Best Good Soldier Poems
Sicut Miles Christi I stand tall
Sicut Miles Christi I give my all
To a Man who deprived the devil of his will
To a Man who tumbled Jericho's hill
I'm a soldier in the army of my Lord
Equipped with the Spirit’s sword
A battle I’m called to fight
For the glory of His light
Sicut Miles Christi I’m never alone
Sicut Miles Christi I build on this stone
A soldier always in a battle ready mode
Designed to break and decipher the devil’s code
Yes! I've prevailed in the battle fray
His blood brought victory today
On Calvary Cross I fix my eyes
So I can attain the promised prize
Sicut Miles Christi I'll fight to the end
Stand steadfast my faithful friend
Fill my heart with bravery oh my Master
With unflinching faith exuding like a blazer
Sicut Miles Christi what should we fear?
When the Lord has conquered with His spear
As a Soldier of Christ be vigilant in thy task
A selfless sacrifice the Master dare to ask
“Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.” 2Timothy 2:3
Footnote: Sicut Miles Christi (A Latin phrase, it's Literal Translation is: “As a Soldier of Christ”) is the motor of my Alma Mater Bishop Herman College. It was established on 28 February 1952. It was the first secondary school established by the Catholic Church in the Region.The College was named after a French Catholic Bishop , Auguste Herman. Bishop Herman had impacted me more than any school. In fact I am proud of my alma mater.
Studying for hours on a subject that I love and despise
Grappling with words and definitions
Trying to make sense out of all the confusion and complexities
Of ethical hacking, security, and intrusion detection
Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing
Studying technology rather than art or the humanities
For within them my passion lies
But somehow I am always drawn to the almighty dollar
Knowing I can make a living, even if it kills my soul
Anxiety-ridden, insecurity-driven
And I march on, like a good soldier
Pursuing that which allows me to survive
Who was it that says there are two sides to every person?
I’ve often thought that, although for me it isn’t good or bad
But rather heart and mind, soul and survival
Starving artist or thriving consultant
For three years I sailed around the world
Hoping I’d found my new calling in life
But in the end, reason took over, and I returned
Like a pig to the trough, consuming ideas and information
To shore up my vessel, preparing it for another journey
Into the vast oceans of the world, all my futures
Depend on my success here
My soul cries out, hoping I have made the right choice
Allowing me to pursue my passions, through monetary gains
A boat cannot buy itself
The money must come from somewhere
In a perfect world, money would not be required
We would be free to pursue our passions
Without worry of the cost, or the inability to feed ourselves
But alas, this is not the world I live in, despite my desires
So I must carry on, study on, memorizing definitions and algorithms
Passing the tests is all that matters now
To earn my degree, gain the new skills
Keeping my eye on the prize
And someday, sailing off into the sunset, with my pockets full
of the gold pieces required, to blow the man down
--All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com
“Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.”
A warm hand salute to each brave soldier
Who courageously fights in each battle
Willingly waging sweet life to conquer
Our precious freedom, the land’s wealth-mantle
You’re great angel saving homes and nations
Noble hero, making our fears dwindle
God-sent warrior with a valiant soul
With gifts... worthy beyond admiration
And your strength is our life’s brightest candle
While your faithful will-power leaves foe’s fall.
A deep gratitude to each brave army
For highborn mission, leaves a family
Enduring the pains of great sacrifice
A medal of valor seems can’t suffice
You offer your life for all your brethren
With unparalleled love, help and kindness
You work hard, sunshine or rain at war zones
Your enormous pillar is in heaven
You’re a wolf guarding us with readiness
Under the moonlight with your blest weapons
Great appreciation dear warrior
Soldier or army at battlefield’s core
We owe you freedom, peace and victory
Without you, nations stay in misery
An honor for soldier in some ways too
Such as oppression-fighter and others
Each unwavering spreader of God’s words
Doing all the best for His love so true
To those who fight for good are God’s soldiers
They're protected-- strength is from the Lord
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2 Timothy 2:3-4
3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 4 No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.
Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat
You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound
You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan
Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame
Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar
That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole
I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand
To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare
The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry - grab
remnants of human litter- their meal for the day-
and flee.
Homeward bound.
Rain-
torrents or drizzle feed flora, fauna, man
all given a pardon: one more day to live.
Mother Nature in a cathartic mood sends
the wind, chaotic, blasted, twisted;
or patronizing - to clean and clear.
Then returns the earth to serenity
and life.
Homeward bound.
Geese choreographed in flight
synchronized to fly as one
north to south in the winter
and intuitively reverse when
it’s time to breed and feed.
Homeward bound.
Lovers- finish
the evening’s repartee with a
nightcap of Bailey’s or Port
conjoined as they coo their way.
