War June Poems

I’m just an old man in a blazer
Here to try and tell the truth
About that longest longest day 
That brought an  end to my...

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June nineteenth one hundred and fifty years ago

Juneteenth hint: three hundred
and sixty six days
after eighteen sixty four.

Major General Gordon Granger
led the Union Soldiers to Galveston,...

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God blast this prairie dust.
Screw the regulations.
Another forty miles on beans and hay
And I ain’t seen no injuns.
Raw edged and saddle sore
From tracking that heathen,...

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D-Day the 6th of June
     by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2019
It has gone down in history, that grey and cold...

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Midway twenty twenty, 
we are keeping a fair distance,
We somehow went back to nineteen eighteen
on paper-boat with supersonic speed,
A virus showed again up 
From Northern...

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You bloomed earlier just to annoy me, 
You started fighting even when I was kid, 
Your words showered like pots and pans, 
Albeit you are...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching...

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JUNE 1944

they kissed with dreams of peace in clover - for him fulfilled in Norman field

Monoku - Cliche: All’s fair in love and war...

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Seventy Three years ago today,
The war in Europe turned our way.
Through the waves, they came in waves
Through the waves, young strong Braves.
Across the beaches, under...

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D-Day June 6, 1944

And in the coming carnage there arose
prayers of humbled heroes - frightened pose
beseeching all the gods that turned blind eye
for death is...

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the old men, now totter on aged cane
think and remember, when were boys, again

now lips shake from the memories
of the percussive shock waves hit

and grizzly...

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(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of...

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Glorious Hot Summer Days,
Where the only relief come from the onslaught of rain. 
The rapid release of air,
 followed by the high impact of colorful...

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I was a mere lad of fourteen way back in June of nineteen forty-four.
I recall so well the Sixth of June when brave men stormed...

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I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back...

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