Best Fatigues Poems

Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He was just another beggar, holding out a shiny tin cup.

But...

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The bombing of Pearl Harbour was the turning point for me
That day I enlisted in the army, despite protests from my family
I tried to reassure them by saying that everything would be fine
And after six months of training I was destined for the front line.

The...

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Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred wolverine paralysed
 
Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day
waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye
Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who...

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Army BRAT’S Always ‘Wanna’ Fly High

The tradition necessitates that as a child born unto military parents
Called by the beloved acronym Born Raised and Trained (BRAT’S)
Be always on the spotlight as they augment and compliment
The guys in uniform ever shifting from one place to another
Military BRAT’S...

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In the Congolese Jungle three men are training for a mission.
They train to detain and disarm poachers.
They hope this will be the conclusion of their efforts.
They also train for a formidable alternative.
Poachers are opportunistic and have only self interest.
Poaching of an entire species will break...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home defeating terrorists because it was the nation’s call that I...

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I remember 
That summer 
Days in slow motion
Longer nights
Nothing to do
Bored
And angry
I enlisted.

Military orders
In breast pocket
Standing In formation
Gear
Next to my right leg
Family, friends and memories
Lurking
Somewhere in the shadows.

Cargo plane 
Engines thrusting
Size beyond imagination
Pushing through a crowd
Of olive green fatigues
I grab a seat near the back
Meet...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this river is tempting us to bleed for treasure, for the...

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"The Gift" 

Communication to a friend...

Responding to what you have written, responding to your thoughts. This is a very deep and very sad write and I get it. 

I would like to read the story further to see how it unfolds. 

One, no matter how...

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A soldier by the name of Patricia
Was teased by the guys in the militia
Instead of a grenade
They made him a maid
In his army fatigues he had charisma


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears no armour    gasmask
				pail within squat thighs
					nor bloodless forefinger and thumb

Cows wear forlorn looks 
	distressed mien 	
 ...

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for me i still have the war within
 a fight that was not mine to hold
 i should rejoice for our side won
 but left some brother and sisters
 in the cold flag draped boxes cold
 put down my rifle, helmet, boots
 married but the...

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As an era of rage and power surged forth;
there were Nam warriors crossing the line...
did they have fate, did they have a choice 
but crown a homeland's need for supreme win?
Dressed in fatigues, soldiers baked in hot sun
booby traps and minefields nailed on minds,
as wet...

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Craggy-bearded, old gent; 
cigar in-hand;
faded army fatigues,
thread bare from the years at war.

He sits, on a cold mall stool;
chats away with the passersby.
An old-timer
with more stories to tell,
than he has years left,
to live.

The crowd gathering ‘round him;
all curious-faced and half-smiling;
listen intently
transfixed by his war-memories.

The faces...

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Normal people scare me


The other day,
I shuffled my way,
down the street,
minding my own business.

As I raised my glance upwards
to the oncoming pedestrian
traffic on the busy sidewalk,
I noticed a young woman (I think)
as she (?) approached me,

I saw her,
navigating her way through
the stream of people crossing
in...

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