Soldier Bio Poems

A tumour abated alters and waits.
Pathway incised, a new one it makes.
Spreading and forming, roots growing down.
The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound.

Battle exhausted, the...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and...

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Captain America . . .  a superhero created by
      cartoonist Joe Simon and Jack Kirby
   ...

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Long ago sister I prayed for you
You listened through drug haze

Deaf ears blind eyes shamed
By past regrets you ignored my prayers

Lifeless you are close to...

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Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like...

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Duncan Hines

Long before homemade peach clobber
Just after apple pie and before fruit bowl in melon rind
Restaurateur  Duncan Hines 
Birth in 1880
His dad a confederate...

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Moved to Nene house thought it was a nice place
At first it all seemed kind of great
Got along with people 
Turns out they were snakes...

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I remember that Sunday night 
When I got the call from my Mom
She called to let us know
My brother was wounded in Vietnam
I went to...

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Apologies are due
Apologies are due
yet I am not the one to say them
Apologies are due but
but I am not the one
not today to give them
Fir...

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When I was just a wee young thing 
I was taught life's lesson well    
Ere instead of childhood revelry 
mine would be...

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A Cognitive Dissonance

We love the blossoms beauty 
We ask only for the beauty to grow.
Yet we war and destroy the blossoms
More surely than the snow.

We...

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The other day at work a friend
had asked if i knew you,
I  just smiled and closed me eyes and said
"yes. of course I do"

I...

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He never understands the world though societies eyes,
the pain inside more than he can bear anymore,
just one more broken soldier,
never even seen combat yet, 
yet...

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There are too many windows opened
Reserved for a thousand tables
Where there is a band
Playing a requiem full of fables;
 
The soldier is dead:
Killed in the...

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The last forenoon 

It was Sunday I was sitting peacefully at my desk
when an interior storm burst knocked off me off  my chair
I witnessed...

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