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While unwilling to fight in Vietnam, there were thousands who fled to
Canada to avoid the draft.
While I was serving my country
in a different kind of way by working with streets gangs in the war zones of housing
projects in the city of Chicago;
And while I was just turning 19
and receiving a college deferment
from the draft, there was a teenager
with a dream of joining the military
and becoming a marine.
He was a youngster not yet fifteen.
He was determined to live out his dream.
I think not that he needed to let off steam.
Sometimes it's hard to tell what things mean.
His dilemma was the fact that he was only 14 years old
about to turn 15.* To remedy the situation, he decided to falsify his birth certificate. He managed to succeed in doing so, and after finishing his basic training, he was later sent off to the war in Vietnam.
He defended his country before being killed in June of 1969 at age 15. He became the youngest soldier to be (KIA) killed in action for his country. I discovered his story inadvertently while researching other subjects. Prior to a few days ago, I had never heard of him. Now, I shall not fail to honor him.
05262017 Contest, Mid October Standard, Strand *Dan Bullock, Wikipedia
We rarely do events at night
But dinner went ‘til after 9,
So new-found friends convinced us
To join in and we could not decline.
A trio played - most songs we knew -
And people boogied to the beat,
Yet even when our friends got up,
I watched them, comfy in my seat.
Until one song demanded that
I get my butt up off the chair
And, drawn by my new buddies,
Hit the dance floor, shy at being there.
But, caught up in the energy
And faces lit with pure delight,
I found forgotten moves I had
And let the rhythm lead me right.
A little dance floor on the ship
Provided the most perfect stage
To reach inside and free some joy
I’d hidden from a prior age.
8/12/16
It started out with our hands across the lands
For women and man
Later on, changed to wood, and stones
As well as tools made of bones
After a while it was gold
For the lucky, priviledged and old
It stilled grabbed hold
Of many souls
Because they wanted power and full control
Next came copper
Helping others progress and prosper
Deposits found above and below the water
As well as near or far from any poplars
Truth be told
It's disputed on which came first copper, silver or gold?
Let's go on to silver
It helped many pilfer
And was made into currency during Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
Then came lead
Helping others get ahead
Despite how many bled and wound up dead
Underneath skies that were occasionally red
After this was tin
Giving certain people the advantage so that they could win
As other planets and the Earth continued to spin
Now it was iron
That was acquired
Forged and made while using fire
And the same could be said prior
Doesn't matter if
Many metals came after this
The last one I will speak on for now is mercury
Still to this day all these metals and others are used currently
Some of which make tools used in surgery
Either way all are valuable in some way and can net some currency
Still to this day hands are used
Time has shown and prove
By: Dalton Ogletree
Way back before this baby boomer waz astute
countless decades before aye became long in the tooth,
and also prior tomb ma sporting dentures to boot
fond memories rush more than so far back
envisioning illusory wind blown steppes
(wait...this visage belongs to thine
long since deceased maternal grandfather
hub hill eave didst hail from Kiev,
or some place thereabouts) within the mind
of this prevaricating aging
"FAKE" barnstorming ole coot
preserved records (those times b'fore cds or dvds)
and now rewinds tape when family of origin
celebrated Xmas secular Harris
house style rendition of Magic Flute,
though genealogy steeped in Judaism
recollections abound of boyhood mirth
devoid of rubric asper orthodox and/or reformed
Judeo-Christian religion,
which essentially means,
I did not give or take a hoot
nonetheless cherish fond memories,
when ma late mum
relished making a hoo ha,
and got tickled and pickled pink
rousing a hullabaloo wrapping presents
and jamming three knee high stockings
with healthy goodies such as fruit
cuz, as a devotee of Carleton Fredericks,
she frowned on giving out sweets
particularly to three children she begat,
and iced hill easily recall her poker faced
feigning complete ignorance and surprise
sheep played “dumb” as did father
convincingly not giving a hoot
puzzled asper neatly wrapped and
stacked gifts under decorated tree
while distorted reflections of stockings
fractal shimmers from metallic gewgaws
in tandem of nostalgic magic
worth mo' than any amount of loot,
perhaps Christmas festivities a flash point,
when some jolly codger (papa)
dressed up, sans Santa Claus suit
and petsmart dogs doubled up as reindeer,
whose canine barking, cavorting, and dashing
haphazardly set them on a direct route
to pandemonium as crashing trimmed tree
cacophony elicited laughter, punctuated
with irrepressible escaped bursts of flatulence
(ah wont mention hoof from)
that emulated a toot.
Standing on the frozen water, underneath the turquoise plain,
Temperature not getting hotter, chills set in and ease the pain.
Problems of your prior self, discarded at the price of health.
Peoples problems of today, vain and solemn, so cliche.
Imagine a desolate waste, bone chilling cold like that of space,
You're all alone, you have no place to call home,
You've got no phone, to call for a ride,
There's no one to call, there's no one to drive.
Buildings unheated , feeling defeated.
This is where humanity lies, struggling hard to survive,
Battling nature to stay alive, learning how to surely thrive.
Judged not by wealth, looks, or popularity,
But by hard work, devotion, and charity.
One day soon we will return,to the beginning when the skies were burned.
I pray for all that we'll realize, were all the same, what a surprise.
Not enough people will remember this April night.
It is an unforgettable night for me, and its history
is forever stored in the deepest portals of my heart.
57 years have come and gone--a very long time.
43 people were killed across the United States.
In Chicago alone, 11 people were killed.
I lived very close to ground zero.
Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated.
It was the end of the man with a huge dream,
But it was not the end of his daring dream.
Unfortunately, what I witnessed on that day
and night was not a dream but a nightmare.
