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You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Zipped up in a in a bag
They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day
they took me prisoner cause I looked different
I told them let me be for I was born here
my hands were tied and they laugh at me
why do you detain me I did nothing wrong
alone and battered in a cell no telephone
my wife alone with child calling relatives
asking if they have heard from me
while I was transported to make shift prison
they kept asking what country I was from
They said I was here illegally so I was sent
to south America and I did not know Spanish
lost and scared I walk toward a house
They looked at me with pity in their eyes
I asked if they spoke english and a young boy
answered and asked why I looked so lost
I asked if they had a phone the boy said yes
after some time my call got through
I heard my wife voice and began to cry
my family arranged my travel home
upon arriving my wife and friends were there
I took my passport and marine discharge
papers to immigration office to prove I was an
American citizen and requested reimbursement
for all my expenses (5,000) and lawyer fees
Take your complain to ICE they made the
mistake not us
Two roads diverged- my late teen years;
I wasn't meant to travel both.
Alone I stood, eyes filled with tears
and looked down first, with hopes, yet fears-
not knowing which would lead to growth.
Looked down the second; in my view,
which did seem better in a way-
much more a sunny path- seemed true.
I thought again- which way would do
to fill my dreams where purpose lay.
Road, leading left, with courses, lined;
the prize was my college degree.
Road, leading right- much on my mind,
a better match I could not find-
handsome Marine in love with me!
I tell you this, with a sweet sigh-
down that on right, I quickly ran!
My love for him- could not deny!
To parents, dear, I said goodbye.
Sixty years plus- still love that man!
riding the waves and forgetting
erasing the thought of time from my mind
becoming one with nothingness and it delight
God is here wading in the water with me
riding the waves and forgetting
being taught that i am not the only one
becoming even more schooled of the many facets of relaxation
God is here wading in the water with me
riding the waves and forgetting
looking forward to forward looking
becoming content with the clear definition of Me
God is here wading in the water with me
riding the waves and forgetting
finding the true meaning of blissful serenity
uncovering the secret to the marine vibrations of divinity
God is here wading in the water with me
riding the waves and forgetting
clearing my head of any dark, dreary thoughts
removing the blanket that i allowed to blockade my every view for way too long
God is here....wading in the water with me....
Is it still life? Her Quest for Identity.
Tis' stilled life
This still life
Distilled wife
Still - That's life
Mime wife.
"Playing dumb while acting the role."
The unspoken influence of mothers on their daughters.
My mother in her work environment, and my mother at home were two completely "different" personalities. At work, I saw her happy and bubbly, extrovert, chatty, friends with many.
At home she was subdued, walked on eggshells, kept us quiet while my father was at home. I understood: better to keep quiet, than be beaten. I'm breaking my silence, not hers. :))
Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.
Pearl Of The Orient
Phillipines !
Pearl of the Orient seas.
Nick name used for centuries
to evoke the allure of Phillipines.
Pearl symbolising
country's Natural charm and pride.
Tourism oriented
Archeological state with more
than seven thousands
islands of which.
five thousands still unnamed
yet attaining fame,
attracting tourists on gorgeous welcome.
Enticing venture to energetic capital Manila.
Natural scenic beauty embellishing islands.
Lush landscape adorned by
stunning coastline ! Superfine.
Access of sapphire blue water
and argentine shine on beach.
Verdant tropical rainforest enriching the land.
Luxuriant brilliant vibrant
Rich biodiversity.
Marine life in abundance.
Gracious Glorious traditional heritage.
Blending own native lifestyles
associated with United States, Europe
and especially Spain,
exhibiting unique Phillipines Culture.
Large volume of Text Messages honoured
it with another Nick Name ' Text Capital of World.'
Specific car Jeepney resembling Jeep
is more than a means of public transportation
but representing
rescillence and ingenuity of Nation.
our heroes are conflicted
hanging cross-wise
riddled with choices
pock-marks on their skin
topographically hardened by
the spirit of humanity
from the instinctual urge to merge
with all its urgent need, the feast of senses,
those vital moments in the grace of salt-sweat
the sticky sand in her bathing suit
fingered open by an eager bull-dog marine
on her beach of girlish dreams, he'd
leave her there to shiver in anguish
bloody with catholic guilt
while the child she was, lay dying
she sacrificed herself
probing her wounds over 'n over
for some strength in the sore points
she couldn't avoid the larger mission
by going into caves of martyrdom
to float away on some dark ship of no return
she didn't understand social expectations
so became wrought by burden
and a loss for words
she'd refrain from back-room surgery
not knowing the cold-cut of stainless steel
nor redemption from her mothers religion
her blood retreated in shame
the lock was on the door
so she bore me in the secret fear she couldn't bear anymore
Chopin Keys
Tender finger touch
As deep feeling presses them
His pain springs to mind.
Aqua Marine
(First poem posted here on Poetry Soup, 2015)
Afterthought....
"For Those Who Cannot Hear"
From the album "Wings" by composer Michel Colombier.
Lyrics by Paul Williams.
Those who cannot hear
Pardon me, I've made a song for you
I've painted each day
Each sunrise in harmony
Those who cannot hear
Pardon me
Inspired me to write this poem
Pardon me, please
for being blind
to words I heard
yet could not see -
Blind spots
blindsided me
Music plays on hidden keys
heard and seen -
Forgive me, please.
Aqua Marine.
24/12/24.
Disappointment
Somewhere out there among the sea gulls and marine critters
Is where some of us want to be with little else than peace and love
Not always being sure exactly where long as we’re afloat on a sturdy boat
Like stories that are read in good books- although some never get read
With the barely visible mountains of sight way behind them in the distance
And the clouds of sense hovering above, as they attempt to hide the bright sun
Along with the blue sky, which is some time paler than it seems at other times
The sea roars as the waves of emotion flow and peacefully break on the sands
Of time
We glance further out and wonder what is out there, beyond our view
And sometimes ask ourselves why here and not somewhere out there
Where there is not only peace and freedom but also happiness-some of the
Things that we deserve
Tomorrow always comes and it’s never late like fire relief
But what does it bring other than stress and disappointment?
Perhaps sometimes love and occasionally relief of some kind
But seldom new chapters in life that include changes- It has been said
“There are many fish in the sea”, but I have yet to catch one.
Useless
Keeping what I have inside to hide my true self for others to benefit without throwing a fit 'cause I'm useless and getting sick of it....
useless is a new feeling like an empty thought revealing to people that
I am less then them to make them feel good about themselves...
high on their pedestal like trophies on shelves earned by greatness
I don't even have a medal...though I'd settle for pats on the shoulder...Or smart ass commendings...
but I am useless...my pen feels my pain...but i remain my strong witted ordain....
sleep the same and stay a sucker in the life game...
i am useless like a marine without a gun...nothing to show for my gain...
closer to my own head fame....RUN!...
I wear my war face outside to hide my battling pain inside....
bite my tongue and take the strikes of a tongue lashing being insulted
destroying my strive driven pride...intelligence...I seem not to possess my heart is filled with stress hanging my head in shame
wearing a hood to hide my face for I am useless...and I'm to blame cause I let it happen...I am useless and show that I cannot be counted on...but I struggle strong and will 'til my life is gone...invisible gun..BANG....my head can no longer hang...dang...what am I to do now...it's a damn shame...but I am to blame...I am useless like a gun without a soldier...as I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst.....useless like liverwurst...like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...but I am content at being useless...like steak to someone with no teeth...eyes open to disbelief...for a brief second...listen to me when I am useless
By: Peter T DeSpirito