Long Vietnam Poems
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76 years today a legend retires his bat
70 years today another loses his battle
87 years today a nation gets back pride
49 years today Wal-Mart lures us inside
60 years today Bob and Ray on NBC radio
60 years today the Milky Way says hello
74 years today Amelia never flies again
71 years today Hitler infringes England
35 years today Vietnam resides its hate
32 years today Susan shows up at a bank
47 years today Johnson ends segregation
545 past since a Nostradamus prediction
50 years today Hemingway publishes fate
235 to the day the SCC vote to seperate*
*More: http://te.patch.com/articles/why-july-2-is-really-americas-independence-day
I really honor Elizabeth Dole foundation
what it really means to be a caregiver
I'm the caregiver of my husband's
memories now ipte y wn anxieties
all 101 airborne west Mooreland
my husband is indeed a hero he was
captured a pow Vietnam he was placed
in what they call a hooch he and four other
troops managed to escape set out searching
for other pow's they went in and found senator
John mccain with tears in his eyes he describes
how broken and brave John was he referred
to him as his brother who couldn't walk the four
men carried him out he describes a cage with rage
not as glamorous as the hooch a hut infested
where he was stored the four men rescued
John who was flighted out the four men stayed
on their post starvation and draught the water
contaminated three men refused to drink the crater
water meaning water standing in left over bombs
my husband drank the crater water the three others died
that night from dehydration my husband survived
only by drinking contaminated water suffering
tremendously today my granddaughter has orders
to Kuwait in deep prayers I anticipate the upcoming date
Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this place.
There lies O'Riely, without a face.
Coopers' leg still on the hill.
He feels the pain in that leg; still.
The Bravest one of all.
Sargeant Farhnom, Five foot tall.
Carrying wounded to a safety trench.
Back and forth, through a deadly stench.
Dedicated to Sargeant Stephen Farhnom and VietNam Vets.
Inspired by the Contest; " World of War: Vietnam "
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Honorable Mention
The many days and nights caring for your disabled spouse picking up many pieces lot's of tissues for crying in silence you know you matter an yet you are the sole caregiver an yet you yourself are broken you begin to feel worthless because how can you help more when you suffer with PTSD and you are caring for someone suffering with ptsd the sheets are always sweatie night terrors now you hear the cries as you awakened within the night time broken having your own night terrors daily calendars medication despenser you are a disabled pair an yet here we are my wearing wires pregnant the fbi hearing my fetus heartbeat he never left Vietnam and yet I'm here holding my spouse he's here holding me i am reminded of Gene Hackman finally days watching his deceased wife hisbcaregiver suffering while with Alzheimers her remains mummified the two of them dying with their dog alone in their home my prayers are with his family his loved ones sometimes when you care for others you find that you yourself become invisible their needs are always ahead of your pwns that's what make you the compassionate person you are someone else needs you more and that's what it means to be a caregiver to always give more of yourself i am fondly reminded of Elizabeth Dole Fondation her dedication to her husband and the many caregivers and their families
My sergeant said you've been trained well you know what to do
Your assignment an ambush, do not return until the sky is blue.
We gathered our weapons and lots of ammo
And waited till dark then said he it’s time to go.
We set-up behind a Pagoda in a cemetery
Surrounded by graves, it was kinda scary.
There in Vietnam overlooking an open field.
I sat and waited; on my lap an M-15 I yield.
In slow degrees though silent, the hours passed;
In the darkness my fear has yet to be surpassed.
It stated to rain obstructing my field of vision
I said a prayer; it was a time of deep contrition
In those clamorous moment before blood and death
I closed my eyes, lifted my head and took a deep breath.
Behind the Pagoda, the hour drew near.
I looked at my buddy's eyes filled with fear.
Before I knew it his M-60 let loose
There were so many it wasn’t hard to choose.
In all of those moments as the bullets flew,
The fear of death it griped, it grew!
There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.
Still we remained instilled with Marine Corps pride.
The exchange of fire ended and my buddy fell dead.
I looked up to God and silently plead.
I saw the carnage, quivered and trembled in silent rage.
No time for sorrow, for the enemy we'll still engage
I sought the sunshine through bloodstained eyes.
I knew that in war we cannot compromise.
I sniffed the damp soil, decaying and pungent with leafy mold.
At eighteen my buddy laid dead, a life story never to be told.
I soughtGod's mercy to easy my guilt.
Pierced to its poisonous hilt.
With dark vague eyes I started to cry.
I held his hand and said my last good bye.
I felt deserted I wanting to go home.
For me--farthest from deaths port to roam.
For in this darkness I silently grieve
And sought my comfort to relieve
The worth of that, is that which it contains
Where a bullet-riddled pagoda still remains.
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 2)
His name was
Flight Left-Tennant V.C.Burton,
or "Victor Charlie Bravo", when he
got pulled over by the cops, explaining
"a sherbert or two Lynette, but not on the rocks".
though he makes me spell it
off by heart
“Flight L.I.E.U.T.E.N.A.N.T”.
for spelling it right I get
Lamingtons and a hot Cuppa sugary Tea.
Royal Australian Airforce
(R.A.A.F.) - "R Double A, F"
his current stint,
“Mate! Airforce base with all the big Spitfires
and Jet Fighters, Amberley,"
then later after
"THE" "Event"
(quotation marks hushed reverent tone)...
he asks for posting up the Mountain
7 Stores Depot,
free reign of the "Mess"
where there he is the Commander's Adjutant,
his rank still Flight Left-Tennant...
