Long Vet Poems
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This fire warms me, every bit of my soul,
Down at my regular local.
Sitting alone, all the thoughts in my head,
To ponder before they're made vocal.
And the menu for the night on the old chalk board,
Hot pasta, soup, oysters or a steak.
They even have treats for after the meal,
A meringue, ice cream or cheese cake.
Soft music wafts throughout the whole place,
Past pokies, dim lights, and horse races.
And of course, as the place fills with people from work,
It fills with the regular faces.
I sit in this seat, same time every day,
Just an old war vet of a male.
It's here i feel safe, my family of friends,
Sitting quietly just drinking my ale.
My love for my dad, this is how this pen goes, I often
speculate often to myself about his whereabouts? My
love for my dad.
Vague memories, and his lack of presence in my childhood
Dad, I'm sure you attempted to do your best. My love for
My dad.
Overwhelmed with questions about the unknown of uneventful circumstances, situations beyond's a innocent
child I plead not guilty, A letter to my dad
I often question myself was I at fault? Why wasn't always
in my life, My love for my dad.
My childhood I was very curious and say to myself
that I could fix my parents situation and play the game
Parent trap that backfired, My love for my dad.
Life has been full of challenges and defeats dad did try.
My love for my dad.
Our recall our last conversation he mentioned to me that the Bible stands for basic, instructions, before leaving, earth. My love for my dad.
Then I received a dreadful phone that my dad has transitioned, that still reminds me until this day. My
love for my dad.
A noble trade a soldier made
To fight and serve my country
The cradle fix indoctrinates
A nationalistic junkie
As in Oman true colours shown
A philanthropic lie
Semper fi, death before dishonor
Ours is to do or die
I fought to serve my country
Well prepared to pay rhe toll
Blood sweat and tears I freely shed
But my country wants my soul
A bloody tale so deftly written
Etched deeply, growing colder
An ode so deathly chilling
In a song sung for a soldier
Carried high in the wind
For whom.the bell tolls
Dark secrets revealed
Like Dead Sea scrolls
I've toiled in the depths
Of a depraved quagmire
My feet engulfed
In brimstone and Hellfire
Though you can't bear the weight
Of a heart that is heavy
When it's your turn to pay
Can you handle the levy
A fight to the death
A bone for to eat
Do you fare any better
Than the dogs in the street
I don't know whence it started
With just one single tear
But pretty soon the damage done
Was far beyond repair
It hangs there in life's war-drobe
A shining Christening robe
Don the garb of Nationalism
That's worn around the globe
The tear in you had lain hidden
As tears so often do
Until that tear is beyond repair
From mending tread or glue
The Devils a joker
If its laughter you're after
But his punchline gets told
In the here ever after
I failed to find the honor
Nor the righteousness of war
Dulcet et decorum est
Is my deeply hidden scar
Our crucifixes broken
Scattered in Elysians Halls
No words of comfort spoken
As the Tears of Jesus fall
Tail Trauma
I’m a Cat (fancy that) and my tail went all droopy.
When I came in with it all bent, it sent my oomans loopy.
She started making phone calls, he put on shoes and socks,
They shut me in, they pinned me down and stuffed me in a box.
I’d only come home for an hour, a midnight break in hunting,
I never thought I’d suffer such humiliating shunting.
If I had known my tail would create such an awful worry
I might have stayed out later; not come home in too much hurry.
I’d only had a little fight, a minor feline quarrel.
No acts of real violence, not awful or immoral.
But I had copped a tail-bite, which made the end go numb.
Didn’t think that much of it, I still could feel my bum.
And so they dragged me to the vet, that place of such dishonour.
I could truly bite my folks for that. You know, I really wanna.
Squeezed and shaved, stabbed and prodded. The worst was mainly where
He shoved that cold thermometer – that’s nobody’s affair!
So here I am all poked about, my tail looks like a dumb-bell
My oomans just don’t realise that in feline terms, that’s some hell!
I guess they did their best for me, but for what I’ve undergone,
Until I’m ready to forgive – petting rights withdrawn!
Written By: D. Collins 11/19/18
I find nothing more coward than a loud mouth one.
That includes Donald Trump and all his coward sons.
I am certain McRaven is more action than words.
While he was on the ground, you fought bone spurs.
There’s no one more thorough than a military Vet.
They got their hands dirty; not their panties wet.
They leave their daughters behind to fight foreign wars.
Yet, your only mission is to try and get with yours.
You say things as if our service was nothing.
But, your whole family are the cowards caught running.
OOH-RAH and Airborne are things you know nothing about.
My money’s on a Vet, so you should plug your mouth.
D Doctor Michelle Oakley, Yukon Vet
O On Nat Geo, best animal show yet,
C can bring the thrills of taking care of tamed
T to wild species, with her strength and famed
O operations handling moose and yaks,
R red foxes, musk-oxen, huge elk with racks.
M Michelle, a rugged lady, there on call,
I in helping animals both large and small,
C can teach an injured hawk to fly once more
H healing wings so one day it can soar.
E Even ailing porcupines get cured.
L Linx, when spotted ill, are gently lured
L letting her perform her healing skills
E ensuring we who watch enjoy the thrills.
