Best Soldiering Poems

I have felt the sun come burning,
O'er the sands of Africa,
I have climbed the steps,
Marked by the hand of time.

I have sailed along the river,
The...

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Scribe Under Fire

The wall had been there for an eternity
	
	closing gaps of time and sacred places

		field stones memories and gentle caress


Hans could not write any...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which...

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From ebon nights, that seem everlasting
In the land of the midnight sun
He trudges through the blizzards embrace
For miles he's the only one

To radiant rays from...

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Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical, 
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern...

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Rehearsing my lines with passion
And yearning for her affection
A redhead flame, I was keen to meet
Desiring a meaningful relationship
My inner soul would cherish the touch...

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I have spilled all of it out, it seems
Shushed it away
Now I stare at it like you would some black-and-white photo
I’m soldiering on
I can’t find...

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competing cousins, interbreeding homo-sapiens
  hominins humming mostly human song
  altruistic generalisers, ever close to dying ways
  opportunistic, never staying long

  self-aware,...

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It's always the little things 
                 That mean the...

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Sausage or suya* ?


Sausage or suya ?Give me the latter;
The craft of maisuya* is grand
He cleans guts like a housesitter,
Weaves all like caterer’s fondant
Liver, kidney...

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Blank Page
Clean Slate

Untouched
Somewhat

Once Great
Tho Not So Great Enough

Back Again
Here I Am

Here Again
Unfinished

Tinkered
Tailored

Soldiered Too Fit
Sailors Despise

Redundance
Repitition

Without Point
Without Goal

Without Role
Without Cause

Without Baseline
Without Ship

We All Crash
We All Drown

Why...

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I’m just a working stiff
droning along in life
Everyday
me be doing 
what the boss queen bee say
Following orders,
never once do I ask why

I’m just a wooden...

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Sparkling all across the wisps of morning dew.
Weaver spin on till your masterpiece is through.

Dancing in the sunlight's rays-your web of white.
Tantalizing beauty there is...

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They taught me at Sunday school
that the Spirit's wind; and cool.
On a night cool and windy,
my eyes were wide and flinty.

Through translucent window pane, 
jiggled...

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There's an interpretation of the skies
that the end of wonderment belies.

Keep flying on the perfect cloud
where being awestruck is allowed.

Fill up with joy and let...

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