Best Tracers Poems

Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love.
The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did...

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Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s a telephone by the bar.  I watch people talk...

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Sitting and waiting for the whistle to blow again twice in just one day,
I sat and watched the various signs, the returning spring across fields,
In a copse there was a wood lark singing also in the copse a sniper waiting,
Tom **** hung off a house...

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They were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water; dying on the sand of Omaha Beach.

Memories.

Three long hours smashing...

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spring melts into summer’s light
proving wrong that still despair,
chilled in winter’s heart,
has corroded to the marrow

for even poppies bloom
in broken fields and shell holes
bones blanketed in shrouds of moss
trill of larks cross no man’s land

as pollen floats out lazy over fields
fuzzed with sprouts and turned...

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Tumor consciousness

Tumor of the bloody brain,
lays me low and causes pain,
consciousness does slip an slide,
other lifetimes can't decide
which one is the self?

Leap aboard a ME109,
here are coming British swine,
tracers bouncing past just fine,
weave a little, stick back, smile,
never mind the Hitler heil,
inverted v12 thrumming,
climbing,
mein gott...

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time 
distortions of memory 
tricks played out 
of things thought but not 
old photos tell stranger tales 
of two dimensional places 
of younger eyes 
and tender faces 
8mm and slideshows 
or lockets clasp'd 
kodachrome and sepia 
and oh! there's a cameo hidden 
in the back...

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I am nearing the end of my journey
The path that I walk is almost done,
Over my shoulder are friends now gone?
In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear
For I am in a world where no one belongs

Tomorrow I look through the sight for...

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I was told those who care less suffer less
I believed
I was doing this for you
Pretending not to care 
Not when we shot those arty rounds
Not when we threw chemicals at you
Not as I rejoiced at your death
Relieved when the angels of anarchy
Flew to save us...

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let's speak of the unspeakable
the horrid, heartless, maybe headless tale

let's speak of small children, 
gaunt with indifference, both of and for
the sunken eyes, the distended belly
the insects hovering about...waiting

let's speak of hospital corridors
hushed conversations with green-scrubbed
doctors and nurses, the welling of tears
unready to find peace...

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Their faces he’ll no longer see 
Their lives were lived then gone 
Players in the game of death 
The brave, the dead, the pawns 
How many mothers cry these days? 
How many still aren’t the same 
Two armies fighting each other 
In this massive death...

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Vietnam was Fifty Years Ago
By Franklin Price
8/30/2018

Vietnam was fifty years ago
Around the world across the sea
God went with me on tour
Now it's just a memory

The Air Force was my service branch
Ground navigation was my field
 Pilots guided on their missions
From the stations we would build

I...

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Just let me win ten grand
I could piece my life back together
And still vacation on the sand
I could hold out for a good job
Take care of my daughters like before
Maybe even fix the dent
In my mercury tracers door
I could be the best santa claus ever
(my...

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BLACK BREWRIES BRAVENESS

Black brewries braveness
In ink incorporative individualism
Those Thinny tracers ticking Time
Be-little black  braveness baselessly
Mirror my motion moves momentously
Directed diagonal  deeply 
Hurt humans heart heavy
Because better black believes
Dedication, determined destinies 
Of our oddity obviously occupied.
We welcome world words with warrant
Blacks built braveness buxom...

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