Long Claymore Poems

Memories of a Green Beret

“Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When...

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I awoke this morning
To a brand new day
The sun was shining
Neighbourhood children played
 
Then i heard on the news
That made my hair stand on end
The Reapers elves
To our world they descend
 
Dressed in black
These creatures...

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Here I stand
with my Claymore, Agony
strapped to my back
and metaphysical forearm spikes
running up my arms,
     slanting towards my elbows.
Winds howl around me
    filled with knives of rhetoric
tearing at...

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I have long loved sailing ships, and stories and movies about them. I have even spent a few months designing and making a couple of models to erect inside bottles. Fascinated with the subject, I...

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In a kingdom called Torridon
On Scotland's west coast
Resides a warrior called Semaj
A Dragon slayer of boast

He has been called upon
To rid an ogre beast
For on his countrymen it does
Continually feast

On an outcrop of rock
Down in...

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On Attack: A Rainbow Six Siege Poem
By: Jacob Wallihan

Time to prepare
The drones are on the field
Rolling right towards 
The building called “Coastline”
Callouts for the position of the bomb
Not Kitchen
Not Bar
Not Billiards
It’s Penthouse
Spotted the enemies
2 Roamers
Caveira...

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Phasing between the
dick-numbing taste of
reality and a silly,
iron-wrought daydream
about porn stars smothered
in applesauce.

It takes a reliable method
to tame your oranges, and to
tuck them between your 
nodes, plugging their meaty
sockets with bundles of
succulent nerve has,
mellow brass...

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The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans
As we stand...

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River is vast water is cold
There are no wonderful castles by the shore to behold
But for child ten years old
Imagination runs wild dreaming of situated by the river city of gold

Yet there is something about...

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It started in Stirling, English blood was shed 
A hero was named, All around men lay dead 
The claymore was wielded against many a foe 
Ancient scores settled with every blow 

We marched south to...

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Troops confidently led to Ong Thanh Stream
United States Companies B and D.
Watched as air strikes troubled the VC team.
Later found seventeen killed enemy.

Silver Star presented to Welch that day.
Captain Nguyen Van Lam set up ambush.
First...

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I'm doing a little highland dancing 
and I've gone commando under my kilt
I lay down my claymore
Then dance around the hilt .
but I slipped and did the splits
Now I'm only slightly built .

Dah, Dah, ...

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Bullets bullets flying, hitting there targets from afar
Blood dripping from a bandage with looks of fear
Tiny tiny pellets within, exploding going through helmets
Snipers pinning down these hero's, to the ground

Liftoff choppers with red cross, yellow...

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The phantoms of Glen Affric call
from deep within the histosol,

where time and matter’s slow decay
of misty glen and ancient fray,

conceal Mackenzie ghosts in wait
with weapons drawn to greet their fate

of claymore blade; of Celtic cross,
to...

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Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens

His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands

Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn 
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned

Lowlanders,...

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Claymore broken and bloodied rests
Exposed atop anonymous stone
Beside it drapes its sentinel paled
In smashed crimson armor, defeated
Swordhand desperately reaching in vain
In stilled demise grasping at the heavy blade 

High in the distance tied his noble...

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I Am Not Somebody 
Holding up they head they drift write bye. 
No water droplets from the rain 
could evere slide in there. 
They look at everyone else to be nobody there. 
Have they ever...

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Faces seen

Sometimes in a different light,
I see another face not very nice,
Who really isn’t really surely me,
 A nasty Irishman, hate filled I see,
Who would free our Northern Ireland,

Other remembered face does dwell,
The face so...

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