Best Troopers Poems
This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle,
Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle,
Now stands serene with only whisperings of the restless ghosts,
Of gallant men who sacrificed their all among the frenzied hosts.
Are those the sighs of vagabond souls heard with each subtle breeze,
As zephyrs rustle the dancing leaves of stalwart, guardian trees?
Is that the winter's wind that shrieks about Round Top Hill,
Or the screams of dying troopers, their fatal destiny to fulfill?
Are those the moans of men left to die, their laurels won,
Or the boles of ancient pines groaning 'neath the searing sun?
The wind wafts tall grasses that on The Wheatfield grow;
Could this be waves of spectral infantry, advancing row by row?
Lightning flashes and thunder echoes across the rolling sectors,
Reminiscent of once roaring cannon, now long-silent specters.
The battle was o'er with the repulse of daring General Pickett;
Thousands of souls lay dead on bloody field and tangled thicket.
Lincoln's powerful address yet echoes o'er that hallowed clay,
To honor heroes, no matter the color of cloth they wore that day.
Do their fretful spirits yet roam, wondering if they died in vain?
Rest in peace dear souls - because of you this nation rose again!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 the Fraser/Devonshire "Dazzle Us With History" Contest - Jan 2011
The stargazers got together
and spread a blanket out on the grass
of the lush and opulent lawn
Here, they all huddled together
astronomy addicted
they gazed as comets blazed
sad to see them fall
shooting stars
caught their eyes
but on the stars in the skies
constellation sewn
clustered or alone
The stars shone...
On these, they fixed their eyes
as they "oohed" and "ahhhed"
Celestially seduced- draw
It didn't matter
that some stars shone brighter
they all felt lighter
just being under star dusted canopy of night
This was their delight!
The starshooters were there
on an adjacent hill
they lost out on the thrill
grumbled and brewed
fumed and spewed
profanity at the lights
hanging high in the night
heaven's chandeliers
too bright they seemed
too dazzling and near
they were filled with fear
that the heavens would explode
so many stars...a heavy load
and so the star shooters
gathered their troopers
and aimed at the stars
Hoping to make them combust and fall
This would fill they with mirth
As stars collided with earth
Little did they know
stars couldn't be shot
Not by any old lot
They were meant to shine down
beauty and light
embellishing the night
with their wondrous light
a celestial delight!
The stargazers...now they
Well, what can I say?
They watched starworks at play
till night turned to day
and they then went on their way
Filled with delight,
What a sight!
Stargazer or starshooter
Tell me...
Which had it right?
Eileen Manassian
The term Starshooter is not my own. A super souper shared it with me the other day....I quite like it. Thanks!
Friends: Poetry Soupers,
Brethren of literary troopers,
I pray God to do my best
to wish us all a Christmas blest,
And if our loves ideas and bents
are not the same,
Perhaps we can meditate on
from whence we came.
At least in that light be together,
As Birds of a poetic feather.
I extend to you an olive branch
carried by peaceful Dove,
And wish you
Mercy ,Wisdom and Love.
We pray you have, Poetry Soupers
A joyous Christmas and happy New Year
May God bless All His literary troopers.
Three-hundred bodies shrouded in the snow -
stiff symbols of man's evil painted red.
Did horror freeze on the faces also
of women, men and kids who simply fled?
They ran from men outnumbering each one
of them and who with mountain guns shot dead
the half of them who had no chance to run!
Imagine fleeing, filled with so much dread.
Two miles some women ran to get away.
Unarmed and innocent, they must have pled
when found, but troopers shot them anyway.
At one dead woman's breast, a child still fed!
Some boys who hid were told they would be spared
if they'd come forth, but they were circled by
a number of cruel soldiers when they dared
to show themselves. Those beasts wished them to die.
The boys were butchered; then they lay in mud
along with their good fathers once so strong,
Ravines and hills were running with their blood,
and vanished now would be their Ghost Dance song.
This happened in my homeland of the free
but not so brave, yet twenty medals went
to men who took part in that killing spree
(said honor given by the government).
That cold bleak morning, few of them survived.