O Often she helps out a local zoo,
A and mountain goats, mule deer, and caribou
K keep her busy if they're hurt or when
L land in danger birthing, because then
E every newborn life is nature's prize.
Y Yearly vaccines often can comprise
Y yielding into schemes to bring them close,
U upon which she will shoot a dart with dose,
K kindly making sure it hits the spot;
O often quite involved to give a shot.
N Nothing more exciting than to see
V vast Yukon plains with creatures wild and free,
E entrapped when needed, by a blowgun dart
T to be repaired by this vet's healing art.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Select F
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 08/25/2016
This TV series, 'Dr. Oakley - Yukon Vet' is aired on Nat Geo Wild,
I love this show!
Uneasy and queasy cos my TV set
Is showing another celebrity vet
My legs are crossed tight, just as tight as they get
Has that little dog lost his testicles yet
While eating my lunch, or was it my dinner
The cat on the screen getting thinner and thinner
The head vet was busy, so here’s a beginner
On his second attempt to stick that needle in ‘er
My hunger abates as the scalpel cuts in
And the cyst on his throat splatters poor kittie’s chin
My two horrid teenagers sit there and grin
But my spag bolognese now resides in the bin
The very long glove, that is slippery and wet
Is meant for the cow, though they’ve only just met
The vet seems as happy as any I’ve met
Till the cow follows through and enshrouds the poor vet
With Flopsy’s guts broadcast in X-ray exposure
While Tiddles pukes hairballs inside his enclosure
I wish it was more like a nice glossy brochure
As another castration destroys my composure
Date: 30 May 2019
Contest: What Makes You Flinch
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Duty Honor Code their duty has always been paid
They fight for our freedom so don’t ever let their memory fade
They battle for the righteous cause and sometimes end up dead
They endure hardships we cannot understand so recognize the blood they’ve shed
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
They conqueror their fear and go into harms way for people who are oppressed or
are
suffering from neglect
And all they are asking for from us is a little acknowledgement and common decent
respect
They’re the men and women of the military: Navy, Air force , Marines, and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
So fly your flags with pride and wear your Red, White, and Blue
But always think to yourself they are out there right now somewhere fighting for me
and you
They give everything that they have just for the sake of freedom’s price
So reflect on what they’ve done for us with there ultimate sacrifice
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
Contest Title: Rumi Quotes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Deadline: Thursday, October 30, 2025
Poem Title: The Sergeant
A man of honor, he lived by a code,
Like a man from a time not his own.
He stood in the gap, and made no complaint,
Not a word, not a sign, not a groan.
He shielded his men the best that he could,
From the enemy and the damned brass.
Tough as old leather but kind when it counted,
But ready to fight with purpose and power.
When men were missing or counted as lost,
The Sergeant would often walk alone.
To see him like this was proof enough,
The Sergeant had no heart of stone.
After the war with orders in hand,
He returned to from whence he came.
With memories of battle and blood,
And the bodies that broke, or the lost names.
This man who faced fear with grey calm eyes,
Couldn’t face the losses he grieved.
Self-medication the order of the day,
For the broken good man who had led many.
He’d give it all to bring the lost back,
For himself he wouldn’t give a penny.
An older Vet from a war long ago,
Knew well the struggles he faced.
And brother to brother, a true, open heart,
Listened as the Sergeant talked and paced.
The struggle was slow and bitter the pain,
The Sergeant lanced with each broken word.
Ever so gradual, wounds began to heal,
And a quiet strength was restored.
Through brotherhood and that steady hand,
A willingness to finally understand.
What others may shy away from,
But a brother was there for me.
Poet Notes:
Quote: "The wound is the place where the light enters you." (Rumi)
This poem reflects the journey of a combat veteran who, after years of bearing emotional wounds, finds healing and acceptance through the dedicated support of a fellow veteran ("a brother"). The internal pain gives way to a deeper, more profound strength and peace.
Lone
Dog Tag Drone
All alone
Controlled by a cell phone
And its mysterious, dial tone
When it rings
Dog Tag does its thing
Go there
Don’t look scared
Over here
Better not have any fear
Summoned to work
Dog Tag blew its cork
Said “No
I am not going to go
My technology is brand new
Known by few
Pretty cool
Tool
Intellectual not a fool
I can photograph up-close action
Turning it into an exciting attraction
There are other duties I can do
Helping others get through
A dangerous mission
Since I can obtain proper position
Putting, human life not at risk
Just a simple disposable floppy disk
As for being used to explode
That is a definitely a no go”
Startled by the robotic machine's stance
The computer programmer took another glance
Wondered can Dog Tag sing and dance
Enjoy the spotlight
Gleaming bright
Cardboard box disposed
Leaving a cardboard flattened rose
Freeing Dog Tag from the shipping cage
Allowing it to embrace theatrical stage
Audience will enthusiastically applause
Knowing the Dog Tag Drone does indoor malls
Outside the electronic store
Confident and sure
Writing musical scores
Wanting a platform floor
Tempting teasing
Eye ear pleasing
Entertaining, customers spinning legendary military tales
Luring buyers, towards weekend holiday sales
Safely without fail