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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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