are lots and lots of friends to spot
Who always wear artificial smiles tight
But in times of distress they swiftly melt
And leave the buddy in profound hurt.
They tarnish the fair name of friendship
Sow seeds of suspicion in comradeship
So it is better to have no friends at all
Than to have, fair weather friends tall.
This day we come to celebrate a friend
Whose absence we imagine not at all
For comradeship like this should never end
Though mighty stands the tree before its fall.
Adventure seemed to be our daily fare
For frequently our path was overgrown,
With sturdy backs we leaned into each dare,
And never dreamt of dreams without a moan.
Oh seasoned friend, by harshest climbs proved true,
May heaven grace the place you find your rest
The wind be at your back through all you do
For in my book you’ve aced out earthly test.
If I should live until eternity
There’ll always be a part of you in me.
Brian Johnston
May 30, 2016
Punk Rocker a rebel’s cause?
Oligarchy rules within,
Emotions intact although
Timeless it seems when
Declassified, this
Exacting attention
Soon to reach out to each of us
The persecutor,
Rhythmical with opinion
Organized with intent
Yes with intent when
Enraged, effrontery
Rules. Mean while
Scars that penetrate
Lay within the mind,
Yielding actions that remind one
Life is not always about truth!
Intent sometimes wounds
Keying this into a memory
Especially after good design,
A place of tranquil light, it becomes
Frozen in time.
Only then the promise of true comradeship
X-Rayed.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
In this role I have an relationship
In this role also a just close relationship
There’s an attachment, mutual attachment
There’s an association and I want nothing in return for it
In this role we’re a bond
In this role we tie a link there’s union
There’s again I want nothing from you
There’s again a just have an relationship
There’s again is just a close relationship
In this role fellowship comradeship, companionship,
In this role lasting friendships trust may fallout but come right back
There’s an relationship between friends sends a message I always got ya back
• F— Feeling fellowship to my fellow man in whom I love abundantly
• R---Reporting rapport understanding in unity more affinity in harmony
• I--- Intimacy so I’ll have an mutual love for man and mankind
• E---Empathy toward me and others esteem
• N---Natural love sociability solidarity benevolence
• D---Delving declaiming closeness, rapport, unity
In this role and when my wrongs are forgiven you reach out with no strife
Friendship – this is what the role does and how it plays in my life
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And then she came
The Angel of the seven skies,
Through the eyes of blue
She summoned the tales of truth and lies.
What you seek, she asked
Wealth or wisdom?
Comradeship of the Cosmic,
Or the throne of the dark kingdom?
Time stood still…
In the momentous of the Sun, Earth and Moon
Commenced, thus, the order of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water
And not a moment too soon.
The secret lies within you, she said
The kingdom of Heaven and Hell,
Choose wisely, she warned
And life will be for yours to tell.
At the mountain top, lies the temple of the flesh
Right beneath the sacred of the holy,
Realize, she enlightened, realize, and only then
The heavens will open up soul-wholly.
Believe, she prophesized,
And you’ll master the water that no one sees through,
From the bondage of mist and dust
Will rise the empire of the one very true.
Assemble your army on every front
Resurrect the magic immortal,
Govern your realm, she cherished, steadfast and steady
And you’ll journey through the divine portal.
And then I closed my eyes
As the warmth of her light serene embraced me,
Always and forever and I’ll remember…..
From the tower of sublime, my cosmic will set me free.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
What is our life but a short-term existence on earth
Quite temporary from the beginning to the end,
In the grand scheme of human affairs from our birth
Could our purpose be to find comradeship or blend?
Still, there is a compelling urge to be independent--
What we idly call our freedom, our coveted liberty
On a grander scale what we are willing to fight for
Even sacrifice for the sake of feeling unencumbered
By someone, some nation, a cause unlike ourselves
Individualism, nationalism, or tribalism shall it be?
That motivates us to seize it all during our brief stay
Caring neither for history, nor what the future holds.
written June 22, 2021
A Tear for Don
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of young schoolboys aged five?
Remember how we were like brothers, Don?
The way we were always together.
We seemed to be joined at the hip, Don.
Our bond an unbreakable tether.
I think of our time as Cadets, Don,
Playing at soldiers in green.
And then you did it for real, Don,
At the fresh, youthful age of fifteen.
I didn’t much like all that serge, Don,
The khaki like wire, and sore.
So I chose to wear Navy Blue, Don,
And you laughed when that scratched even more!
You served in many campaigns, Don,
As I, in my Unit, did too.
We understood each other’s thoughts, Don.
Each knew what the other went through.
Then as our later years passed, Don,
Our friendship grew stronger and stronger.
I wish you’d been able to stay, Don,
Been my brother a little bit longer.
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
And although some may see it as strange,
My sadness and heartbreak are true, Don.
Can’t see how those feelings will change.
You’ve reached the Final RV, Don,
But I remain, soldiering on.
I’ll keep your memory safe in my heart,
Till we meet again, my brother Don.
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
Lay my soul bear before you without fear,
Will you respect what confidence merits
Consider the trust I placed in you as dear?
Knowing I have shared with you my hurt
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets,
Having come to you for needed comfort
A favored friendship among all my outlets.
Nothing is so sacred as sharing our regrets,
As laying bear our most personal intimacies
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
We have always conversed with such ease.
Will you think me less for unveiling my soul
Not seeking for how your mind interprets,
But wanting our comradeship to be whole
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets.
Written June 25, 2022