Best Operation Poems
When you left me
my world began to crumble
My mind was racing and playing tricks
on me, because everyone was looking just
like you.
When you left
so did my heart
Like an heart operation gone bad
there I lay flat lining
My heart stop pumping
the breathe in my body no longer exist
Then reality kicks in and I realize
that there is no life without you
The plane touched down
Ethiopians kissed the ground
The Bible's holy soil
Land of Israel
Home at Last!
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Operation Solomon was a covert Israeli military
operation, in which over 14,000 persecuted
Ethiopian Jews were airlifted to Israel in 36
hours in May of 1991.
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Total: 18 words
January 13, 2021
20-word max -- do it with feeling contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Operation gone wrong
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Last words I heard
Close your eyes, just sleep
I obeyed, I closed them tight
I heard the Dr. say,
She’s out like a light
But I wasn’t, I could hear everything
I heard the slicing of my skin,
Humor about the scalpel so thin
I heard all but felt nothing
I tried to shout, I HEAR YOU-ALL!
Nothing came out nothing at all
Small talk a few jokes
One about 3 days without a smoke
I’m here, I’m here, I’m not asleep
Dr. I know you sliced me deep
Could this be happening
While the Dr.s practicing
I need to get up, I need to get out
Out of here, away from all
Code blue, code blue, I hear them call
Wait, I see, I see them all
I hear, I see, how can this be
pressing down upon my chest
1, 2, 3
Their trying to save me
But I’m ok, I feel just fine
No pain no longer in my spine
She’s gone,
I hear, I hear them say
No, I’m thinking I’m here to stay
They cover my face I turned so blue
Must tell her loved one’s, the dr said
The correct time I pronounce her dead
Where do I go? what happens now?
Into the light a whisper said softly
Your pain now gone, your where you belong
Be Thankful your operation went wrong
Transplant the organs, one by one,
And when the surgery is done
Transfer the most important part:
A conscience to his heart.
“The Fire They Awoke”
They came in silence, hearts grown cold,
To strike peaceful tourists, young and old;
With coward’s hands, they spilled our blood,
And stirred our souls, to surge of flood.
From snowy peaks to desert land,
The lion roared on duty’s stand;
Steel in gaze and flame in chest,
The Indian Army rose in quest.
Not for glory, not for the fame,
But for the motherland’s sacred name;
Each footstep echoed justice true,
And the bullets flew for me, for you.
Across the border, under the night,
They struck with honor, strength and might;
A message clear, in thunderous roar,
That’s for our soil, our daughters’ sindoor.
The tears of kin, the cries of pain,
How could be shed in vain again ?
For every martyr, for every scar,
Our soldiers answered from afar.
With grit they walked in fire, with no fear,
Their only compass, in the clear;
Avengers not with hate, but great pride,
With tricolor as their sole guide.
So raise your heads, all nation wide,
Salute the brave who are our pride;
They write in blood when tyrants learn,
They touch our souls, in earnest return.
Written May 10, 2025
© Dr Upma A Sharma
On “Operation Sindoor” by IAF post Pahalgam massacre
>My local football team Ipswich Town have not been doing too well. Although they did win their opening match. They have lost the following two. Football in my opinion is like a military operation. For some reason my mind was instructed to write a poem which I delivered to the Team shop. As it was too far for me to walk to the main office. And as I was parked in town I thought I would save postage. Not sure what their response will be lol.
Football is all teamwork.
Madonna’s you don’t all be.
Not one of you is a star.
You should gel as one you see.
You must all work together.
In perfect harmony.
In training just like soldiers.
Hard work it all might be.
But remember you are on the same side, working as a team should be.
But when you are on the field, in war, or in play.
You had to face another team, your enemy for that day.
Now this is where teamwork comes in.
Remember what I say.
Look after and use each other.
Then you should win that day.
Stanley Russell Harris
(the new mad author)<
Sounds of children laughing
Singing and having a good time
Is almost like a fairy-tale
But this time, it's mine.
The little ones are laughing and smiling
Almost as hard as the youth do
Together, we know we'll make a difference
One little kid's dream will come true.
We're doing something special for the world
So others can live with love
So we are giving just a few boxes of stuff
Almost like a little treasure trove.
Operation:Christmas Child
How it brings smiles to my eyes
To see all this hard work
To help a few little lives.
Bailey comes and takes my hand,
"Kristen, come here and see!
We've wrapped boxes full of toys
For little children like me!"
Given so unselfishly,
These children donate so much
Not only gifts, but unconditional love
A hug and a warm touch.
We stuff the boxes full of toys
And wrap them one by one
Soon, we have finished
All the boxes are done.
But we don't want to leave yet
We're having so much fun
So we hold hands and begin to sing
Our voices blending to become one.
We sing together for a while
Then we must break up to go home
But we know we'll still be there
And our voices will carry on.
So I go to bed this night
With happy tears in my eyes
Grateful for Operation:Christmas Child
That boosts so many little lives.
Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
Armada
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
who returned to do, what only hero's can do "
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http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
To those who praise
the nation
as supreme -
hear me out.
To those who say
the individual
is the only thing
that counts,
let me tell it to you plain:
what sum exists
without the addends
that created it?
And let me say it again:
can you fill in the answer
without knowledge of A and B?
Well until we all stop
to look around
that remains to C.
Written March 4th, 2016
For the Equations Contest hosted by Anthony Slausen
Throughout the world year after year,
shoeboxes packed with gifts bring cheer
to needy kids who hold them dear.
Their smiles are a delight.
Each person’s small donation buys
a child much-needed school supplies
small toys, and more—a sweet surprise
that makes their Christmas bright.
As they are by the millions blessed,
providers of their gifts attest
they’re honored to fulfill this quest.
Their joy is at its height.
*Operation Christmas Child is one of the many ministry
projects of Samaritan’s Purse (Boone, North Carolina,
main headquarters)
Mother used her third arm
for most everything,
her all-around solution
for problem solving.
Once, she used it to save
the life of a common toad.
The snake was guilty
of nothing more than a move
to assuage his hunger. He soon
fell victim to Mother's expertise
in wielding a hoe. As he slithered
along the cotton row, she chopped
him in two pieces just beyond
the bulge in his frame.
She then used her hoe
to push the frog out
toward light and freedom.
Mr. Toad sat for a time,
blinking in the sun,
then hopped back into his world.
My life is on your hands my doctor
I Don't know what to do and not to
Please feel my pain, my grief, my woe
Please do your best and little more
I trust to God and you my dear
But heart has covered with sense of fear
My darling husband is going in for a major operation tomorrow,
Please pray with me and help us get to the night of the morrow,
Because I have been told it is foolish for me to visit him,
Due to Covid, I will not be able to see Elias which is grim,
Until Tuesday next week when we will fetch him to come home,
So no family until then, he has to go through all of this alone.
But as soon as he is able he will call what’s app me or zoom
And ICU will probably shout at me because of all my calls, I assume!
December 13th came to be,
the end of the man hunt of history.
In the town of Tikrit, like a mole,
hiding in his "Spider Hole."
No longer able to escape,
was a coward resigned to his fate.
Thinking as himself so bold,
for 35 years with Iraq's hold.
No longer punished or terrorized,
from this animal they despised.
Journalists shout his name,
"Death and down with Saddam Houssein."
Not a shot fired from our armies,
to capture a coward so diseased.
Guns fired just for fun,
from Iraq's people of celebration.
The town of Tikrit rid of scars,
U.S. Soldiers lit their cigars.
Again able to stand strong,
from the Victory of "Operation Red Dawn."