Long Veterans Poems
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Phantom feelings...
stinging prickly reminders
that missing attachments
were parts of real healing.
Painful loss replays
trauma bond tricks and treats.
Days of death danced a two-step
with hot held hope
Two faced masking for supply.
Divine love's inculcation
Came from a different angle,
crossing over from an unusual side.
Damage control diagnosis
is clear cut hope
in clean-cut separation
from what had already died.
Mind-Heart becomes supple
when you don't need to split
your Self into two states-
your odds at each other's throat.
Drop the knives.
You stabbed yourself in the foot
so many times.
Face that fork in the road-
You brought your broken heart here.
Face prosthetic help
Like all those veterans of false soul mate war.
Facing choice that is no choice
forces you to stand up.
Walk forward on your own two feet...
The future is a fearless clean slate.
Aqua M Pen Umbra Poems
02/02/2024.
Phantom Sensation/Pain after Amputation: When the missing part of a limb is still "felt." May feel as if the mission part of your limb is asleep. Stronger sensations that feel like burning, twisting, cramping, aching, are called "Phantom Pain." (Do research.)
Phantom Emotions are described as emotional reactions from childhood that persist and get triggered, causing us a great deal of unnecessary pain and suffering. Our brain and nervous system can hardwire memories of painful experiences from childhood that are no longer there.
According to Helen Kramer, renowned author, therapist, it's possible to identify these phantom emotions, and replace them, and live as the empowered, confident adults we always desired to be.
There is Hope.
It’s at centre of the table
The drink to Absent Friend
Standing there untouched
Until the meeting’s end.
The first round tipped to it
In a solemn, silent salute
In the standing tradition
Of paying our tribute.
Some fell in action,
Some fell to the booze,
Some by their own hand,
Some you win, some you lose.
We don’t make any judgement,
Don’t ask any reason why,
Just thinking that, so easily,
Could have been you or I.
We each have our Absent Friend
And we drink to them one and all,
Just for that moment bring each
Back to mind in silent recall.
No matter how long the meeting
Each ends in the same way
With The Absent Friends Drink,
Untouched, being poured away
We Are Okay
The heater is running,
I can hear it's pleasant song.
Making the house warm.
We are blessed.
So many this night, are cold.
So many will have nowhere to sleep.
They will probably be hungry.
Not for the first time,
sadly, not for the last.
Veterans and homeless,
immigrants with and without papers...
God sees the hearts of all.
He is coming.
Powerful people,
with too much of everything,
sitting on the backs of those
that have nothing at all.
Food, shelter, safety.
The answer is complicated,
and clear.
It is simple and easy to read,
but hard to understand.
If your heart is not open.
If you are closed off from the truth.
Then the word is "dare".
Step out of the shadow,
into the light of day.
Pray.
Soon the clarity of everything
that is anything at all,
worth living for,
will be made
whole in your life.
Be ready,
if you can...
Fourth of July whistles and blasts
erratic pops sounding like shots
bring back images from my past
things I thought I had long forgot
“Mind over matter- I'm okay”
I tell myself amid the din
but pretense quickly falls away
as panic rises from within
Shattering silence in the air
this booming breaks my fragile peace
like psychological warfare
it wears me down and will not cease
This hellish siege goes on all night
and will go on for days and days...
primal mind caught in fight or flight
(Oblivious, to them- it's play!)
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For some of us, holidays with fireworks (Independence Day, New Years) are no picnic. While you enjoy the 4th, please think of others (especially veterans and others with PTSD...). When people set off fireworks in restricted neighborhoods, there is virtually no refuge for us!
~Veteran's Day Tribute~
(Hotan)
It's Veteran's day
Today we honour all the
Living military veterans
For they do
Today remember
Their bravery
And their sacrifice
We're so proud of all
American Veterans from all wars
They keep us safe, free.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
November.11.2015
~Authors Notes:
~On November, 11, 2015... here in the USA, we celebrate "Veteran's Day"
Please remember and pay honor to all our American men and women in the Military, the Air force, the Navy etc...from the very long past, to the present and future generations. They sacrifice a lot and some have sacrificed it all ...they give it all they have... and too many have given it their all....their own very lives.
Please support all our American troops in any way you can not just this day, today, but everyday.
Veterans helping veterans
That’s how the code goes
For there are certain things
Only a fellow veteran knows.
On the local radio news
The newsreader had said
A man was attacked
And been found dead.
He didn't wear specs yet
A pair perched on his nose.
I said good morning to him
Why are you wearing those.