Homeward bound.
The warrior-committed to peace-
combative, defensive, protective, vigilant,
conflicted- kill or be killed.
The good soldier returns-decorated for bravery- in the box
covered in the coveted colors of the employer.
Some maimed –without limbs, eyes, mind.
The whole- return- many missing-their soul.
Homeward bound.
The dying- incontinent, incoherent, incompetent, in pain
wishes for a reprieve. Moans.
More morphine.
The death rattle gurgling through lungs
ravaged but determined
to discharge the last hooray of life.
Then, so it goes, homeward bound.
Kathy Tauber-2015
Never knew my Dad when I was a lad,
Never knew what it was like,
to go for a walk, and hold his hand.
My, if I did, that would be grand.
My early years are in the mist of time,
Those times as a lad, covered in grime.
Mum tried her best, this I now know,
But without Dad, it was hard to grow.
I wasn't a wild child, 'cos he wasn't there,
I was just a lad who didn't really care,
I did as I was told, with no talking back,
Just the nice things of life I did lack.
As soon as I could I put that life behind me,
At the tender age of 15 I joined the army.
When asked what I wanted,a decision was made.
I went to Chepstow, where I learned my trade.
What I found made me wonder and stare
People taught me how to live my new life,
It was different,scary, but that was that,
Now was my time to wear a new hat.
I soon knuckled down to this new job,
For once in my life I had a few bob.
I learned how to be clean in myself,
Didn't know much about personal health.
In a room of 20 lads, dirty was wrong,
You had to stay clean for you to belong.
So showers, often, became norm for me,
As a very good soldier I wanted to be.
So much happened during my stay,
Until an accident occurred one day.
I bust my back, there was so much pain,
It didn't compare to being civilian again.
It still doesn't, over 50 years later.
© Dave Timperley. 06/01/2020
Finally home, cheers, hugs, kisses abound
My head throbs, but the fierce rage I contain
On hair-trigger alert, my inner storm starts to pound
As a good soldier, I've learned to take the pain
Family and friends are strangers somehow
Their laughter and words sound rehearsed and staged
Their eyes betray fear of who I am now
In their lives I can no longer be engaged
I flinch when car lights flash and horns sound
With dread, all night I pace the floor
Sunrise, I depart, Greyhound station bound
Too lost to be found, I've no home anymore
Written 9/14/22
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
"ONSLAUGHT"
G-ood soldier of the Lord,
E-nemy's worst nightmare;
R-eady to defend the faith,
S-trong during vile weather.
O-ctober thirteenth morn, comes the brave warrior;
N-either arm will weaken in fulfilling his fervor.
N-ot for a time will he quit,
O-bliterating the evil deed;
N-either eye will turn blind
A-t the chosen ones' need.
T-otal trust in the Father and in the double-edged sword;
O-ne true obedient servant is a good soldier of the Lord.
I remember my candles in the night
My eyes heavy but weightless like light
The thought of being a corper my right
A pound on my head boom boom
The thud of boots and whistle boomerang
Shrill cries like a community gone agog
Soldiers and man o wars on the work
Kaaki and boots stroll under the wilderness
As I drench myself in the reflection of morning parade
Then I wake up to the reality of being a soldier, even though my tired feet struggle for survival in the hands of code 1 and code 2
Like a wrestler contesting the royal rumble
I have been stressed, squeezed like a rug left on the floor to rumple
My enduring and persevering heart whispers
The sweet chants of one day we will go
Yes indeed we will go, not as we were but as gallant soldiers of the NYSC
I swim in the pool of events
Tiring as it is, I must make it
This is the reality, I have always wanted
Lectures were made on white and black
Skills were taught on the block
Food and love shared on the clock
Uncertainty looms in the horizon
When the bugle of farewell blows on the 26th of March to another hurdle
On which side of Cross River will I march
Calabar,Ikom,Ogoja,
Good soldier that I am
I must go
Kopas we we we
Kopas wa wa wa
What faith befalls you on Tuesday
Take it with wa wa wa
This is the reality we have always wanted
Our dream and long desired expectation
Have finally unfolded into its oblivion of extinction
Let us awaken ourselves to the reality of serving our fatherland
Author: Ginikachi Nnadozie Obah
WHAT IF I
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
What if I would die suddenly, this day
What would kin and acquaintances say
That I was smart, clever keeping my cool
That I was gentleman, quite hard to fool
That I could be counted as a friend
That I was generous, willing to lend
That my word was solid, all could rely
That I was honest, not living a lie
That I was true, earning your trust
That I was faithful, eschewing lust
That I was a good son, most of the time
That I was a good soldier, many will chime
That I was a good husband, in my life
That I was a true partner, to my wife
That I was a good father, to my progeny
That I was a good provider, to my family
That I was great: praised often in the eulogy
That I will be missed, by those knowing me
That I will be lauded, in glowing terms
That I was a luminary, the mourners affirm
There is a duty that all mourners share
The deceased is treated with vocal care
True feelings are seldom brought to light
Any ugly experiences are hidden from sight
No truer words have ever been said
Everyone loved me, now that I’m dead
Marching with confident swagger, they stride
Jubilantly boasting of pony ride
While slinging rifle with flair
For cowboy video share
As Christ’s young soldiers*, amidst boyish pride.
