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Australian and New Zealand Army Corps
Our ANZAC soldiers from the First World War.
Landed at Gallipoli on April Twenty-Five,
1915 was the year, at dawn when they arrived.
Their task to storm the beach, was thwarted by the Turks
Who laid in wait with loaded guns, and then they went berserk.
Before the ANZACS reached the shore, many had been killed
Others made it onto land, but to the bone were chilled.
Anzac Cove became their base, in dug out trenches lived
In mud and squalor, rats, and filth, but never would give in.
For months on end, fought tooth and nail, their goal to just survive
And for each other every day, prayed they would stay alive.
Eight months their campaign met a stalemate, neither side won out
Both sides of war lost many men; a truce then came about.
Evacuations sent them home, though weary, filled with pride
Because they knew each soldier there, stood proudly side by side.
And as the ANZAC legends grow, we will remember them
We bow our heads, in silent prayer, for all those brave dear men.
The Last Post then reminds us all, of what was sacrificed
So, we can live in peace because, they paid the highest price.
Christine 25/4/2026
Lest We Forget
On the eve of November 11th, I never sleep more than a wink or two. How could I? So I rise before dawn, my heart overflowing with a gurgling silence of souls rallied from brave men fallen, patriots, my friends, who gave their lives for fellow countrymen. As the bugle of duty calls far in the background, it is an ultimate honor to dress in uniform and lead the Remembrance Day parade.
wreath of red poppies
flow the wartime memories
~ sudden gush of rain
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 24, 2019 for contest PICK A TITLE, VOL.4 - HAIBUN - AN OFFERING OF POPPIES sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 3RD
When I ask my Creator to lead me along paths of light, I find that great difference where loneliness tried to keep me on its side, and thanks to His grace, He guided me to places where the hallmark is belief and happiness in abundance. It is remembered that some friends were going to see the princesses of the place, and one day I accompanied them, finding that light in the most beautiful gaze that has ever come into my life, giving way for my heart to hasten and thus not let you go from my side, forming such a blessed couple that when we go to prisons and dark places, the light of our Creator always takes effect in new hearts. Happy holy days!!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!!
Ft Leonard Wood Mo.1961
Combat Engineers
Miracle Man
10/18/2024
Most days we awoke feeling quite asinine,
choice wasn’t to get up or remain supine.
The bugle was telling us rise and shine,
fall in formation “cruits” and ditch the whine.
After a five mile hike you’ll be feeling fine,
with their way of thinking we wouldn’t align.
Our canteens contained water tasting like brine,
with spit shined boots each cleaned his carbine.
K.P. and cleaning grease traps is hard to define,
another duty intended to harass but was benign.
Just one lousy gig got us a barracks confine,
but finally after 9 weeks we were on cloud nine.
All this happened with purpose and by design,
to make men of boys that would toe the line.
Form:
He was the sweetest human being she had ever met,
His heart was full of love, and he was ready to bestow it all on her.
He could not keep this hidden,
It was in his eyes,
In the way his smile turned up when she turned up.
He could not keep it contained, his joy for her.
She was terrified of what he wanted to give,
For he wanted to give her everything
And she was but sixteen.
She had proms, and graduations, and college to look forward to.
She did not plan on being a farmer’s wife, and he wanted to farm almost as much as he wanted her.
The pressure was great. She went to college and did not look back.
Feeling guilty, sometimes, when she looked at photos of their class reunions.
Reunions she did not attend.
She did not come back to her hometown
Until she had experienced love, and heartache, and the failure of two marriages.
She could not feel guilty for not loving him.
You love who you love.
Right?
She went to church, and was amazed that he was the minister now.
Confident, wonderful, respected, loved by an entire congregation.
She never knew that he still wanted her.
He was an honorable man, so he kept it to himself. Loving a woman all of his life
Who did not have feelings for him.
She left, irritated with him, because he was not heart-sick, or angry, or mean.
He was still the sweetest human being she had ever met, it was in his eyes.
From my home known as the 5th of June,
nothing remarkable about this place.
Though it was fair and warm
yet cloudy, though only partly..
Your singing seahorses..
and treasured rocks
all strewn about
summer's seashelled dreams
adorned.
Remember seeing them
now and again..
behind closed eyelids
where the light was bent.
The sun's joyous rays, with arms
outcast from the clouds.
Calling us, home
all of us home, invited
reunited, in that
unremarkable day.
Near misty water's edge
as vagabonds called a tune
to the placid lagoon's
dismay.
With a little hope we'll hold on
all the year long..
to our summer song
least partly remembered
just that way.
Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.
Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.
And yet in youth there is no fear,
To follow bugles sounding proud,
The thought that death be quite so near
Drowned out by voices shouting loud.
Forward they go brothers in arms,
As if a wave breaking on the shore,
Courage undoubted, impervious to harm,
They follow destiny to history’s lonely lore.
For those that lived beyond the slaughter,
Their lives now changed for evermore,
Gone is the youth, the raucous laughter,
In a recurring nightmare of blood and gore.
Award posterity the wrongs of war,
Our solemn duty merely to remember,
All those brave souls that went before,
Their memory a bright everlasting ember.
So many make many sacrifices
but nothing can ever truly compare
to those who've given their lives
for our freedom, that is very rare
In the conflict of bloody war
where blood is spilt by the few
for the sake of many to be free
this is our obligation forever to do
Listen to their cries in death
the anguish they felt so deep
our debt is one we cannot pay
remember them we must always keep
Mankind speaks of finding peace
but war takes them to the brink
there they lose all their sense
so let's remember by our ink!
(Remembrance Sunday in the UK last Sunday, so this is written to commemorate this important event.)
Flowers for a new day,
Flowers for a fresh start,
I’m embracing a new beginning,
A way of winning.
Flowers of spring,
A blooming garden,
The joy of my mother’s heart,
She sings a new song.
Flowers for tomorrow,
Yesterday was a withered meadow,
Days and nights spent in shadows,
A departure from freshness and hue.
Flowers for my love,
Flowers for the woman who embraces an enigma,
We’ve climbed mountains and crossed valleys,
She often tells me we’ll navigate through the complexities and perplexities.
Flowers for my mother,
Flowers for my pride and guide,
She holds the lamp even when her hands are weary,
Unfazed by days that feel scary,
She speaks into the dawn and tells me to open its door,
Summoning the night watchers by singing the praises of the moon.
Flowers at the end of the walk,
Flowers at the bedside of departure,
Flowers for those who have fallen on the battlefield,
Flowers at the place where our loved ones sleep.
May 10, 2025.
In a field stained with red
A soldier boy lies dead
No mothers breast
To rest his head
A colonial points upon the map
And orders his battalions out
While the Politian who sent them there
Sits all comfy in his leather arm chair
The guns they rattle out death
As the soldiers fall like withered leaves
there’s always a cold wind blowing across the battlefield
when the grim reaper calls to collect them that fell
The Politian speaks of a noble cause
and fighting a just war
and pays due homage to the soldiers bravery
and visits the cenotaph on remembrance day
But a dead soldier as no vote
and so can easily be forgot
another war will come along
and more soldiers will fall on the field of war
Because Our Politian’s like playing war.