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Colonel loomed large with his lieutenant
solid chunk of life kisses death intimately
blue aura of woody smoke rise
flashing across mental screens wise
Solid chunk of life kisses death intimately
an instant adjusting lens and memory
flashing across mental screens wise
meeting with Ministers of State dies
An instant adjusting lens and memory
arriving long before appointed time
meeting with Ministers of State dies
waiting equals patience eating pies
The catching up began steady
tiny portals of Light descended
beams directed heavy bags ready
cigarettes and gaffes lit discomfort
Tiny portals of Light descended
blue aura of woody smoke rise
cigarettes and gaffes lit discomfort
Colonel loomed large with his lieutenant
Her tears lost to rain ...
Dorothea stood in the cold mist,
her habit soaked through, though she cared not.
The gray markers spread out before her like stone soldiers at attention,
as if she were a commander of the dead ...
'No', he would have corrected, 'You are my gift from God' -
her soldier, as cold as stone, now long dead,
deep in the frozen earth at her feet.
She ached for his touch ...
it had been twenty-two years since he'd left for the war -
since he'd been killed protecting his platoon,
yet the wound was as raw as ever,
and the longing for his smile burned a hole in her deepest being.
God was the only thing that made it bearable,
and that devotion was for his sake alone, not hers -
not the children she tended to at the abbey,
not the twisted-limbed gentlemen at the veteran's center,
not the numberless parishioners she had comforted over the years,
not the long lines of homeless at the shelter,
not even the family members she loved and missed back home,
but his ... and his alone.
She read the gravestone aloud,
as she had done so many times before:
"Lieutenant Theodore James Crowley, Jr"
Theodore ... Gift From God, she thought to herself ...
Though she hadn't known it then, it was what her name meant, too ...
almost as if it had been planned, somehow ...
as if it was ordained by the heavens ...
almost as if God had created them ... for each other.
Which, of course ... He had.
N/A'd May 27, 2020, 4:05 AM
In the "Nun" Poetry Contest
N/A'd June 5, 2020, 11:24 PM
In the "Select 5, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "N/A Re-Run 7" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the damn ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.
It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh pot be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.
In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
“And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet ass time
For USS Bonhomme Richard (LHD6)
We Have Not Yet Begun..........
Some experiences leave words
inadequate to describe them
Like standing on the flight deck
of the USS Bonhomme Richard
Witnessing at sunset
the lowering of the colors
feeling the reverence and respect
shown as the flag flutters to rest
The solemn escort of the flag
that demonstrates devotion
to high ideals and freedom
Here on a ship with a name, deeply
steeped in history I am told the
motto, "I have not yet begun to fight"
Proud words that rang out long ago
from John Paul Jones
And so tradition carries on-
in the awesome technology deployed
in the constant fight against tyranny
During this tour I have learned
a whole new language
Important messages like
"Don't give up the ship"
and how the resolve of these words
shone from the eyes of every crew member.
The feeling of team-ship was strong
among them- yet I felt
as I stood at the side of a
certain Lieutenant Colonel
on that flight deck, that I
was in the presence of an American hero.
I will long remember
my visit to the USS Bonhomme Richard
In the little booklet I was given
it stated many facts and figures;
snippets of information of a
mind-boggling nature-
but the smiles and conversation
the crew were so willing to give
will live -in my heart forever.
I will be thinking of them
"Launching into the abyss,"
attending to commands- like
"Darken ship" and I will bless them always
for their roles in defending
our Freedoms
"WE.... have not yet begun....
to thank you for your fight
Dear men and women
of the USS Bonhomme Richard."
Suzanne Delaney
When we sat at the picnic table for the first time,
it was a world of our own, without notice to activity around
Hours of talking, connecting, starting our mission
The sun couldn't shine brighter in the sky above us
The relief felt like the calm water in the lake nearby
So many connections with so much understanding
Most of all, we both had the same drive for justice
What were the odds we would meet after thirty years?
Back then, we were in the same place without knowing it
Here we were in the same place together now,
Truly remarkable from persistence in my pursuit for so long
We worked hard, we tried, we knew truth and believed
Then later, he went missing while I couldn't reach him daily
People thought I was over-reacting, I may not see him again
Then came the day, I heard the devastating news
He is dead, killed in a mission to help me and himself
He never reached retirement as a Lieutenant homicide detective
He deserved so much ahead of him and it was all gone!
The man who gave me more than anyone in my life...
Don't ask me why these endless memories ripple in my mind,
so many times through all of these years
When I see him again in heaven, I know what he will say...
