Long Aftermath Poems
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I never fought in Vietnam…my parents never had to worry…to fear…to morn…for the simple reason my draft number was connected to the day that I was born.
I sat watching draft numbers being picked…wondering what I was going to do until my birthday draft number was finally called and I was 322.
As luck would have it I had a friend whose birthday was number 4….So I went off to college…while he went off to war.
A war that had been raging for 9 years…causing pain and grief and tears…
Sadly, the anguish and the agony of that war would rage on for 10 more years.
The soldiers who went off to fight…young men and women side by side…like any soldier in any war…they served, they fought…some died.
Over 58.000 young men and women died in that war…a number both sad and profound…some of their bodies never made it home…to this day they’ve never been found.
But those who returned alive from that Vietnam…found their war was out of fashion…they did not receive their country’s glory…nor their countrymen’s compassion.
It was a war that divided our county…pitting Americans against each other…
In the streets, to protest a war, we fought with our own sisters…our own brothers.
Yesterday we stopped at a park near a downtown South Florida neighborhood…where, to our surprise, a replica of the Vietnam War Memorial stood.
The wall was erected to memorialize these soldiers…whose lives went un-completed…with the hope the lessons from that war would never be forgotten…or repeated…
In a solemn, sobering moment I was filled with sadness…tears began to fall as I ran my fingers across the name of my friend upon that wall.
How sad it was to gaze out on all those names…trying to ascertain…after watching what Americans did to Americans this week…if my friend and all his friends hadn’t died in vain.
Wondering in the aftermath of a week where we ignored old lessons…where old mistakes were, once again, repeated…how many more people will be hurt…how many more lives will never be completed.
Wondering if it’s possible, as I ran my fingers along that wall…if there will ever be a time when there’ll be no wars at all…
I believe it is possible, without war, for people to come together, to compromise, to help their hate and anger cease…I believe every language has a word for this…
I believe that word…is PEACE
inside of the line of fire
i recognize my mistakes
i wish that i would have corrected them earlier
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i find out what love truly is
my pink slip was written on a stone cracked slightly in the middle in solidified pepto bismol
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i seek the Lord for Prayer and Guidance
He tells me i must exit, deal, and learns from my scars of truth and revelation
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
outside the line of fire
the Lord can save your soul
of His Presence i will never tire
He AllWays Makes Me Whole
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
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Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
#You
You said I was childish, never serious , took things simple but what you left out was why I carried myself as such. Truth be told, thats what I resorted to after my aftermath of my being serious, being honest, giving my all
Maybe I have suffered so much pain that I chose not be pain in others life, maybe I have been betrayed so much that I chose to give my whole and unconditionally to others. Pain to love, betrayal to honesty. Not that I'm perfect but chose for myself a route that makes me sleep at peace every night.
This wall of enegry filled with laughter, smile and internal happiness, it's not a face but maybe I was fed with much love from a tender age, taught that humans were vessels to be filled with love, maybe that's why I give so much of it.
I said you not us, for in me some skepticism still lingers, for the human in you, I said my circle should match my aura, thus I wonder if you are capable, of being around me all the time, shedding love without asking questions.
Call me an illusion but I'm a cut from a different cloth, a piece that lives for here and now. They said life was a fleeting space, what is to life without giving your all? Pain and betrayal are part of the fleeting space, choosing to hang on to what have been, is robbing yourself a moment to cherish in your present, we are just not made the same. Takers take and givers give but then I'm just a giver.
I wanted to say us but then, the you' hasn't kicked in yet, maybe one day you would wake up and see through the curtains of life and see the worth and cherishing worth in every bit, without hesitation, maybe then I may say us. I say you for in you I see the spark, an ignite that my eyes and mind refuse to ignore, that as, I drip my ink in you
#Poetic_Ink
Those kids--some of us has those kids we praise and we thank God for that's the way we were raise.but then on the other hand some has those we cant stand.and then again on the other shoe are those kids that were born without a clue /.then we have to share a hug for those poor ones strung out on drugs,and i only think its fair to mention that group that just dont care,but regaurdless of what road they walk, we as parents must take some fault..
( cause we remember )
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playin marbles and hide -n- go seek .hanging out all night playin tag in the streets.mom would have to yell its time to come in ,and you hated to say good nite to all yours friends. but time has changed oh! how it did,and it really took a hold on this generations of kids. because they dont even abide by the rules,hell half of them wont even finish school. tryin to grow way before their time ,and most wont even reach their prime.but we lived our lives ,so let them live theirs, cause the more we pray the less they'll care...
( well )
we came up before this generation X , we were tought to have respect,and even though our kids are the aftermath .we stood up and walked a different path,but for these kids it's all about the name . and i geuss we must hold ouselves to blame.what i really trying to say ,is
that it's a little too late for sorrows..we might have laid the fondation of yesterday , but they are the biulders of tomorrow
Everyday I'm glad to greet
The yummy and special treat
I am so lucky to find
It is still blowing my mind
How lucky my big day was
When my heart made quite a fuss
Wanting you by me forever
I can't believe I took the plunge
With a deep and final lunge
Into the pool of your sweet love
Something inside made me shove
My heart out of it's hiding place
Trying to forget the trace
Of despair others have caused
Making it crawl up and pause
Taking a break for a while
It never liked any style
Of lovers that crossed my path
And pain left in the aftermath
Until it took a little peek
And started to slowly leak
Love that dripped out inch by inch
Not even making a flinch
Of worry that this would end
With heartache and pain again
Soon my heart was full of joy
Since it let a loving boy
In with no regrets at all
Secure and happy--no more wall
Around it to keep this love out
Knowing what real loves about
Listen, dear daughter, with heart and soul,
For the wisdom I impart, is a guiding role.
