Long Regiment 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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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence
while here men, beasts, wagons...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died on a Nazi death march, shot to death in cold...

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up to Maine
In weather full of sunshine
To the roughest hurricane
He owned...

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It was a glorious summer day and I woke up with the lark
Got my wheelchair ready and then headed to the park
I noticed a girl out jogging, with her dog down by the lake
And felt...

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"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning...

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See them dressed in colors soldiers, regiment, British royal guards, guard bearskin, grandier guards, Buckingham palace guards dressed in scarlet red walking behind the queen’s casket and reminiscing the dead. Their tall bearskin hat almost...

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Here she approaches, dark in complexion…
Exposed majestically in a catwalk,
Principle looking personality considered for deliberation.
Optimistic to achieve the world most valuable models award.
Built from positive cementation and aspiration,
Indeed, her skin proves she`s never coward.

We count...

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The day has just dawn and the infidels are all over the lawn, they are setting up tents in the field and continue to ignore the written deal, the widows and single women are at...

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"LUX VITAE" 
(A Christmas Poem for Georgia)



Golden Light guide her Home
Surround her with your Love
Give her Courage to always find Faith
in you Sacred One

Place your hand in hers 
as she walks her lonely twisting foggy...

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I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation,
Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun, at creation.

Yet, the times were very troubled, because an unhappy...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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You will have probably heard this story, it's often been told
About Captain Tom who's ninety nine years old
He's a Second World War veteran who's served his country
And was a Captain in the tank regiment in...

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The Silence of War

Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze

Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the...

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This is about a man whose name is Jesse
Born In Kansas and raised in Missouri
 Was called to fight for his beloved country
And  assigned to defend an outlying territory

Jesse fought as hard as any...

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"Missed" 

if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of 
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.

lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of...

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The Maid of New Orleans


A teenage cow girl who couldn’t write
Was told by God to front the fight
the hundred Year War against the French
And cut her hair in trendy wedge
Six centuries later it became the...

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I stand aloof of time trying to shape a new path for the next journey to start. I wasn’t sure where to begin so I detach myself from everything and my spirit start to sing...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 3"


Collecting cut 
silver blue grass
carries garbage bags
green-ant bites, no siree,
this aint fun.
Stand guard, he’s the 
lawn mower Pope 
(she laughs)
on his ever vigilant run.

Look on him with sadness
Look on...

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Welcome To My Home

I've been blinded by your sentiment,
and awoken by your sweet cologne,
like our sweet morning regiment,
we don't live in a house, but a home.

I see my pugs silly smushy face,
as soon as I...

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We gave Johnny a gun and a uniform
Trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Sent him deep into Vietnam jungles warm
With little regard to how we did him harm
 
     So...

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"They Say Mushrooms Grow Best in the Dark" 

Winter 
arrived after
The Darkness 

blew in 
with its boiling 
black clouds.

they say mushrooms 
grow best in the dark.
we hid underground.

eventually
we crawled out 
from the cracks

like bugs 
to...

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in a morning swim the beaver made his route
out early and then had a breakfast to boot
after which he worked on his abode 
by floating logs to help ease the load

tree by tree he fell...

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The spearheads are keeping a tight formation,
pride keeping the body upright,
raking claws are sometimes raking home,
they find their way past sagging shields.
What deep wounds these claws do cause,
yet bloodied these spearheads do stand,
needle-sharp pain ne'er...

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