- I saw it all -
Heidi Sands
6/2/26
(C)opyright
So Proud of You Bella
By Franklin Price
10/27/2016
So proud of you Bella
AKA Lieutenant Kemp
You've grown to quite woman
In the Air Force, not a wimp
Still excelling as you do
With more effort than appears
In the top of all your classes
You are wise beyond your years
Always there to lend a hand
A rock for every friend
They know you've always got their backs
On you they may depend
Learn a lesson from yourself
Real friends should be the same
You may depend when you need them
Part of the friendship game
Wrote this to remind you
That though we're Gram and Pop
We're always friends here for you
And that will never stop
attractive available anguished armadillo
babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow
Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway
dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesday
eagle’s eager echoes edged eastward to eavesdrop
farsighted French fantasy fascinated a frenzied fop
Gaudy gauzy goose gathered green gingham in a glut
Handkerchief Hannah hid hairy harpoons in her high hut
Identical illusions ignored illustrious images on an iced cake
Jackal and jaguar jaywalked on Jersey Jet nicknamed Jake
Kindly kettledrum kangaroo captured Kansas kiwi and a kitten
Laryngitis Larry liberated long legged Lieutenant Litten
Macabre macaroni moved a muggy machete in the mail
Nomadic Neanderthal noticed nest hanging from nude nail
Old-fashioned omelet overbaked her overgrown tomatoes
Persnickety panda piled on plenty of posh potatoes
Quagmire’s quahog quizzed a questionable quake
Raccoon and rabbit wrestled a rattlesnake with a radish rake
Saber-toothed Sally sanctified Sudan’s soldiers with a salute
Tabernacle tabby tom tap danced with flute, violin and lute
Unskilled underwater sub was unstable and unreliable
Victory for vivacious Vivian, virtuous and viable
whimsical whales wished to be included in a Washington poem
'xact xerox of x-mas trees ‘xcited ‘xtra long xylophone
yen yielded yellow yaks which Yvonne used on bone
zealous zany zebu’s zipcode zinged into a new zesty zone
Army officer.
His name was Jones, was not Welsh
perhaps his grandfather was
He spoke a peculiar upper-class English
sounded like a monologue directed
at people with low intelligence.
Jones was depressed his career had stalled
usually, a lieutenant was in charge
of a platoon, but he had gotten the order
His wife had a lover he could not divorce her
since she came from a military family
and it would hinder his prospects.
The Argentinians had a machine gun nest
On top of a knoll, stopping them, they had
to take it out.
They had tried to go around but got under
the fire, he had lost two men, took a decision
ran up the hill with his light machine gun
straight at the enemy and cleared the nest.
When the rest of the platoon got up
Jones was dead, but the nest was clear.
Jones was now a hero mentioned in
the dispatches and stories were told
of the dashing officer sacrificing his life
for the war effort on the Falkland
Ps. His wife married her lover.
BRONX SOLDIER ( this is a true story )
He was a soldier - Bronx born and raised and learned the streets at an early age .helping other people where ever he went- knowing about sacrifices and what it meant .
Sharing lunches with the homeless on the streets and speaking with the cops on their beat .
He volunteer for the draft and to Vietnam he went. He became a combat veteran who learned the ropes , teaching recruits and giving them hope .
They had a hill that they had to take , if the V.C. got it it would be too late .
They took the hill as the enemy came and cut off their supply train .
With their ammunition running low " the lieutenant screamed we've got to go " .
He was wounded in the battle that ensued and told his men to leave down the other side as he loaded up the machine gun and started to fire and was killed saving his men .
His name is on the Vietnam wall - for he did his duty and answered the call .
( this is in his honor and I won't forget )
(C) poetlou 031125
'Twas an emotional movie portraying the saga of a loveable chump.
'Twas about a hapless lad by the curious name of Forrest Gump!
He overcame handicaps that from birth were to be his plight,
And it seemed that everything he did, eventually turned out right!
He acted bravely when he saved the life of Lieutenant Dan.
From that point, a lifetime of devotion and friendship began!
Naive though he was, somehow Forrest always achieved,
Notable, of course, was the Medal of Honor he received!
Alas, he was wounded in a somewhat delicate place!
But he accepted this and other reverses with amazing grace!
When Forrest became wealthy from his shrimp boat enterprise,
He gave Bubba's Momma a generous check, much to her surprise!
His life turned out pretty well, after all was said and done.
He married his first love, Jenny, who gave him a little son!
He'd heard an axiom his Momma taught since he lay in a bassinette:
"Life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you'll get!"
Gump's role was handled masterfully by Tom Hanks of movie fame,
And it heaped upon his brow well-deserved honors and acclaim!
Mister Hanks will be long remembered for his remarkable role,
And the attributes of the indomitable American spirit it did extol!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Amy Green's "Choose One - Have Fun" Contest - July 2010