For white folks, though, a great new century
was just ahead, but all the dreams had died
for those Lacotas killed at Wounded Knee.
For Anthony Biaanco's Guns Contest
We're in the foothills of a second civil war
the divide between left and right
burning and widening
Peace undermined by the rich behemoth... indifference
the uneven eye of the media leviathan
universities raping our children's minds
impregnating with stalinleninputinxi disease.
Slapping lady liberty in the mouth
with metal dongs of intolerance.
Cutting out tongues of freedom of speech-of religion-of differing opinion
and the socialist/commies and pacifist wonder why
we the people are stockpiling high caliber rights.
It's because mad clowns are running the government
entitled mad dogs are crapping in the streets
the elite and naive emptying jails and asylums
onto our streets.
While they sleep soundly behind gated communities
while their storm troopers are slicing the stars from old glory
never satisfied with anything.
Always burning and cutting and running-reaping
never sitting-talking -discussing-seeding...
burning tongues and bloody stars.
Amassing in the foothills of the second civil war.
Table for one?
Oh no, please seat us
With room for both me
And, of course, my fetus.
The HOV troopers
Tried hard to cheat us
But I drove with two of us -
Me and my fetus.
Life is sure sweet
Now that justice must treat us
Like equals, although
One of us is a fetus.
Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization, holding high
Dimly lit guests, snow troopers, and a piano key
Playing a dismal dirge, an internal funeral melody.
Insightful memories on the dark side warn us
Anger and passion, the cusp of nuclear dourness
Letters written in sepia script, a child's scare
In this circumstance, an illustration of despair
A startled, hoary invoice manifests in the mail.
Chaste in Gulag, cognizant of the time roll on stale
Shattering and breaking through the glass box.
The axe grooves on raw wood and blocks.
A misheard song, carefully shattering a splash.
The spear is reflected in the water by a slash.
Hope mirrors shake fate spears to consume.
A rare bedazzlement, a reflection of optimism.
Swords of inertia rattle, eager for consumerism.
But I drudge, unfazed, in this dream, I resume
Where the power of a single act of kindness
Can shatter darkness and bestow brightness.
I walk on, carrying the weight of the past.
But never forget that it won't last.
In this dream, I find solace and peace.
In the midst of chaos, pain, and cease
The blue sky is melting into green.
A symbol of hope, of a raw scene.
Sorry, but there ain't no
John William's sound tract
light sabres flashin
kick ass Storm Troopers
or Death Star loomin.
Not like that at all
just a feeling
nothing matters
and if it did
I don't have
the energy
anyhow.
Dark cloud descending,
sucking up my light,
leaving a vacuum
to steal my oxygen.
Resistance futile
and I don't resist.
But with
the sound of,
the touch of
my loved ones
a glint escapes
the event horizon
of the black hole
of my mind.
Black turns to grey
and that's enough
for today.
December III, MMXIV
Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.
At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you tactically crawled only to range the said target.
Mike 1, Bingo! Mission accomplished you eliminate the terrorist.
You save not only the innocent citizenry but the whole state.
But at the time of extraction, treacherous rebels pop-out,
From nowhere they came to destroy you mercilessly.
Quite heartbreaking that reinforcement you shout!
But nobody came as you expected them desperately.
We are not callous how you feel that very tragic moment,
When everyone of you is running out of bullet...
When each of you wanted to hear the voices of your love ones in your lowest...
When you brave troopers stand still even blood spurting out and you just fight!
You are but the true heroes that will never been forgotten,
The warriors of elite force that every Filipino now proven.
Betrayal is such a torment, but SAF Family will tactfully proceed,
Because you fallen 44 heroes deserved JUSTICE in the end.
A special breed of men like you will never just die nor fade away,
But like a TAGALIGTAS logo you will be a world significant.
Indeed, you just leave a good trace in the Philippine history,
Salute to all of you fallen 44 SAF heroes and to all full blooded SAF!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
AWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHH!!!
We raced with giants and stalked Jabba Jab
Climbing on gates of metal and wood,
Fierce skin lacerated from thorny spikes
Our innocence excused by the gods.
