Best Serviceman Poems

There are people with this condition
And many people are not aware
This is not mental sub division 
Join me and show you care

They suffer from sleepless...

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We called it Decoration Day
When I was just a kid
And up ‘til now, I never knew
Exactly why we did.

I always thought that it referred
To stripes...

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A brave young soldier died,
killed in Afghanistan.
And he'll be interred as
an honored serviceman.

He was placed in harm's way
by those he defended.
And far from family
his shortened...

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One hundred years since the end
No veterans left to befriend 
A war that saw many losses
We now remember with poppy crosses

They fought in trenches side...

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THE SULLIVANS, 1942
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




It was a cold  blustery day in Waterloo
An Iowan winter with not much to do
A silent military mission was underway
Three...

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(Soliloquoy : An act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.)


Mark a...

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Plaited and curled as rolls
Protecting and strengthening as house poles
Arrangements made and broken
Neighbor's hair to be my token
Weekend is near and the hair is new
Neighbors...

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Plaited and curled as rolls
Protecting and strengthening as house poles
Arrangements made and broken
Neighbor's hair to be my token
Weekend is near and the hair is new
Neighbors...

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There‘ll be black humour today,
Gentle ribbing, banter and jokes, 
Stripping away of egos, repartee
Among our mixed group of folks.
Bruising conversations maybe,
But in a non malicious...

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All the bigwigs in our village
Took refuge in the mercy
Of Fortune.

It came to such a situation that
If we locked our house and left,
Before we reached...

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There once were two Sam's
who met by chance cycling a path
where friendships were cast
dwelled by plenty, the old Garden Valley
down in the valley green grass...

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My name is Pérola, born among thorns beneath steely rocks
By the great Bay, where its sons harvest fish for the government mint against their sweat
The...

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arrive in morning
   descending gloom 
inboxes full 
    deadlines loom 
    
insufficient wage 
   big...

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HOMESICK

I used to go away to camp and have a lot of fun,
But I was glad when I came home and that long week was...

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