Long Saluted Poems
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"Destination: New Covenant"
When we arrived
at our destination,
the place they called
"New Covenant",
we were assigned
fresh armour.
we thought the war
left long and far behind us;
of course,
our ranks had changed,
but our allegiance
for saving contracts
in the between worlds place
was much to our disbelief,
swiftly locked in again.
we were, one must admit
with good humour -
hell-bent, resigned.
Our redeployment
steadfast, some considered
insane, we had no time
to complain.
we, were told to 'man-up'
this was our mission -
so we, the perceived
fallen, unsubtle yet,
viably courageous,
remained
stoically aligned.
"Karma is a b**ch",
the untainted remaining
flaunting their immunity
from return, watching
in their safe sectors
playing their harps,
all chimed.
We saluted,
smiled back at them,
and sardonically
flipped the birds -
we weren't 'tweeting'.
switched on, we were,
in our protection.
Light suits
full commando wings
on display,
we boarded the
supersonic getaway
and at the helm,
The Firm's leader,
the No. 1 Honcho,
the Big Cheese,
the Chief-in-Command
delivers us from...
well, you know the story -
His rank
is very well deserved
earned by blood,
sweat and tears.
Worthy of respect -
over us, he has many years,
seniority, experience.
His instructions
are ultra clear,
some might say,
religious. He's our,
lead stag, we follow, he steers.
He declares, commanding,
loud and sincere,
"Buckle up Legion.
The last battle.
Victory to all.
God speed.
Burning entry
by clouds.
Bury your fear."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Once Upon a Time Tom
Written: by Tom Wright
4/27/2018
Once I was saluted with, Hello Tom,
But somewhere during my calendar, it became Mr. Wright.
Today, though I flounder in winter’s path,
Spring is a drawing force that beckons me back again,
To reminisce things occurring while in its path;
I was then, a sapling that has evolved into near driftwood,
And the twinkle that escaped my eye has become a plea.
In the spring I danced, today, I sit as a curmudgeon,
Re-living spring pleasures;
In eventide my deteriorating body, God has blessed,
With an astute mind, and though I recall the breezes of spring,
The unfriendly winds of winter always command my attention.
Growing Up
We never had Disney junk,
We never had phones, attached to our hands.
We never thought much of bullies,
as there was often if not always,
a hero on hand.
That was the world I knew.
There were many, but a few.
That loved to do crazy stuff.
We stood in line for Star Wars,
on the very first night.
We were quiet and respectful,
when the shuttle blew apart,
in the sky.
When soldiers walked by,
we saluted, and thanked.
When homeless were found,
They were given,
food and shelter.
We went to church on Sunday.
We watched cartoons the morning before.
We laughed at All in the Family,
and made jokes, not correct now.
We were not black or white,
or any color in between.
It, life,
was real,
and honest,
and we knew,
that
together…
we could reach
the stars.
Don't be ashamed or think your wrong
If you cant be really strong
You've been through events so rough
Your job can be really tough
Seeing things so horrible
It is very terrible
That you have to go through this
Most people will seem to miss
The nightmares you have to face
They could never take your place
It's a job that takes a toll
Tearing at your very soul
When you remember friends you lost
From your troop. It is the cost
You pay defending folks like me
Missing your own family
Who worry every single day
For their soldiers far away
Who are special veterans
Being saluted once again
Every November but I say
Let's salute them every day
It's the least we all can do
For the folks that pull us through
Men women and the puppies
Keeping us safe why can't we see
How much we owe them every day
Please just don't push them away
Don't be ashamed or think your wrong
If you cant be really strong
You've been through events so rough
Your job can be really tough
Seeing things so horrible
It is very terrible
That you have to go through this
Most people will seem to miss
The nightmares you have to face
They could never take your place
It's a job that takes a toll
Tearing at your very soul
When you remember friends you lost
From your troop. It is the cost
You pay defending folks like me
Missing your own family
Who worry every single day
For their soldiers far away
Who are special veterans
Being saluted once again
Every November but I say
Let's salute them every day
It's the least we all can do
For the folks that pull us through
Men women and the puppies
