Best Troops Poems
We hear your voice across this nation
We send our love and admiration
Now standing in awe of what you do
We dedicate this day to you.
On nine eleven our world was torn
Only to rise, our strength reborn
An end to terror our only choice
And you became freedom's voice
Our country will not be intimidated
Terrorists will be eradicated
We stand behind you until the day
When you come home to the USA.
They destroyed two buildings side by side
They will never destroy American Pride
We the people, with our hearts we say
To our troops, Happy Valentine's Day.
You forget your plight
while you fight with might.
You roam with your comrades, never
leaving behind a man.
You prove your worth
with your trust in the Almighty.
You' ve left loveones behind.
They spread your spirit strong.
Knowing you are the Best and you
pass the Test.
Till Life's made you hold,
try your best to be bold.
While our Country hold you up,
in the palm of our Hands.
Across the ocean,
Our soldiers fight with honor:
For our great country.
I wrote a letter just today,
To a young soldier in a land that’s far away.
The letter I wrote was hard for me to write,
Cause he may be in a life or death situation, while I sit here safe tonight.
In a place where we deem is cruel and uncaring,
Our young men and women fight and some die, all for a word called freedom which they are
sharing.
No one chooses to die or come home crippled for life, though many do,
To take to a foreign land the glories of freedom, which others once did and or doing for
me and you.
Freedom comes with a price, and sacrifice seems to be the only way to keep us free,
And that is exactly what those young men and women do everyday for you and me.
Think about it, those that come back safe, stood in harms way, and had to leave family and
friends,
Why? Is it because so many in this world can’t get along and make amends?
Well young fellow you take care and know that there are many who hold you in their prayers,
Keep well and we await your safe return for we know you’ve done your share.
As we fight we die
While we live we cry
Horrors and pain
Over soldiers slain
Not just soldiers but people with lives
With sons, daughters and wives
There not just another chess piece
For without them all hope would cease
Our military is not just a whole
Each man has a role
The loss of one should be the same as the loss of all
We should morn those who died at our nations call
Not just go on with our day
While we ignore the price they pay
We live in our little sheltered existence
Ignorant of what goes on in the distance
People die for our way of life
And we repay them with strife
2/26/09
Guess I'll ne'er understand those loony loons
Shaking their fists at the Wall Street tycoons
The Tea Party did it right
They didn't leave filth and blight
'Occupiers' remind me of baboons
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Where To Send the Troops Horn Hiaku
Revolting jolting splinter groups
Have to jump through many hoops
Were to send the troops.
We should consider each fact
So we can remain in tack
Were to send the troops.
To one country did relate
To concentrate all his hate
Were to send the troops.
What is it which we should do
So all our plans will come true
Were to send the troops.
Glue will have healing power
And harder does get each hour
Were to send the troops.
For me it makes perfect sense
In confidence and suspense
Were to send the troops.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
They willfully exile themselves from fight,
turn into friendly sports their military training,
warming their old cold beds.
Save your charitable cause of lauding the warriors and
the body bags, and save your tears too, they frighten the
spirits, blind them with your waving flags, devour them with
your open enthusiasm for the new recruits who bought into the fable,
the fantasy that might rival the old St. Patrick's big bells.
You may serve them with cups and cakes,
bringing divinity to your noble cause, seldom think of
war a place of heroism, of fancy, as long as it's far apart.
You appear and speak only on stage,
profiting from war's rage.
Sons and Daughters
Over there
Sons and Daughters
Dying there
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our
Sons and Daughters
The loaf is stretched, a wretched game,
need is the arbiter of taste
as pride takes on another meaning,
duty is the call that summons,
love and hunger both the same.
Hope directed to the cause,
troops in uniform are marching,
those left behind forever searching
for reports of dead and wounded,
bitter tears and strained applause.
Hunger troubles starving children,
and the hearts of those who've worried,
servicemen and sweethearts, wives
and mothers with good feelings buried,
lives on hold, a crushing burden.
Spring appears and goes unnoticed,
the crocus unappreciated,
flocks of starlings block the sun,
black as the barrel of a gun,
and still the troops are marching.
The sea is grey with gulls and smoke,
waves broken like the battered land,
sounds of conflict rise unceasing,
troops advancing and retreating,
marching, marching, 'til the bitter end.
INFANTRY
At alert all day,
Waiting for the Marshal's orders,
To move into position against the foes,
Disintegrating into companies,
To launch their campaign.
