Best D Day Poems
We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is a constant queue .
We strolled on and at Cordina’s chose al fresco to sit down
Next to regal Queen Victoria, a stone lady with a crown.
Drinks were ordered and pastizzi, which were followed by some cakes
Freshly baked and appetizing, all adorned with chocolate flakes.
We were served by cherub Fabio busy running out and in
Second time the badge said Mario, then we found that he’s his twin.
Jan and hubby soaked the sunshine, the Calluses hugged the shade
Those around spoke multilingual, a musician plied his trade.
We stayed there and spoke for ages, watched the tourists walking by.
Valentina took our photos; she is young and sweet as pie.
Jan and Bob will be returning in two years on Malta’s shore
Although Maurice has predicted it will be a year before!
They will then be celebrating married bliss with silver ware
All on Soup will be invited; this occasion is to share.
That’s a promise made for keeping – friends will meet for sure once more
We shall have some cake and snickers; sweet surprises lie in store!
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Fun poem ~ co-written by Paul-Jan-Valentina on 2/11/2014
A place where peace should reign, yet terror grows.
A paradise where blood and children lie.
A beach where young boys played and now men die,
with liquid crimson waves that evil sows.
The cliffs now bow and weep and look below,
where from their shoulders cast a deadly tide.
A peaceful nighttime vista now belied
by daylight's bloody battle of the foes.
As dreams replace the din that's all around
and life drips slowly there into the sand,
it's faith and God and love that now surrounds
these ever grateful souls that have been found.
Brave comrades in this fate so proudly stand
to be delivered now where they are bound.
Some came by air
Some came by sea
They fought and died
So we could be free
The 6th of June 1944
Normandy a place in France
Operation Overlord or Neptune
Thousands took their last stance
Parachutists and gliders and
boats of all size
Thousands of soldiers met their demise
156,115 allied soldiers took part this way
75 years ago on D DAY
The beaches to name a few were called
Omaha, Utah, Juno and Sword
The largest allied beach invasion to date
So many died because of fate
10,500 allied casualties in one day
Fought for our freedom all I can say
Respect, hats of sir where it's due
I and others will remember you
REMEMBER RESPECT
look where I am
in the memory of a massacre
human against human
As the sounds of war loudly roar
The thoughts of Freedom began to soar
For on that day of infamy
It changed the course of history
They didn’t ask to be attacked
But patriotism became a well know fact
With Peril Harbor still fresh on their minds
Young and old stood in long enlistment lines
So off to war these soldiers gladly went
To distant lands where they were sent
In Europe where the German’s raged
Eisenhower began to set the stage
Just before the breaking of the dawn
The seas were cold and breaking strong
Below the deck of the great Samuel Carroll battleships
A solemn prayer came from humble soldier’s lips
For On this cold and blistery June D-day
What unknown adventures, what grievous price to pay
They cleaned their rifles, down below
To France’s land where they should go
On this day, upon those treacherous shores
To battle them who start the wars
They came of every race the mingled swarm
In proud defiance to withstand a deadly storm
Americas' hero’s shown in pristine glory
And to write Freedom's worthy story
For on these shores and lapping waves
Came the spirits of America’s brave
Some gains were made at heavy human cost
The price is high, but not, if Freedom’s lost
These soldiers’ knew not if they would survive the day
Their prayerful thoughts of loved one’s far away
Up and down this cursed blood filled coast;
Two-thousand lifeless bodies gave the most
They paid the price for freedoms sake
With salt tears, let us not their sacrifice forsake.
D-Day June 6, 1944
And in the coming carnage there arose
prayers of humbled heroes - frightened pose
beseeching all the gods that turned blind eye
for death is death even when heroes die.
So did they, on this day, assault the beach
procure for us a goal they’d never reach.
Peace blows over memories white washed stone
to honor those who fought and died alone.
John G. Lawless
6/6/2017
If only I could bring back
those willful days
When the sun shined
bright all my ways,
When the nights were
a fair field to sow many a dream
And the days dawned
to reap them at whim,
My life spread its wings
for miles unseen
And flowers bloomed
all the way umpteen.
But now I dread the break of day,
Aimless upon the bed I just lay,
I mull over many a bygone day
And stress over that fateful day
When a new sun with
all its glory to share
comes looking for me
and I won't be there!
"Days" contest by Thomas Martin
"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)
JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE
TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE
TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN
ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...
...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!
~AZAZA~'09
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That fore shadowed the end of Hitler's dream.
The largest joint combat landing ever,
Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.
When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down,
And all within paid a visit to hell.
They jumped out to do good for their country,
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves,
In conditions not easily foreseen.
By night the battle was in our favor,
With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream.
The corpses littered the beach for five miles,
Though heroism had carried the day,
With literally thousands dead or wounded,
Those who were left were determined to stay.
They faced great odds and chose not to protest,
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most came home, married and raised their babies,
But those who could not we recall with pain.
Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen ?
Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety ?
The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its
last in a city of buried
monuments ? Vision of inner
city affiliates,
taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.
A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.