Keeping us safe why can't we see
How much we owe them every day
Please just don't push them away
FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING
My heart lies vacant
to vulnerability, voiding into
a warm womb
of larvic rebirth
October ruptures orange octagons
pregnant with pretensions for balmy bathings
cock proffered a fiery feather
to a gaping garden gate
Hot white descends metallic
blue a dappled dance darting penetrates
washing machine mumbles
garbage collectors grumble
Noon consummates to hasten tasks
tarrying towards an amber throated afternoon
flowered teacup stares
a knobbly knee-jerked knock
I crystal circle a cobalt coming containing
wizened eyes of warted beggar
into pink palms of a purpled
garmented galactic guide
Shame laced in my DNA spiral
wrinkled its parley presence
I omitted some rooibos teabags
just jackfruit jam with half a loaf of bread
Missed a moment of silent saluted seeking
though pass two score and ten
Still I cannot read a …
Flowered teacup in spring
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Songwriting2023
Never got Miss Under Stood
Mister E Ous kept to himself
Miss take shouldn't have dated her
General ignorace straightened Private parts tie
then saluted Private lives
couldn't see Miss placed
but some one said she had left with Miss behave
Miss read was there sorry Miss Red
Miss prounced blurted its prounced prounce the d is silent
That Miss that uses was there but she was out her box
Mister Chem was hitting it off with Miss Matching
Personally i don't think they will last Miss Opti Mistic
Miss Directioin was late had to ask the way
Miss E Rabble wasn't happy
Miss represents was making a show of herself
Miss educated was sating the wrong thing again
while Miss Fortune burst into tears
our Jeeps pulled into hanger four as we saluted our first Sgt my thoughts were racing again as home became a vivid battle zone of raw emotions several caskets lined the entrance way inside of the chanook bravely I'd placed flags on each one clutching my dogtags trying to remember my name it could have very well been Col Sgt or perhaps private Kennedy I focused solely on the name tags of the fallen my mind settled into an untimely grief where I'd forgotten my duffel bag behind leaning against a stone walk way inside carrying a pasttime of glory forgotten was my mind mingling about sorted nerves of steel that shattered apon take off over high calm waters as I noticed a sea of dark tears I bottled them for souvenirs
Let me tell you what had happened
When two children's day had darkened
Home alone, fed up with Communism
They decided on some Spiritism.
Naughty brother and his sister
Started chanting a tongue twister
Shaking, dancing,twirling a spatula
Air head kids called evil Dracula
Goose bumps and a lot of laughter
Ended session... Guess What after ?...
As night descended on the "counting sheep"
Fate decided to take a strange, big Leap:
Radio and TV turned on
Sleep, peace and quiet all but gone
Colorful ceramics smashed into sand
Only my brother and I knew that's Grand.
Sunshine erased the real nightmare
But next night I lived in despair
A man stopped in front of my balcony
Raised his hat, saluted me politely
Do you wonder what's so creepy
And why I became so weepy?
I am a poet and I'm not a bore
But all of us lived on the thirteenth floor...
A lot of years have passed since then
Thank God for this contest and pen
If questions would arise please don't be shy
I'm willing to respond ...and laugh... and cry.
Written for the contest on Paranormal
At four years old she kissed him goodbye
In his splendid soldier’s uniform
She was saddened to see her mother cry
As he set off for a land that’s foreign
She didn’t understand the reasons
Why her Daddy had to go
She only knew it was a soldier’s duty
Because her Daddy had told her so
By five years old she had forgotten his smell
From the after-shave when he gave her a kiss
She had gotten used to life without Dad
But by her mother, every day he was missed
Today her father came home
Though it wasn’t a day full of smiles
He would be traveling in a wooden box
Across the many miles
Six soldiers carried him off of the plane
With an American flag draped over the top
She watched the tears flow from Mommy’s eyes
As if they’d never stop
She stood up and she saluted them
The way her Daddy had shown
Not completely cognizant
Of the eternity of his new home
When Daddies of little children
Die for some vague political cause
Every living human being
Should stop in thoughtful pause
In wars there are no winners
Just some who loose much more
Victory has hollow meaning
When Daddy dies when you are four