Day and night on the battlefield,
Bullets raining the sky,
Reinforcements and air supports engaged,
Soldiers left hoping to come back alive,
But many died on the battleground,
And others injured,
Sacrificing their lives at the altar of victory.
As a sniper,
I said to a fellow soldier
''God gave me a special gift,
Made of fine instrument of warfare,
If He was to put me and my sniper riffle,
Anywhere up to and including a mile,
A mile to the arch enemy,
With a clear view of sight,
Pack your bags young men,
War is over''.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019,JAN 29 {whatsapp 07061816037}
your my hero everyday
all the troops in iraq
protecting our country
and providing for our future
you men and women give
your lives for us and i thank
you for that so ill make a promise
to you men and women i will join
the army and help protect our country
our future and our kids even if
i have to die i rather die then be old
i want to be a hero with you brave
men and women that
is why you people are my hero's
My Mighty Qaghan of Valor and Strength,
Listen to Me, your 'Captain-General' at length,
The Poet who leads you through your Eurasian way,
Till our flag of the Eurasian Empire dawns the day!
March with freedom within you,
Zealously protect, your dreams come true,
Inspire with zeal and works of love,
Stay calm and learn from the victory of the dove,
It seems strange that dove doth chose,
But trust Me, you Captain-General will never loose,
Be it a battle or a debate!
But Patiently, O’Patiently you must wait,
Till we rise as God will summon,
Us to Conquer this Liberal-World Da’mon,
To put to shame China the wicked,
Punish it for its works doth crocked!
That winds do blow and rough seas toss’t,
Eurasia shall take form at all and any cost,
Struggles shall come, pragmatic we must be,
Give up not hope, through those struggles shall light we see,
All shall be Jealous, and Jealousy runs deep,
For you O’Mighty Empire of Mine shall weep,
But fear not, your God is with us,
Victory shall we have, Victory in-surplus!
That Old Eastern Wolf lay a’wound,
Harassed by foxes that lie within,
Small bites and bites from dearth of thought!
Ripe for the taking, taking a lot!
Do not spare them O’Mighty Troops,
For they have killed all old and new,
Then cry foul, as they know not how’l,
Such Tragedy struck, Hypocrites prowl!!
Join hands with Indus and all below,
Taiwan and Filipino!
Malaysia and Singapore!
Your motto be, 'CPC-Gong Fe, Wu-Mao No More!'
Rise O’Mighty Qaghan of Eurasian Troops,
Follow your Captain-General, stand a’groups!
Fight with freedom and for freedom,
Bring down that insidious eastern Qing-dom!
All will talk, and talk they will,
Threaten to war, the dream to kill,
But we shall stand and stand a’fort,
Cling to Crucem and nothing shall rock our boat!
O’Mighty Qaghan of Eurasian Troops!!
When it’s time for me to go into the ground
I don’t want you to make a weeping sound
I have lived my life alive and free
Protecting this land, our country
If you could grant me this last request
I will happily lay at rest
There were many men before me
That gave their life for this country
I am with them now don’t you know
The troops are reunited in heavens glow
They have welcomed me with open arms
Men from the city and men from the farms
To my family I wish you well
Please do not dwell
This is my path that I must travel
I don’t want you to unravel
Raise our children the best you can
I will be waiting for you with open hands
So go to sleep now and do not cry
I already heard you say goodbye
I know you will miss me now and then
I will check on you to see how you’ve been
God protects us till it’s time to say goodbye
Because of his troops in the sky
Duane A. LaChance Sr. – 2012
Stationed overseas; their families left alone
Uniformed impeccably; their braveness now condoned
People often forget the sacrifice our soldiers have given to this war
Proudly serving our country, believing it was cause worth fighting for
Ordered to a far away land; his life is on the line
Rationalizing a theory; that has now become non-benign
Terrorism forgotten and what they brought upon our land
Observing the lack of appreciation as they put their lives in each others hands
Unsuccessfully keeping the loyalty of this Great Nation all abroad
Representation of some Americans, now simply seems a façade
Treason is an attribute that we as Americans should surely shun
Reasoning with terrorist was once a taboo; never to be done
Once again our soldiers fighting to keep it Army Strong
Only if non-supporters could see what the supporters have seen all along
Patriotic with perseverance; a soldier will never quit
Supporting our American soldier is a creed we should never forget
© Stacy Lynn Stiles