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Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
written 01/23/2014
contest Yesterday
A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
of men and sing of legends small and great,
of knights and lords, of fiefdoms, and of fate,
of kings, and pontiffs in ungodly roles!
Long, long ago, these popes, desiring control,
enjoined the knights to charge; and penetrate
their Christ's Jerusalem to decimate
the infidels and caliphs of dark Sheol!
When wanton rulers pillage and plunder, poets
write and sing of their wicked, immoral acts,
betrayals, carnage, and cabals; tho' it's
wiser to just ignore these damning facts,
let poets instead make them known, so it's
repaid by poetic justice's attacks.
Fell into this rabbit hole
I went down down down,
Into another Country
I Hit the ground ground ground,
Fell in love with danger
Until it bit like a snake,
I Realized I was surrounded by the
Fake fake fakes,
Now climbing up these walls
I see the welcoming light,
Cold November can’t replace this fixed fight,
I saw Stolen authority
wherein an unoriginal plate,
In a losing army where they all meet their fate,
Taking all the money and staging all the fame
I awoke one morning to this vicious game
While the world keeps on dreaming,
I am rekindling youth from out of this rabbit hole,
They may have tried to take my pride
But they can never take my soul.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Deserted soldier,
In A foreign land,
With the Sword of the Spirit,
And blood on both hands.
Desolate Island,
Learning how to survive,
With the breastplate of righteousness,
He now can abide.
Wilderness warrior,
Greatness abounds,
With the helmet of salvation,
He destroys without making a sound.
Isolated general,
Now takes a stand,
With his belt of truth,
He comprehends his commands.
Eternity trooper,
Fights off the old fire,
With the shield of faith,
He gains his desires.
Secluded Sargent,
Ready for war,
With the sandals of peace,
He now conquers His beasts.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 1-30-12
At sea where the shadows breathe,
Old ships lie, lost beneath the sea,
Corvette Donna Freja on the patrol,
Sailing waters, old stories unfold.
An island looms, radar watch keen,
But danger whispers cuts the serene.
A Seabase ship breaks the silent night,
There in the cove, no chance to fight.
Ghosts of the Triangle call out in despair,
Waves of the past rise up in the air.
Fight or flee, under moon light,
Will the Freja engage the fight?
A cruiser’s shadow, sharp and swift,
Guns pointing fierce, the air is a rift.
Captain’s blood hot as a flame,
Decide in seconds, the cruelest game.
The Commodore, monitors the chase,
Information’s life, a dangerous space.
Fins in the dark, chasing their prey,
Past and present, a to price to pay.
Caught in fate and courage worn thin,
Echoes of battles, places they’ve been.
Water graves whisper, every tide’s song,
History's grips, the Freja must be strong.
Through the Triangle's they’ll sail once more,
A Corvette fleeing, but her spirit will roar.
In the depth of night, courage runs deep,
She’ll return to fight, where the enemy creeps.
In the dead of night.
Life is war
Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea
Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
Lost and stranded in a mental maze
Strafing bullets through the purple haze
letting in a ray of sun
Oh, oh, Life is war...
wondering if this is what's meant to be
or is there changing one's own destiny
to bring joy to everyone
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
We're surrounded by our enemies,
back to back we fight while on our knees,
as we pray for better days
Oh, oh, Life is war...
we stumble on through each catastrophe,
trying to find joy in the misery,
as we try to find our way
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
yes, love soldiers on
yes, love soldiers on
repeat and fade
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
Birthdate? My family tells me
it was 1900 or so.
I don’t remember being born;
I know when I started to grow.
My first real friend was named Reggie
We first met when I was just six.
It was Christmas Eve, we read from
the Bible and we played music.
I had put on a lot of weight
by the time the war rolled around
World War I that is. Without me
that war wouldn’t have got off the ground.
I won’t brag, cause I’m handicapped.
I’m wired only for sound, not sight.
You’d call me visually impaired
And you know, you’re exactly right.
In my golden years, my pursuits
brought a world of music to you.
I made live drama popular,
did a fair share of preaching too.
Always tried to keep a handle
on current events and the news.
My biggest changes over the years
have been size and battery use.
February 22, 2020
Brian Strand: Strand SELECT Y
On 24 December 1906, the first radio broadcast for entertainment and music was transmitted from Brant Rock, Massachusetts to the general public.
To the melody of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again..."
When Father comes marching home again,
Oh, no! Oh, no!
He'll give me a helluva spanking again,
Oh no! Oh, no!
All the screaming I do
Will never get through
To Father's closed ear,
Cuz it's perfectly clear:
That this
hurts -
him -
more -
than -
It'll ever hurt me,
--Than it'll ever hurt me.
Most of the time
He's a kind man,
My dad, he is.
At work they all say
That he's more than ok
Hurray! Hurray!
But when I do something wrong
It doesn't take long
For him to turn
On a slow burn
And take off his belt
To give me a pelt
On the back of my seat,
So I can't sit down for a week---
Yet it
hurts -
him -
more -
than
It'll ever hurt me.
--Than it'll ever hurt me.
Now I'm a new dad,
I've got me a son,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
I only hope that he'll not
Call me father, but 'Pa;'
Oh, 'pa!' Oh, 'pa!'
So I gotta be strong when he does wrong
Not raise my hand and keep my belt on
Cuz
then
it' -
ll -
ne -
ver
Ever hurt him or hurt me.
It'll never hurt him or hurt me.