Ft Poems - Poems about Ft

Ft Leonard Wood Mo.1961 Combat Engineers Miracle Man 10/18/2024 Most days we awoke feeling quite asinine, choice wasn’t to get up or remain supine. The bugle was telling us rise and shine, fall in formation “cruits” and ditch the whine. After a five mile hike you’ll be feeling fine, with their way of thinking we wouldn’t align. Our canteens contained water tasting like brine, with spit...

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When I was six-years-young The attack of the fifty-foot woman was born. I saw the signs, of course, but could not imagine Why anyone would be afraid of a fifty-foot woman having no concept of how women behave sometimes. I do not believe I saw the movie until I was twelve. It was terrifying and terrorizing, and I was terrified. The woman...

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I Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt BY choice, folk in small spaces Hide from Civilization, national mandates On Environmental Courtesies and Policies But these birds survive and thrive While feces flow from poor piping and bad human habits Making shacks (for income) in backyards In Sunny South Africa, developed nation Once basking in respect, Mandela's reputation II In cool...

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Waves crashing Against the shore Hear the power Hear the roar Wind blowing Birds take flight Stars twinkle in the dead of night Feel the sand Beneath your toes Enter a reality No one else knows Waves crashing Against the shore Can you feel the power? Can you hear the roar?...

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"The Strange Case of F.T." They say the dead don’t talk the stories I have calculated to deliver a saving grace confessional shared amongst my equal peers, or so I deem you somewhat sometimes seem, less than me, you ardent followers scholars, world leaders, all manner of dignitaries and my most devoted, the high brow pious popes and all manner of...

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Taint/ There was a time when I felt like wealth all I needed under my belt, like why the f*** do I care, look at this Gucci I wear, like a movie directed by Luci, I’ve become less a begger and more choosy, the center of my own world, and I unfurled, all the time I...

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Rare hidden gem in Florida Home to Thomas Edison, Harvey Firestone; Henry Ford America hidden blessing Golden history landmark Royal Palm Hotel Where the rich and famous relax Palm trees sway proudly on Edison Ave Caloosahatchee River Where you can go to escape the world Cry your blues away City where the tropical savanna at its finest Enjoy the ocean facing gulf of Mexico Ride...

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"The Thinker - FORT WORTH ZOO July 1980" What's on your mind? You scratch your head and stare, as if perhaps you've known me all along; and in your eyes, yes, I can see it there, a silent thought, that something must be wrong-- behind your glass--spotlighted for the world to have and hold, a precious memory of you; your eyes so...

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Light fades from their eyes As flames light up the skies Heavy smoke clung they could not breathe As the fire took trees grass and seeds Embers burned and fell like volcano ash Raining down on top of the city streets Daylight became like the darkness of night All became smoky and hidden from sight It crackled, it sizzled it burned a wall of...

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I See the phone towers with the lights- Glowing lights! What a world of mischief and sorrow their pattern foretells! How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle In the icy air of night! While the clouds that are gray And so boring, seem to snicker As they watch over the street known as Gay; Keeping time, time, time, In...

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It was that of a ride. That of a lady by the side to which caught the eye. That of her toes that was red to the color. As she was the most beautiful on the ride. Her hair long and wavy as her smile lights the room. Her body was that of an young vulpine as I experience it...

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Ft. Nicholas I was living just outside of Fort Nicholas one of the very strong holds of hell they built it high on a mountain even higher than I can tell but I don't think it was high enough to escape the rancid smell of the blood that filled the valleys from those who tripped and fell so I climbed up on the rooftops and...

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It's another universe out there: a snow-scape of valleys and hills with a marshmallow floor you could almost jog on, as solid-seeming as the world we've just left. Drifting, drifting, like a snowflake, slow-motion in a space where there is no time, no missing element in the free fall in which you find souls in transition who must...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith— So says the frontier adage that’s truest And confirms the last Old West myth. Wild Bill Hickok had him a dead man’s hand— They found John Ringo ‘neath a tree. Billy the Kid was shot where he did stand— They never found Butch Cassidy. Jesse was shot...

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