Long Veteran Poems
Long Veteran Poems. Below are the most popular long Veteran by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Veteran poems by poem length and keyword.
Had a dream last night
spring has such beautiful dream...
I won't tell you!
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/22/09
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity
about people, nature, and life in general.
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am...
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I love to write; always jotting down
myriads of thoughts running through my head.
An eternal optimist, I am...
My cup overflows. I never drink from a cup,
half-empty.
A dove so peaceful, I am...
I'm often lost in meditation, in reverie.
Busy bee, I am...
You'll find me at work on weekdays doing the job
I enjoy, and doing it the best I know how!
A runner, I am...
I jog and sprint with friends. It clears the cobwebs in my mind!
Adventurous, I am...
I am on a perpetual search
for enlightenment and poetic inspiration.
A husband, I am...
I'm married to a precious, gorgeous lady named Helen.
An incorrigible romantic, I am...
Many of my love poems are about her.
A proud American son of Nigerian-born parents, I am
A brother, I am...
the second born of four siblings.
An older sister, a younger, a younger sister--last born.
Tall in stature, I am...
I'm 6 ft, 2.5 inches tall. I love being tall! Oh, yes indeed!
Fashion savvy, I am...
A sharp-dresser. Can't you tell from my avatar?
A quasi-masochist, I am...
I love achieving an end, the hard, gut-busting way!
A coconut, I am...
Despite a tough exterior, I'm quite tender on the inside!
Rather unique, I am...
half-loner, half-social animal. Full amazing brotha!
Creative, I am...
The inventor of a poetry form called "Yalto"
Bibliophile, I am...
A reader of books, poetry books especially.
Movie buff, I am...
When I'm not watching the news, I'm watching
a movie, which is every other day!
US Navy Veteran, I am...
Proudly served America.
Oh, I wish I could serve her all over again!
Date written and posted: 09/23/2018
I met an old veteran the other day.
How old he was I really couldn't say,
But I could tell by his shuffling gait,
That, alas, he was nearing Saint Peter's gate.
In the park with him I wanted to walk.
"No, son," he said, "lets just sit and talk,
And if you are interested I'll tell you,
About my service in World War Two."
"You see, I was a mere private in the infantry,
And was with my buddies storming Normandy.
Then, I wasn't concerned about saving liberty;
The guy next to me was my only priority!"
"I guess a lot of people call us heroes.
We didn't think of that plodding thro' the sloughs.
We just wanted to get the job done,
And ensure that final victory was won!"
After a long pause he said, "Well, I'd better go."
He shuffled off as I mused, he's a super-hero!
My eyes misted over just a wee bit.
It wasn't from the dust, I'll readily admit.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow;
Watching the beautiful bird, bees, and
Ants always busily beaming on the go.
Twinkling stars winking down at me,
This taste has me toasting—floating;
Gliding with grand space and time,
My horn I am still blowing—tooting.
Tonight a charming magic carpet ride,
O with rising sun I’m a happy fellow;
Darkness diminishing to calm day light,
On fluffy pillow head shall be mellow.
I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow!
~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
© Joseph, 9/21/08
© All Rights Reserved
~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
Old sleuth foot such a character
an old veteran
with one leg yet he still happy
~
Old Slew Foot with a gorilla chest
he smelled of menthol from his breath
Oh! slew foot was quite tall
he can stand on his one leg problem but never fall
~
Old Slew Foot was a Corporal in the army
on the battlefield he seen that so alarming
Oh! slew foot had a prosthetic
when he put it on he would walk run even dance he felt lit
not pathetic
~
Old Slew Foot walk the mile
he co-created a blessed child
Old Slew Foot was sleeping in a chair
because all he had left in him was one leg and a prayer
11/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
My body is a temple,
That is all but an empty shell
of what I use to be.
Only thoughts to myself,
of years gone by,
Sensing another life at times.
Many call me a hero,
WHere I was feared by my enemy's.
I fought for freedom.
My lifetime was my,
Brother's and Sisters in arms,
The flag was my heart,
Who forever beats within my body,
It calls me to war.
The demons within me,
Won't let me rest,
They threaten me,
They haunt me with glimpses,
Of my past,
Watching me as I experience,
My brother's and Sister's,
Who lay dying in my arms,
As if I'm caught in a time loop,
I can't escape from.
I awake cursing the demons,
Who are laughing in my face,
Knowing that I failed,
My brother's and Sister's.
A slow breath exhales,
As I bow my head and the tears flow.
A fog surrounds me I can not see,
Of soldiers of the past,
Who protect me,
In a circle of hope.
