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There Goes My Soul

Inspired by a storyline from a fierce TV show, "Ultimate Force". With thanks and respect to our Special Air Service (SAS) and all those who fight for our country. May we show gratitude for your efforts and sacrifices.

"Who Dares Wins" is the SAS motto. 

There goes my soul
By Michelle Morris
06/05/2023

There goes my soul
My body left behind
In these foreign lands
Soil soaked with my blood

No more will I feel
My country's free air in my lungs
No more will I know
The love of my family and friends

There goes my soul
My body burns, it is a pyre
All that is left is the emotions
That in loved ones I've inspired

All I take is my wisdom
The enlightenment that flows within
My soul filled with this essence
As I live on in the Universe's prism

My fellow warriors are left here
They will go on without me
My family will mourn my passing
My grave a token to my identity 

There goes my soul
I fly high to Heaven's freedom 
No regrets for my choices
Being a warrior for my people

© Michelle Morris, 2023

SAS information: 
www.nam.ac.uk/explore/SAS

"The Special Air Service (SAS) is famous around the world. Its highly trained men are renowned for their skills in covert surveillance, close-combat fighting and hostage rescue. The SAS was created during the Second World War, when small bands of soldiers were dropped behind enemy lines in North Africa and Europe. Since then, it has been deployed in most of Britain's wars."


Premium Member To a Veteran

Thank you for your faith
in the country you so love
that you’d offer up your life
in a cataclysmic strife.
Thank you for your courage, 
although you shook inside. 
You did all that was required, 
no matter what the price.

The noise of guns and mortar 
convulsed the fetid air.
You saw beloved comrades
lie bleeding at your side.
You suffered pain and conflict
when you had to kill another,
against what you’d been taught,
to love, not hate, your brother.

We call you strong and brave
and admire your fortitude,
but the toll that it has taken
is in your mind and soul.
To kill for love of country
and the freedoms we possess
takes strength we can’t imagine,
 and thanks are not enough!

Premium Member The National Debt

No mind was ever meant to bear
That torment, pain and sorrow.
In that cacophony of hell,
Their lives forged our tomorrow. 

Called to duty, through their service, 
Through their sacrifice and loss, 
The foundations for our future
Were fashioned from their cross.

Far beyond the bounds of nature
Their mortal frames were tested
In bloodied, flea ridden trenches
Their fractured bodies rested.

Those bodies now, in foreign lands
Beneath fields of marble crosses
Bear testament to sacrifice
And countless wartime losses. 

May future generations 
That break upon the shore,
Not forget the pains they suffered
Nor the mental scars of war.

Look upon the scarlet poppy,
See the blood amongst the wheat 
Know the quantum of their sacrifice
Times passage won’t deplete

To those that gave their future
We all owe this National Debt
The terms are very simple
Just that we must not forget.
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Form: Rhyme

On Veterans Day

He is an old Vet now, weighed down by the years.
He walks slowly with a limp, and has grey hair, eye glasses and hearing aids.

Ah, but there once was a day when he was young and strong.
A day when he raised his hand and swore to support the Constitution and protect 
the people.
A day he stood erect, proudly wore his uniform and gave crisp salutes.
A day he shook his fathers hand, kissed his mother goodbye and went off to war.

A day he stood firmly and bravely against aggressive foes and did not falter.
A day he saw things a young man should not have to see.
A day he did things a young man should not have to do.
And day he wept over the graves of his fallen comrades.

Yes he remembers all these things.
He stands as the flag passes by in the parade and he salutes it as he has done many times before...
And he remembers.

November Dear

November dear, chart the end of the year
just sixty days to shop before Christmas.
You honor Veterans who volunteer
while we rejoice, they do not enlist us.
 
Halloween's his ‘try, all but the candy,
enough for you, November, till the end.
Election also done, we wait, AND we
speculate - what will such changes impend?
 
Tell, what bides in the ides of November?
what unknowns, what secrets will you reveal?
Political passions we remember 
likely need at least two more years to heal.
 
Thanksgiving time, at last comes to this rhyme
gratitude to God, highlight for many.
Dear November, extra days-off are prime
but better blessings God gives a ‘plenty.

November 9, 2022
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member FREEDOM AND VETERANS DAY

Today we celebrate our Veterans, it’s a day to formally address
and thank the veterans for the freedoms we Americans possess.

Our veterans are inextricably linked with our freedom…
ensuring our freedom is what all Veteran’s do
If you have ever doubted this…let me spell it out for you.

Freedom should be VALUED in this or any land
It is the right of every individual...something to demand.

Freedom, true freedom, when all is said and done
is not meant for just a few…it is meant for EVERYONE.

