Long Vc Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and...

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the fire

He didn’t die straight off…the flames seared his flesh and burned his hair.  The Nomex flight suit he was wearing melted in spots as the fire grew hotter. They held me off as...

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“Only from the Heart”



Only from the heart
can you touch 
your Blue Sky

poems -
short sentences,
sometimes long

why do we write?
only the shadow inside
knows why we harmonise

contrasting dark and light
some verses like 
ancient parables
 
in dusty tomes 
that...

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"Fatal Attraction"



The letter was typewritten
IBM Selectric, 
No final salutation
in italics
“With love”, 
but it was there nevertheless
invisible
electric
“VC”
Bleeding Bold Black 
thick cursive stroke
With knife point calculation
An arrow hit it’s bullseye
A flourish with intent
A nicotine stain 
at the...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 2"

Platoon magic legion
Hammerheads
beautiful, graceful escorts
leading the way
hear their call, silently swishing
dorsal fins
cutting through the 
fall-out murky pall,
they need no 
blood and guts Burley, 
their seas are pristine
watch their mute scene
unfurling, they...

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I visit the bug zapper on Tuesday
much to the radiology teams delight

I named it thus before meeting it formally
my comedic self puts up this type of dust

If you make fun of it enough
it can't cause...

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When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never goes away."
All these humanity destroying wars never cease,
soldier's names, faces,...

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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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WE . . .  NOT  FRUSTRATED

Those whose mouth  speak and ooze 
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary 

Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not...

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"Light Kissed"


Light kissed her through the veil
Come tempest on the beach of morning sun
With Gold on your naked feet
Life has again for you begun 
Like waves to shore
You’ll meet my kiss
Slow and full 
Wet succulent...

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Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see
He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me.
From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend.
He left one day in ’66 never...

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In eighteen seventy nine; twenty second of January 
Was the day of a great battle and for the Zulus victory 
At Isandlwana the Zulu army showed no fear
Against British guns, armed with shield and spear....

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off the top of my head i could say alottle bit bout things better left dead
kinda like the travesties the people for the poeple continue to ongo like tennis to from 
fro and back an...

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Free at Last
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• He thinks back to a time, when he was so young.
M-16 on his shoulder, around his neck dog tags hung
Dense jungles made thin, by what they had sprayed.
His mind  drifts to home,...

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M. I. A. ( Missing In Action )

The date was nineteen and sixty nine,
A soldier wrote a girl named Caroline,
The VC were starting to close in,
He wasn't sure when he could write again.

But there was...

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VietNam Sniper



It seems that the night lingers then departs clawing
for one more minute, but in a vain attempt to defeat the sun.
The encumbered fog groans and gently rises from 
The ground to allow fixed eyes...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 1"

Sailing
her clear 
Aqua Green 
oceans
floating 
mysterious exotic
fragrant 
Dark Pink 
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat, 
gifts sent  
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated, 
rooted to the spot
they...

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There is a tale I can relate to you
And I can guarantee that it’s true
It’s about a battle just north of Hue
On a hot and sultry summer’s day.

VCs were in control and we had laid...

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There once was a boy,who went to war,
to fight for his country, to even the score.
Fresh out of high school to learn a life craft,
his life was diverted, caused by the draft.

He did all his...

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Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!

Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the...

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La Drang valley 65 
with air support we stay alive 
The VC out number 5  to 1 
The Lz X ray over run 
the stench of death hangs in the air 
Fallen soldiers everywhere
Bullets...

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(for the unfortunate students slaughtered in my country)

Sir – darest V.C.,
The dark hours of the night
Received no crows of the cock;
And like owls, the boys made violent
Hooting, waking us like sleeping cocks.

Of course, dear V.C,
At...

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Dearest Prof –
Upstairs, downstairs:
Racing ref-wards: lasses
(Prof, a roused lad saw them)
Breaking through the prime fogs
Racing like some fleece-hunters
Led by a night-gowned lass
(Where could they be going?)
The peering at something in soils:
Some retreated – wordless!
Like a...

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Cry Quietly

Cry quietly, cry alone.
No one wants to see your pain.
No one wants to hear your moans.
You've killed your first V.C. today
And lay shaking in the grass,
Hoping the others don't see you!
Praying that they'll just...

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