*2Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
May 6, 2022
3rd place, "High Noon " Cow Boy Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/8/2022.
sit down
they tell me
sit down
calm that voice
calm that spirit voice
thats wants to revolutionize
and change hateworld
calm that love
calm that spirit, they say
fearing day of love
fearing reckoning of truth
sit down
sit down they say
sit down they say
sit your thoughts down
sit your love down
sit your truth down
they say
they want to sit the truth down
they want to shut the truth up
I will not sit down
I will stand
I will stand erect and proud
like a lovesoldier that I am
searching for truth eternal
too moral
to hold
too moral to keep down
too moral to keep silent
do not tell me to stand
I will stand guard like a good soldier
I will stand.
7 Aug 08 1:00 PM
I once thought I had awaken from a dream.
I bolted upright and let out scream!
I ran from my bed and out the front door jumped into my boat and grabbed for the oars.
I rowed down the street and took a left on main and lost one oar cause it stuck in a drain.
But I kept on rowing as hard as I could round in a circle like a good soldier should.
I never gave up and I didn’t quit, until my last oar in two halves it split.
Then I really woke up and realized the dream and pondered all day just what it
might mean.
In life we hurry and worry so much, we don’t even take time to finish our lunch.
I’ve got to do this I’ve got to do that, take care of the dogs take care of the cats.
I’ve got to go here I’ve got to go there.
I know my keys are here hiding somewhere.
Around and around where I’m going I don’t know.
I’ve worked and worked and have so little to show.
But then my oar broke and I finally stopped and out of that boat I came with a hop!
My head has quit spinning and now I can see,
My purpose my treasures. . . . are God and my family
He knew how to keep his job:
Follow orders,
speak to superiors only when spoken to
And always give a subservient nod
His grandfather taught his father,
and his father taught him ...
Be loyal to the State
Serve and obey
the patriotic, military way
And when in doubt,
this is what you say: I know nothing
Now stationed at the White House,
he can see the vultures circling
And he remembers what his grandfather would often say
Sgt. Shultz was a wise, old grandfatherly soul of a man
But when Germany fell at the end of WWII,
he cut bait and ran
Though he didn’t do no wrong during the war,
this he swore
Still, he wasn’t so American sure
Sgt. Shultz was a good soldier,
but he wasn’t no hero, not by a stretch
However, he treated his POW’s well,
and told the American colonel Hogan
that his CO Col. Klink, one day was gonna go to hell
Though he insisted, he committed no crime during the war ...
this he doubly swore,
saying he knew nothing
Concerning this alibi,
he just wasn’t rock solid American sure
As he headed towards
the Statue of Liberty democratic shore
His wife and him had brushed up on their English,
and passed through Ellis Island Station
And became melting pot citizens of this great nation
But over time,
he trained his son, and his son’s son
how to safely straddle the fence
And passed on the family’s living treasure:
known as the Sgt. Shultz defense
Tears of frustration!
Shed out of angst and exasperation
Exposing war's fatigue due to martyrdom exhaustion…
Soldier of valor, marching on despite persecution---
--- I acknowledge your persistence toward attainment of genuine liberation.
Tears of hardship!
Defying rigors of battle for true friendship
Burst due to agonizing distress to ensure relationship…
Soldier in good will pursuit following truth-anchored leadership---
--- I commend your stewardship for united brotherhood-partnership.
Tears of freedom fulfilment!
Tricking down midst accomplishment
Signifying successful combat-engagement
Soldier midst jubilation along justice-endowment---
--- I rejoice with your heroic achievement.
Tears of gladness!
Joy* overflowing from heart that fought for peacefulness
Expressing relief, forgiveness and gratitude-bountifulness…
Soldier marked by courage, braced upon the Lord’s loving kindness---
--- I thank your success exemplifying faith’s steadfastness
Tears of victory!
Triumphant over adversary
Vanquishing worry brought by guilt-torturing misery
Soldier** upholding what is right against hatred’s fury---
--- I salute your conquest by God’s grace and for His glory.
*Ps 126:5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
**2Timothy 2:3Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
July 19, 2022
Contest Name: Tears of a Valiant Soldier
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal