Long Foxholes Poems

Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
   From out of the Valley of Mizpah 
to...

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A lot of acquaintances deemed me lucky, and I knew I was,
For I had a successful life, when all could have been chaos.

I had a wonderful job that I loved, making plenty of money,
And a...

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Hey Mr. President tell us don't we have the right
To question your authority when you send us off to fight?
Are we never to answer when we hear our brother's cry
And must we all be silent...

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Two young men in vietnam 
Sit in a foxhole one night
While chatting and talking about there families
and sharing pictures of each others wives

But along in the Dark distance
Came a bright and shimmering light
The light came...

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Gold is the color in the veins of that ore
and red is the color in the veins of war.
Bankers have bested alchemists of old
and found a way to turn blood into gold.

With a false flag...

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Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you,...

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Me you come in the dark hour of pain
When howling winds of strife
Threaten your own dear life
And your myriad tears fall as endless rain
To Me you come

You come with the promises of love renewed
Sacrifices of...

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HELLO MARIE, I SURE MISS YOU,
AND ALL THE TIMES WE HAD.
YOUR SWEET CARESS, YOUR HAIR AMESS,
AND IT SURE DOES MAKE ME SAD.
JUST THOUGHT I’D DROP A NOTE TO YOU,
AND HOPE YOU’RE DOING FINE.
AS FOR ME,...

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The Dragon Jar

What better place for fearsome beasts of fire
than airless thickets choked in green excesses
where weary soldiers stumble and aspire
for nothing more than living through the year?

Vast plantation harvests have all ended
death comes calling...

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While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another...

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I just learned (via email) 
  from a close paternal relative Pamela Noblitt
that my paternal grandfather (Aaron Harris), 
   when in his prime fit
as a fiddle served 
   in the...

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There aint any angels in foxholes,
Jock Grey once said to me.
He was looking at a different scene
Than what we could both then see.

Just tension and maybe boredom
And expectation among the boys,
Just waiting for the action,
Waiting...

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Estranged men caught in their remote dimensionLoving only that, which they can see and touchDigging foxholes to hide their fear of infinityThe concept has always been thereEternity within the hearts of men,yet they can neither...

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Can you imagine God that laughs?
Well I feel sure I can!
When “Christians” flock to Church in droves
Though sinful to a man.
A God who tolerates the gaffs
That we plunge in his side,
Though we may pray for...

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it'll break yours - to see an old man cry
lips shaking at the memories
legion hats and baseball caps
with buttons and pins and medals stuck

the soldier talks and tells a tale
those past events - didn't turn...

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Blessed be the LORD my strength, 
which teacheth my hands to war, 
and my fingers to fight:
Ps. 144:1


Thank you, LORD!
Thank you, LORD!

I want to thank you 
for teaching my hands 
to war against evil

Thank you,...

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A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of...

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The man like a phoenix rose from the smoke
And we with the audicity to hope looked up and heard
The strange cawing of the vulture white bird
Like a code unciphered, and yet the angst provoke
Of allies...

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In the shadows an enemy lurks, it’s where they hide.
While inside my foxholes, a Marine grunt, I abide.
A poncho line wrapped around my body that shivers;
Steeled nerves, impenetrable will, I refuse to quiver.

I wait soaking...

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When the larynx shifts
(a caviling bone) darts for cover,
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.

those damn people,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks.
Salty epithets march up and down his throat,
as...

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can we find peace 
under a pillow 
under the covers of 
a lonely lovers bed

in a field blown by the wind 
or in a back yard swimming pool
weighed down with lifeless feathers

or are we merely...

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When his stiff larynx shifts,
a caviling bone that darts for cover
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.

"Those dumb forks,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks."
Salty epithets
march up and down his...

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Saw some quilts constructed
In the Civil Wartime years,
One made by a soldier, 
Not as strange as it appears.

Cloth was cut from uniforms,
With both sides represented – 
Harmony in textiles
Way before some men repented.

Wonder what that...

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We honor our veterans and give them their due,
words can't express thanks for trials they went through.

Our young men complied trusting other men's orders,
relying on training to protect allied borders.

Missing most holidays and family events,
questioning...

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VETERANS ARE PEOPLE

I fought in the trenches of World War I
In the foxholes of World War II
I was in the Korean Conflict
And the rice paddies of Vietnam too

I've been to Afghanistan
Kuwait and Iraq
Spent long months...

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