Love begins with loving God, and loving yourself too,
For self-love is the foundation, on which all else is built anew.
Believe me, you're special, a gem so rare,
Don't lose yourself, in the noise, and the glare.
Don't be a doormat, that anyone can tread,
Respect yourself, and your worth, will be forever wed.
When you look in the mirror, don't be ashamed,
Of the person you see, with a heart that's not tamed.
Don't let beauty's lure, lead you down a dark path,
For dignity matters most, in life's every aftermath.
The body is demanding, with needs and desires so strong,
But self-control is key, to a life that's lived all day long.
Be mindful of what you put in, for it's a choice you make,
Don't be a wild fruit, that's plucked, and consumed, without a sake.
Don't be like a public place, where anyone can roam,
And leave you messy, without a thought, or a home.
If you need something, work for it, don't expect it free,
For nothing's given, without effort, and a willingness to be.
Be an example, of a good child, with values so bright,
Be good, and kind, and gentle, with a heart that's full of light.
Don't be vindictive, or divisive, with a spirit so cold,
For forgiveness starts, with forgiving yourself, and letting go.
Nobody can love you, if you don't love yourself first,
So be humble, and cool, with a heart that's not cursed.
Talk less, and listen more, for understanding is key,
To unlocking the secrets, of a life that's lived wild and free.
Be careful of whom you give your heart,
For love can't be bought, and a heart that's sold, will never be a work of art.
A woman who fears God, is a woman of worth,
Clothed in good character, and respect, from the inside out, on this earth.
Don't love money, but rather, like it with moderation,
For the love of wealth, is the root, of all temptation.
Be a woman of substance, with a heart that's pure and kind,
And you'll shine like a star, in the darkness, you'll be a light to find.
Dear manipulative muse,
I have watched you calligraph your craftsmanship into oblivion.
I must say, your concoction is a wild enterprise,
Dreaming in the darkness, you have sketched me an aura of rose
From an oasis that sings a broken lullaby,
Playing chemistry with macabre metaphors.
Such a shame…
Did the bittersweet sun in your sky teach you only black and white?
Must a woman almost always be the mosaic mind?
Spare me the brain-blistering sad songs on the 1900 radio.
Now witness! Observe!
See what it means to be the dawn of pain in familiar torment,
Time stolen and a heart far beyond broken,
Dust lost beneath the hidden October embers.
Why wait for a volatile vortex?
When your indigo moonstone stirs up like a furious faucet,
Impatiently waiting to explode into the aftermath of a war?
Are you done keeping score?
Or does your pride need to see how I can walk out that door?
You are barely a quest,
You pathetic flamingo!
So get your head out of my backyard
And bury it in a forgotten graveyard.
Ah, let us speak not of painted skies but of the words
The words that flow like rivers from your soul
Each syllable carved from the marrow of your being
Each phrase a pulse of life, a heartbeat
A rhythm that dances upon the earth and echoes in heaven.
O poet, who knows the dark corners of the human spirit
Who walks with shadows, hand in hand,
Yet still brings light through the weight of your lines
You who feel the sting of solitude
But find solace in the wild freedom of verse —
In the sweep of wind across an open field,
In the quiet hum of the night when all else sleeps.
I hear you now, your unspoken song,
Your meaning hidden between the lines,
In the space between words, in the breath before sound.
You tried to show us, didn’t you?
That madness and brilliance are but two sides of the same page,
That love can exist even when no one knows its name,
That truth, fierce and untamed,
Resides not in the minds of men, but in the poet’s heart.
You bled for us, and still, we did not understand.
We did not listen, but now, now, perhaps we hear the faint
echo of your truth.
O poet, your words were flames,
Burning through the haze of this world’s confusion,
Each line a beacon to those lost in the fog,
Each stanza a hand reaching out—
And yet, they turned away, did they not?
They could not see what you saw, could not feel what you felt.
But you wrote on,
Through the pain, through the silence,
Through the nights when hope seemed a distant memory.
You poured yourself into every letter,
Gave your soul to the ink that traced your deepest longings,
And still, they did not listen.
But I—I hear you now.
For you knew, O poet,
That the world is not kind to those who dream,
That the weight of existence falls heaviest on those who dare to speak
the truth.
But you spoke it anyway,
Letting your words fly free, like birds on the wind,
Even as they circled back to you, unheard, unheeded.
And when the world’s silence grew too loud,
You let your voice fade with it,
Leaving behind only the echoes of a soul too pure for this place.
But we, we stand in the aftermath,
Your words still etched into the fabric of time,
Lingering in the spaces we never thought to look.
I REMOVED THIS LAST STANZA BECAUSE MY POEM WAS TOO LONG
Razored shards
Sharp metal gleam white covered in silvery chrome
hard long mean a razor blade brilliant and keen
Reflexive in thought slashing through fresh
It flashes a brilliant spark,
tracing arcs through the nightmares air
A twist of flash, digging of marrow
blade slides home
divides the meat from the bone
bring the crimson to heat
A razor reflects in seconds of fate an image flash feeling the aftermath
A Great refraction
Recollection is a collection of desolate images
strewn across lost boulevards,
as homes burn
discarded cars churn
the blade is cold hard long razored Keen
Reaction retraction of sight
the nano fire tracks the hard light
glancing off chrome brilliant, a spark
the division of flesh pouring
of crimson heat awash all in red
Razored shards of sharp metal
sliver gleam covered in bright chrome keen