Freedom should be TREASURED and universally embraced…
It should never be taken for granted…dishonored or erased.

Freedom, as Abe Lincoln knew, is the last best hope on EARTH
It is one of the dreams we we pray for at the bedside of each birth.

Freedom must RADIATE from each of us, it’s a song the world must sing
from every church bell in the land…freedom should always ring.

Freedom derives from ACTION and should be the goal of you and me
that our actions help every person in this world say with confidence, “I am free.”

And though many of us in this country know freedom and feel blessed
we must remember NONE of us is truly free when others are oppressed.

Finally freedom is SPIRITUAL, it truly make a person whole
 when the freedom in their heart matches the freedom in their soul.

But once our veteran’s ensure our freedom…once our freedom has been gained
It’s up to us to honor them…to show their fight was not in vain.

Because freedom hangs by a tenuous thread…as many with freedom have forgot…
and either everyone on Earth is free…or everyone is not.

So we pray for the day people everywhere will come and go as they please
that they’ll be afforded the ability to travel around the world with ease.

And as we honor and thank our Veterans today…
we pray for the day we will see
A world where everyone in every corner of this planet
is safe…secure…and free
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Thank You

I have never served in the military.
I can only imagine what it must be like
to have served in the wars and conflicts;
Or the myriads of tasks for which you are
called upon and to which you always say "Yes".

My heart is warmed each time I see anyone
in a military uniform, and if the opportunity
presents itself, I will humbly say, "THANK YOU".

Yes. "THANK YOU" for your service to your great
country.  "THANK YOU" for giving up many of your
personal freedoms so that I may remain free.
"THANK YOU" for surrendering your personal pursuits
so that I may freely pursue my hopes and dreams.
"THANK YOU" for taking orders from your superiors
so I need not feel inferior to any people or nation.
For this and so much more, "THANK YOU, sir, mam".

110924PS

Rest Well, My Soldier

The men marched by with their heads held high,
Flowers and garlands in the air as the crowd cheered,
The little boy watched with eyes of wonder,
Straining to see through the mass of grateful onlookers.
"I can't see!" He shrieked in nervous excitement,
As the father picked him up on his shoulders.
His blue eyes sparkled with awed admiration,
When one from the troop turned towards him.
His father saluted - he followed suit,
And the man smiled with a nod of acceptance.
As the day came to an end and the streets emptied,
The duo walked back home over the scattered petals.
"I want to be him, papa!" the boy said,
His voice that of a determined four year old.
The father chuckled as he put him down,
His hand going up in a salute for his son.

Fifteen years and not much has changed,
Except for the war that wrecked the city now.
Death and starvation a constant companion,
Distant gunshots the only lullaby children slept to.
The streets were crowded once again,
As barely nourished men crawled the lanes.
The men in khaki carried home a box with pride,
No flowers and garlands this time around.
A blue eyed boy barely out of his youth,
Laid inside in a peaceful slumber.
A voice rang out amongst the masses,
"Papa! I want to be him!" his wail echoed through the night.

Premium Member Just Another Veterans Day

Just Another Veterans Day
By Franklin Price
11/11/2015

Just another Veterans Day
As one, I have something to say:
We answered to the drum and fife,
For a time, another kind of life.

To march in step and learn to shoot,
Follow orders or get the boot,
Right in the butt; at least we thought
Respect and discipline we were taught.

Our drill instructor not our friend
Yet one on whom we could depend
Trained us well for what would come
So far it was than started from

Some did enlist. Some draft did call.
Once in the same, yes, one and all
No matter color, race or creed 
All were there to fill a  need

Some to combat would report
Would give their all to hold the fort.
Suffer wounds of body, mind,
Will never leave that life behind.

I wrote this poem to commemorate
The Veterans that we celebrate
And at it's end I have to say
For us, it's never: “ Just another Veterans Day”
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Last Day of November

The Last Day of November
By Franklin Price
11/30/2021

It's the last day of November
My most favorite month of year
The leaves have changed and fallen
And the skies are blue and clear

The time moved back an hour
We remembered Veterans Day
Filled our tummies on some Turkey
As we moved along the way

Birthdays, and anniversaries
Came and went to celebrate
Thank you Lord, that we're still living
And, as of yet, not met our fate

Jack frost is nipping at the air
It's the last full month of Fall
Tomorrow is December
And the final month of  all

Autumn changes into Winter
Lights are lit for Christmas season
Gifts exchanged will make us happy
Baby Jesus is the reason

The year will then be ending
Twenty-one to twenty-two
Changing out the calendar
To face the year anew

To all my family and friends
I'm sending you some hugs and love
 Be kind and good to everyone
God is watching from above

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!
Form: Rhyme

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