He took them off muttering
From a bloke I killed last night
And before I could react
He was gone out of sight,
Away through the door.
I thought how absurd
I though that I really
Must have misheard.
Checked with Police
Thought it best
But they’d already
Made a valid arrest.
He came back that night
Getting on for quite late,
Said he couldn’t cope
Was going to self immolate,
Could he borrow money to
Fill his empty petrol can,
Just twenty four and a
Four tour Afghan Veteran.
We called the police who
Spared him the Hell
Of locking him up
In a cold Police cell.
Had him sectioned,
Taken into proper care,
Qualified people to
Look after him there.
He’s fully recovered now
With a child and loving wife
Seems to have settled down
To a stable and normal life.
If I see him these days
He doesn’t greet or speak,
Says I betrayed his trust
That long ago fateful week.
I was hurt at first
But pleased we won
For he’s still alive
So good job done.
Veterans helping veterans
That’s how the code goes
For there are certain things
Only a fellow veteran knows
Paul and Lydia Marino were ambushed.
While paying respects to their son.
Even a place of final rest isn't safe anymore.
The killer was BLACK; the elderly couple were WHITE.
That's why it moved at the speed of light...
to the back of the news breadline.
BLACK on WHITE crime doesn't sell well,
Ratings won't pop as it does for a poor BLACK man
Paul and Lidia couldn't breathe either.
Where is the outrage?
Where are the civil rights activists?
Where are those two rabid reverends?
Why do we not ever call BLACK-on-WHITE crime
a hate crime?
Nobody is taking banners to the streets
for Paul and Lidia.
Nobody is breathing for them.
Somebody must breathe for them.
Toss kindling atop this stack of complacency.
Rest in peace, Paul and Lidia Marino.
Killed by a Black racist in a veterans' cemetery.
Time’s masters, tamers of Nature;
Hunters upon deserts and rocky plains;
Enemies of failure and all the detractors of human stature;
United States; a united people;
Novelties of age but veterans of success,
Inclined to abolish depravities that cripple
The sons of men who with faith profess
Extra-precious abilities of mankind
Denied by the tyrants of ages behind.
Solemn fighters against the recalcitrant norms,
That have separated brother from brother
And maimed the fraternal warmth in homes.
Terrible storms you’ve braved;
Extensive are your boundaries,
So numerous are the paths you’ve paved.
Over division unity of all you’ve chosen;
Fallen are the fetters that bound so often.
America the land of bounty,
Millions are your citizens;
Ever filled with patriotism true and loyalty lofty.
Rich in glory and full of fame,
Invincible on both land and sea; of an indelible name;
Caring for the lame and mindful of the old,
Advanced in civilization; unmatched in silver and gold!
(I dedicate this composition to the dignified people of the United States of America)
On Independence Day at dusk, the sky I’ll view.
Then I’ll be thrilled by fireworks of red, white, and blue.
The waning gibbous moon will be a joy to see.
I’ll pause and think of where I am and why I’m free.
On Memorial Day, once called Decoration Day,
while burgers grill, drinks chill, and all the children play,
adults will praise those who died to make enemies flee.
I’ll pause and think of where I am and why I’m free.
On Veterans Day, we’ll shake the hands of those
who fought for this democracy we love that grows
stronger with time. “The Lord be with you” is our plea.
I’ll pause and think of where I am and why I’m free.
Today, while outside reading, I hear a flapping sound.
Curious, I search for it from treetops to the ground.
Now, nearby our country’s flag I see. Humbled as can be,
I’ll pause and think of where I am and why I’m free.
This poem I'd inspired by the broken, lost and weary people who make all of us in this world survive. The veterans, the poor people who work the plants for little reward, and all those who struggle but keep fighting. Keep on fighting with a warriors heart eventually may our world be well.
A hundred years I battle time,
A thousand scars mark every climb.
Ten thousand wounds, yet still I stand—
The ash, the flame, the trembling hand.
Was all I bled for born to dust?
The oaths, the bonds, the shattered trust?
The gods are silent, the world is still,
But even silence bends to will.
I’ve given all—my youth, my name,
My heart to honor, soul to flame.
Yet if this breath is all that’s mine,
Then let it burn the end of time.
Let fear be drowned beneath my cry,
Let stars bear witness as I die.
For though I fall, my spirit flies—
A soldier’s truth: the brave never dies.
So strike your drums and let them hear,
The dying song that knows no fear.
For in this heart, through blood and pain,
The warrior’s fire shall rise again.