SATISH VERMA
INSIDE D DAY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The weather is really lousy rained all day
I’m so nervous and edgy, I’m learning to pray
We are prepped and ready to complete our tasks
Now’s the moment, the hour, for the invasion of France
My buddy tall and skinny, we call him Guana
From some little town near Birmingham, Alabama
He talks funny with a southern nasal drawl
I’m from Pittsburgh, he’s teaching me to say yall
It’s 3 AM and I haven’t slept well for several days
Fully geared, scared, but with a positive gaze
Brother graduated high school may enlist this summer
Heard the last word a dying man says is mama
There’s 24 men in this landing craft, all are grim
Knowing survival of an amphibious landing is slim
Heads down, you’ll get a good look soon enough
I’m wondering how many will die scaling that bluff
Our section of beach has the code name Omaha
Noise, sirens, destroyer firing a constant pah, pah, pah
Racing to shore, any moment, a need to quickly disembark
I wonder if the red roses are blooming at Columbus Park?
There’s incoming ordinance, you hear it pinging on the boat
When I exit, if it’s too deep, I’ll drop everything, so I can float
The boat has stopped, quite a distance from the shore
Heart pounding, mouth bone dry, awaiting, drop of the door
I look at my buddies, all silent, some their eyes closed
Lips moving, a rosary, the hope of survival fully exposed
We’ve trained for this exercise over and over again
If we disembark rapidly, we won’t lose too many men
Door drops, men begin exiting, lives hanging on a thread
Wading their way to the shore thru the dying and dead
Got to the beach, looking for cover, I see my friend Guana
Suddenly I’m looking up at the sky: Did I come this far to die?
My thoughts all go childhood, I can only think of my mama
Seventy Three years ago today,
The war in Europe turned our way.
Through the waves, they came in waves
Through the waves, young strong Braves.
Across the beaches, under some withering fire,
They were unstoppable, their mission was dire.
Taking back from the enemy, the land,
Taken by soldiers of the Fatherland.
Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword,
The beaches where the Allies, of one accord,
Taken while the enemy were caught off guard.
They had fell for the ruse of another backyard.
British, American, Canadian and many more,
Surprised the enemy when they came ashore.
The battles raged, many died but none in vain,
They stopped an Evil from winning once again.
Lest we should ever forget.
© Dave Timperley 6th of June 2017
Tornado drills, like a fire drill
people practicing what to do in certain emergencies
The weather man predicts this
the newscrew the first response
to lead as many people possible to safety
a selfless act leaving you a hero to your child
in a society where we suffer racism
you never know what stereotype you would end up with
and together you would save eachother's lives
after the drill come home and everyone go for supper
in the end the newsroom will be able to flip a switch
that can sound off alarms all over your city or town
and those in any leadership position should be prepared to save lives
Airports with enough parachutes
under every seat
every passenger on the plane
knows how to use them
every worker on board a certified sky diver
inflatable rafts and supplies to jump with
just so you can feel safe flying
too much relies on the pilot
who has no way to save their lives
if all else fails
a sick game of finding the black box
when that being the only communication device
to find the whereabouts of the survivors
one jumper takes your waterproof radar
hidden under one of the seats
if the time to rely on it ever comes
a back up method of communication devised
Churches organized per sunday
where you will exercise, write your own part of the bible, sing, dance, and eat
fighting over these history books may have occured
but the weather patterns will reveal the safest places to live in the world
with a brand new pair of shoes for the world
we will lead those living in extremely dangerous places to a safer environment
Lost in France,
Resting 'neath a simple cross,
Just name,nationality and rank;
Giving of life,was his loss.
At home,
A breaking,aching heart;
A sweetheart's pain;
Her emptiness was another's gain.
In memory fading go
As echoing years slip by,
And still her tears flow;
Vivid yet her anguish sigh.
Forgotten,forfeit and for what?
freedom frailties,fragile,
Such ideas still beguile;
T'was ever thus,a peasant soldier's lot.
T’was d day before Easter
And all through the woods
The bunnies were busy
packing their goods.
The eggs were all colored
so pretty and bright
all things were “GO”
for the big special night
The baskets were waiting all decorated
With care in hopes
That the bunny soon would be there
My little brother theophilus
Was asleep in his bed
While visions of Easter eggs
rolled round his head.
And with my pynjamas and
with the puppy on my lap
I had just settled down
For a quick little nap
When outside the window
I heard a great noise
I sprang from my chair and
Jumped over some toys.
As quick as a flash to the window I flew
I pulled up the shade and
Oh! What a view
The moon on the meadow cast
A great golden glow
And the wind blew the flowers
to and fro.
Then all of a sudden from
Out of no where came
Some lovely bunnies
Hopping here and there
Leading the pack with ears long
And funny was an all plump
White rabbit,
That’s right the EASTER BUNNY.
So up on each doorstep the bunnies did hop
With baskets of eggs lets
Hope they don’t drop just at that moment
from the
Porch down below
Came the stamping of feet
T’was d rabbit I knew
He was surrounded by eggs
Which had been carefully dyed?
Easter eggs galore he soon
Would hide.
He’s eyes were all twinkles
He’s nose so pink
(and I cant be so sure but I think he did wink)
He uttered no sound as he hopped all about
Hiding the eggs and leaving
No doubt that the easter bunny
has come with baskets of
happiness for children so dear.