WHAT A BLESSING HAVING AN AEROSPACE ENGERINEER DRONE PILOT FOR A GRANDDAUGHTER 8 CHILDREN 26 GRANDCHILDREN OUR MEMORIES ARE SO PRICELESS MY HOME WAS BROKEN INTO IRONICALLY THE THIEVES CLONED MY PHONE TRIED TO DELETE MY LIFE CRAZY STALKERS THEY WERE OLD PHONES 7 OLD CELL PHONES ALL THE DATA SAFETY STORED THESE OLD PHONES I KELP FOR MY MEMORIES BY GOD GRACE SHE WAS ABLE NOT ONLY WAS SHE ABLE TO RESTORE MY PORTRAITS KEEPSAKES SHE WAS ABLE TO UPLOAD THEM TO OTHER DEVICES THIS WAY I COULD DELETE AND MAKE SPACE FOR NEW ONES ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR STORAGE IS FULL USING YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS YOU COULD CONTINUE TO STORE WITHOUT LOSING IMPORTANT MEMORIES AWESOME WITH A MEMORY VAULT OUR MEMORIES ARE SAVED IT'S ALSO GOOD WHEN BUYING A NEW PHONE JUST UPLOAD THE OLD GALLERY TO YOUR NEW PHONE WHO CARES IF THIEVES BREAK IN CLONE YOUR OLD PHONES MY HUSBAND PHONE WAS EASY HIS PHONE HAD ONLY DUPLICATE PHOTOS OF ME WE RESTORED THOSE AS WELL OH WELL SO IF YOU EVER LOSE YOUR PHONE YOUR DATA IS ALWAYS THERE I GUESS THATS WHY FBI AGENTS COPS CLONE CELL PHONES ALL THE TIME SORRY STALKERS EVERY PORTRAIT HAS ALREADY BEEN STORED THROUGH BACKING UP NEVER LOSE A MEMORY AGAIN KEEPSAKE MEMORIES VAULTS THE SHEER HORROR OF BEING HACKED YOUR PHONE IS CLONED THE HACKERS CAN SEND TEXT MAKE CALLS DESTROY HUMAN LIVES MY STALKERS WERE CORRUPTION THEY HAD THIS POWER TO EVEN SEND BOGUS TRAFFIC TICKETS REEKING HAVOC ON MY DISABLED VETERAN SO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY IT'S THE BEST THING MY FAMILY EVER DID THE HACKERS WOULD CHANGE YOUR EMAILS MY STALKERS ACTUALLY USED HER BLACK FACE TO OPEN MY PHONE WE REPLACED THOSE PHONES WITH UNHACKABLE ONES SIMS CARDSVAFTER SIM CARDS SHE WOULD BREAK IN GRAB OLD PHONES SEARCHING OUR DESK FOR PASS CODES EVEN BANK CODES ACTUALLY ATTEMPTED TO DEPOST A CHECK FRAUD WASTE AND THE TELLY HACKER CLONING DEVISES IS VERY SCARY SHE TRIED HACKING INTO GOVERMENT ACCOUNTS IT WAS A HORRID ATTACK ON DISABLED AMERICANS I RECIEVED THREATS BLACKMAIL EXTORTION TODAY WE ARE AWARE AND SAFE WITH DATA LITERALLY
Sofa Chances
A veteran who served this land
Employed by a sofa shop
In Bethesda, Maryland
Made an afternoon delivery stop
Lovely lady came to the door
Wearing provocative dress
He put the couch on the floor
And sat down quickly to catch his breath
He on one end of the sofa
And she perched on the other
Thought he'd move a bit closer
Carefully, like a swimming otter
His first brash move caused him to fear
The sofa made a strange sound
But he wanted to get near
So he stood his sofa-sitting ground
After some agonizing moves
He managed to reach her end
And thought how he might improve
His chances to make her a close friend
He whispered into her cute ear
She shrieked like it was doomsday
"Fool, Why did you stay in here?"
My cop husband is in the driveway
Now he's a very swift runner
But the K-9 had great speed
Cop put him in his cruiser
And drove him over to Walter Reed
After required medical care
And handcuffed to his bedrail
The cop didn't charge him a fare
Just transported him to county jail
* This is actually the 2nd friend with eye issue. The first one died of clotting.
* In addition, the adverse effects in general are NOT uncommon! The numbers are very high at the VAERS reporting system which is only a fraction reported of the massive numbers happening to all ages.
* I am sorry if people don't like hearing this, but I want people to understand and I do speak truth in my poetry. If you don't like it, that's OK too, please just ignore. I want people warned before it hits close to home for them. Thank you.
____________________________________________________
My veteran friend, got an eye issue verified
Stunned by how much they lied!
An adverse effect from the vaccine
How could the lying producers be so mean?
Surgery was needed to help with his fight
Then, came the aggressive neck cancer too!
This surgery was delayed, as the tumor grew
Finally it happened, five hours it took!
It was baseball size, muscles/nerves cut, his world shook
Never able to lift his arm, trouble swallowing, nerve damage done
This horrible tragedy that plays out, can be denied by no-one!
Then while in the hospital, he gets Covid Too!
Trying to survive everything a useless vaccine threw -
Don’t do it I say! Research the evidence now!
These crimes against humanity are real, acknowledge it somehow!
Heidi Sands
5/15/22
I was born in the dusk of March.
There was a blizzard, I’m told.
But I don’t remember it that way.
So much for “out like a lamb,”
and at an ounce over ten pounds,
my mother likely shares the sentiment.
I was a baby elephant.
My formative years were electric blues and neon pinks.
Chester Cheetah, He Man and Max Hedrum.
Our family was teetering on poverty, probably.
We lived on the west side of a dead-end street
with limitless possibilities.
Three sisters and four brothers aside,
I was an only child.
Awkwardly, I attempted my teens,
But oh, those glasses…
They probably had potential,
had I been a decade or seven older.
My prized possession was a saxophone
and I couldn’t gain weight if I tried.
I was a six foot something 2x4.
Somewhere along the way, I can’t say why,
The U.S. Air Force took me in.
They introduced me to avionics and a girl,
a doe eyed product of the dust bowl.
She danced from the hip and into my heart.
She became my first and last kiss.
I was a blushing bridegroom.
Now I’m a two-year veteran of fatherhood,
and an over-qualified desk clerk.
I’m the type who would sooner memorize pi
one or two decimal points past useful
than find it by an infinite series expansion.
I cherish creative outlets, so today,
I am a poet.
04/17/15