I had a front roe seat with a clear vìew of mayhem.
In my neighborhood, the power went off, and
the lights went out. And the only light I saw
was the fiery flames that lit up the night.
I was 18, and fear, darkness, and fire became
my initial introduction to adulthood.
Just 7 months prior, chronologically, I had
become a man. Fresh out of high school and
filled with more than enough ambition. I had
Picked my peak and was ready to climb
any mountain that I had to face.
Deep inside of me, there was never any doubt
that I would overcome the fear and dispel the
darknèss. Moreover,, a fresh fire was rekindled
in my spirit that enabled me to touch many
of the crushed and broken lives in Chicago.
Affliction with mental illness beasts sans,
depression, panic/ anxiety
obsessive compulsive disorder
didst for most of my lix splitting life zap
psychological state plagued with
sweaty palms, irritable
bowel syndrome, mind chatter
constantly doth yip and yap,
whereby extensive stretches of time
bore cerebral torture
housing invisible
mailer daemon nemesis bubble wrap
ping entire corporeal to suicidal ideations
to escape once and for all asphyxiating,
gamesomely hectoring imps,
nauseating non-apparent trap
regularly pitching emotional
welfare to and fro,
hither and yon, thence
lashing out at self - summarized
with the non medical term,
yet descriptive word "snap"
though a half dozen medications
(listed as follows) alleviate
sensation akin to feeling
besieged, and pugilistic-ally rapped,
yet (Quetiapine tab 300mg,
Clomipramine cap 50mg,
Fluoxetine cap 40mg,
Fluoxetine cap 20mg,
Busipirone tab 15mg,
and Clonozepam tab 0.5mg)
prior to prescriptive palliatives,
aye experienced
debilitating quality of life, thus I accept
function-able, manageable
unfortunate side effects such,
viz thinning hair,
necessity to take daily nap
abdominal weight gain, where love handles
replaced wash board stomach, adipose tissue
not quite spilling o'er me lap
so in summary burden of proof
no longer tethers Sisyphean rolling rocks
interestingly enough this figurative lid locks
akin to sealing schizoid "Pandora box).
In the museum, you will find amazing history regarding
the relics of our past. Gruesome and grim in their telling,
a dark prelude to everything seen by the moon.
But hold it delightful that these days are behind. That the
awful atrocities of times gone by, are not a monolith towering
and looming over our future.
Know then, that we need not be frightened by the opening of
the book and the turning of the page. Take pride in the light
we shine on our darker moments, a reminding of who we should
never be, the vicious and vindictive tyrants of yesteryear.
Let history bare truth in its will to patronise us over prior mistakes.
We are fortunate to have the opaque plaques of reference to the
crimes of time, and what is lost to the wind.
May we never travel the same road twice. Finding ourselves victorious
only by being continuously retold in annoying fashion that this is where
we've come from. Looking on with oval, hope-filled eyes, believing we
now have the light to overcome the dark.
~Make a poem *2 Contest~ Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
make a poem about light vs dark using the following words:
Awful, amazing, annoying.
grim, gruesome, delightful.
frightened, fortunate, finding.
monolith, moon, museum.
oval, opaque, opening.
patronise, pride, prelude.
vicious, vindictive, victorious.
Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect
The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone
You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no success
I was considered quite slow
Empowered by your words
Assyrians coming down
I spoke with true emotion
For once I wasn't a clown
When I spoke of your steed
With his nostrils all wide
Within the deep of me
I experienced pride
Like the leaves in your forest
When summer is green
You provided inspiration
I now travel where you've been
With a pen held in my hand
My destruction I escape
Within my troubled mind
New ideas take their shape
I'm gifted with freedom
Words of power do supply
Whether reading or writing
They provide me with my high
So George, I humbly thank you
You're truly the reason why
I travel within the words
They're the gift that help me fly
With anticipation
I know one day we'll meet
Beyond the gates of heaven
Please reserve for me a seat
The Father of all poets
Will speak in splendid tones
We'll marvel at his spirit
We will feel it in our bones
For poets are connected
In very intricate ways
Time is not of consequence
Our words are a form of praise
As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory,
I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a
believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks
Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also
chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction
of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in
prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have
helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.
I am sorry, but there is outright denial,
About violation of law and national security
Regarding illegals crossing our border!
I have been to Central America
They are not just escaping crime there
They are responsible for bringing children miles
For other reasons and violating laws to get what they want!
I have done a lot of research in the past to do with this
There were clear, direct reports then, from border agents
It is not propaganda that criminals have illegally crossed,
The border into our country
It is not propaganda that gang members have illegally crossed,
The border into our country
Nor is it a lie that diseases were spread to Americans,
After transports from detention centers, that killed American children!
Also, the strong drugs being brought by illegals,
Have contributed to the drug crisis here!
We already have crime out of control here happening
And the issue of over-populated prisons
To ignore these things, is ignoring the law and safety of Americans!
To refuse to budge regarding National Security
With this invasion of thousands of illegals, is harming our country!
It is contributing to the Government shutdown every day!
I am not here writing this as a Trump supporter, because I wasn’t
I am writing as an American and I can clearly see what is happening,
From the backlash of prior policies and facts getting twisted now!
This is a serious issue that requires attention and compromise!
Americans Unite!
God Bless America!
Heidi Sands
1/17/19. *In addition, today 1/19/19, President Trump stated the true facts regarding the security risks from our border. He offered a reasonable solution to deal with all this. If it is rejected, continuing this Government shutdown, that will be very harmful to our country.
*Thank you to all those who came to our country through the correct legal process. I am sorry others do not.