With our light sabers in a clone menace
The troopers moved to protect all borders
From evil DarthNess and his invaders ;
Brave were our young minds with imaginings.
Weary from the Third Encounter
Our jerky knees brought us home,
Five knights reveling about our winning match
As we devoured heaps of steak in one fast round!
Carol Eastman's You're A Super Hero
new poem
by nette onclaud
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
I watched this strange flick
while I was a young chick
Involving space and futuristic beings
So many handsome men creating steam
Two men it seemed in love with she
This beauty with coils, eyes like the sea
I dreamt of just being in her shoes
Traveling in spaceships, a robot her muse
The quirky suitors,adventure, a theme
Such cool vehicles and speeders, my dream
Blasters and hover crafts, Jedi knights
Carrying strange tools called lightsabers to fight
Adventure, love story all together as one
Incredible theme with loads of fun
Names such as Solo, Yoda and Hut
Tatooine, star fighters, storm troopers that strut
This incredible adventure I watched as a teen
Continued its stories for years it did seem
My child, a son one day he was born
Played with many of these figures outside on the lawn
The stories continued so much we could share
A mother, a son at the screen we would stare
At night I would read these stories of knights
Traveling, chasing Darth Vadar to fight
I loved Naboo, Anakin, r2, and more
Each story captivating us,always wanting more
But sadly my child has become a young teen
Occasionally storm trooper figures are seen
See this story of Star Wars can draw us in
No matter our ages, the Jedi will win
I can watch the movies over and over it seems
For becoming a Jedi knight is one of my dreams
Jennifer Marie
Stars Wars Legacy Shared
we pass through the gates
we pass the kindergarten with it's colourful play area
we pass the primary school with the din of laughter
we pass the middle school with the hubbub of whirlwind psychosis
we are hit with the high school building
we are hit with wild landscapes
we are hit with fickle wassails
we are hit with hoodoo troopers
i teach Wordsworth
there's always something missing
we come from a world that is more heavenly
our childhood happened to someone else
i''m going to give up poetry and teaching
and go into clowning
It's been a year since that dreadful and unimaginable episode of Special Action Force occurred.
44 is indeed unacceptable in line of elite force where they called the mission planning assured.
It is not only a couple of weeks nor months but years to scrutinize the said mission they've been ordered.
Specialized SAF Troopers was compromised to that "OPLAN Exodus" just to make our Nation secured.
But why our fellow brothers left behind? Ten hours is quite too long to wait for reinforcement.
Betrayal is such a morbid word for them who doesn't deserved at all for that kind of assignment.
INJUSTICE is nevertheless but an irrational, unbearable and not even a requirement,
To Specialized Troopers who accomplished their mission and knowing what they've done is an achievement.
JUSTICE we cried out to our fellow Troopers who sacrificed their own lives for the sake of our nation!
We will never stand down to seek JUSTICE until the end and truth shall prevail to that agitation.
Because you SAF Fallen 44 Heroes and Survivors relevantly deserved JUSTICE and your sacrifices will be an inspiration,
Not only to the whole world but most of all to the orphaned children who left innocently with a question....
WHERE FREEDOM FINDS THE FIRE-Screwed XIII Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
The liberation that resides within burning flames,
creates a disaster of unknown soldiers with no names.
Emancipation of nightmares turning into reality,
such trauma on the front line without any familiarity.
The combatants fight for justice without reservation,
committed to the allegiance with brothers, self preservation.
Fearless warriors breaking through walls of steel,
the discipline remains faithful with robust Navy Seals.
Rugged militants searching for honorable troopers,
a fighter waiting to be found by a dedicated recruiter.
Courage becomes a mission that creates no boundary,
to save our country within mental states of quandary.
Enemy's break through and many soldiers become hero's,
they protect our freedom from disasters like ground zero.
The Privates in the Army teach discipline and respect,
so proud to be an American, what more should we expect?
Freedom comes with a price and too many lives are lost,
so much fear and trepidation when enemy lines are crossed.
All the soldiers are laid to rest in Arlington Cemetery,
for when freedom finds the fire, fighting is necessary.
~Date Written: March 26, 2016~