I think they must be very messy there
and he cleans up all the mess.
"The Yanks say Loo-Tennant!”
he advised in his Sargent Major way -
his pride of course
were the medals
he wore from his Tour of Duty days...
First Regiment into Vietnam
Saigon based, Royal Australian Army
way back-in-the-day.
“We're HOME Nan”, he gently
carries me out of the car
up to bed
from the rented
Airforce Base home's
driveway.
It's no tin shed, it's a flaming Fibro Mansion.
“I’ll get your sisters next,
Cream Buns for Breakfast!
Tomorrow’s Sunday”.
It was Saturday night,
we’d been for a visit down
the mountain to North East
near the Ocean that day
to lay flowers on
HER grave.
“We’ll do Bribie Island another day.
I’ll read you bloody Loose Arabs 3",
this delivered so so not P.C.,
"the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner,
tomorrow night. I’ve had enough
of the Nicene Creed for one day!”.
Piano for the Self Taught? Well,
that’s a story for another
day, something that can’t be
bought.
Priceless in it’s own way.
This is a story of
Love,
“Unconditional” -
the Lovejoy-Burton Way.
...to be continued.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
1."RoadToLovejoy- (Piano for the Self Taught)"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8dPPtMiwl4
Alice
I got my draft notice in 1971
Nam was winding down
I didn’t wanna go.
So, I started hummin a song,
just a few bars mind you
about Alice, you remember
Alice. This is a song about Alice
and the war of course.
I thought I would have to report
Then I remembered my special crime
I committed in Stockbridge, Mass.
Garbage, that was the ticket.
My friend and I had put our garbage
In a pile with other garbage
Sad part was we left an envelope with
my name on it. Officer Obie tracked me down
that clever scoundrel. We thought we would be
charged with a misdemeanor. Oh no, we were
charged with a minor felony and fined $250 and
Had to pick up that garbage.
I had to still report to the draft board.
I walked in and this fast talkin’ sergeant
Has me fill out all kinda forms.
Then, the last question was
Have you been rehabilitated?
I was perplexed. How could they
ask me to kill women and children
and wonder if I was remorseful of
my special crime of littering.
I told the sergeant so
and he told me we don’t like your kind
and to get out.
Went back to Stockbridge, Mass and
Had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner
with Alice-you remember Alice.
It has been twenty years. I need
to get back to Stockbridge and
see if Alice still has her restaurant.
I Spent My time
By Franklin Price
5/20/2015
I spent my time within the force
As did many then of course
Could have been to college free
But college life was not for me
I could say that duty called
To go where they would shave me bald
But that would be a little lie
Of why I went where I might die
To earn my way's what I was taught
Free was not something I had bought
The Force would teach if I would learn
The pay was little no cash to burn
But I was earning so I did well
Through basic tech my tale to tell
Followed orders marched to school
Left with honors was no fool
Then to a base that had the bomb
Spent a year in Vietnam
During that time I lived through Tet
I saw a lot but won the bet
Came back home without a scratch
No damages no wounds to patch
Touched down to my very soul
But unlike others came home whole
That time I spent without regret
Gave to my country it gives back yet
The things I learned have seen me through
For all my life and all I do
It don't do much good lookin' back
But maybe if we could
We'd find another way to take
That'd be for a greater good
Maybe it's worth a look
The preacher he thought we should
Nineteen seventy-nine it was
And times was pretty rough
Merle egged the truckers on
And they shot the highways up
They're burnin' Five Points down
Right there in Levittown
Six hours in the gas lines
Then they tell us they run out
Pregnant lady gets up front
Then she's beat up by the crowd
Was a pillow anyways
That's how it was those days
It's been thirty some odd years
Since we really won a war
We left our souls in Vietnam
And still don't know what for
Now Ayatollahs run Iran
Russians in Afghanistan
OPEC's holding back our gas
And we've had enough of that
So the preacher man that tends our flock
Well he goes on TV
He says I been on my mountaintop
Tryin' to see what I could see
Now I'll tell y'all what I heard
I will share with you the Word
If there's anything that's clear to me
It's that we're mired in malaise
Our confidence is mighty low
We ought to change our ways
We're Americans after all
We should be standing tall
We just put a man on the Moon
So we got to fix this soon
Now as your humble pastor
I issue you this call
We must wean ourselves from foreign oil
And do it once and for all
This is gonna take sacrifice
We will pay a heavy price
It'll be one helluva fight
But we'll do it 'cause it's right
Our congregation thought a lot about
What the preacher said that day
But what he asked of us was just too much
So we took the easy way
Maybe that cost us more
Thirty years of Mid East war
With no sign of an end
Could he have been right back then?
Somewhere there is a system
If one decides to study and listen
Finding global position
To finish its mission
Here we go shooting for the moon
Showing the kids lovely cartoons
And teaching them of a big blue marble
Such a life full of marvel
Then later in the day
There are sports all over the world they say
Using a satellite link
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think
For into space
Visual communication technology builds its case
Now in the two thousands
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore
Trying to open a mysterious door
This is how it goes
Being a super power you know
We are the best
From all the rest
Having beauty and brains
In our arsenal of gains
And paths to peacefully complain
But there seems to be something wrong
With our patriotic song
Did we over play our moralistic hand?
Helping others take a stand?
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast
Celebrating modernization coast to coast
On this Fourth of July
When we recount separation from King George’s lies
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient
And make it a healthy nation
First prescription is respect and trust
Second would understand others without a fuss
If we can handle that
Not acting like spoiled brats
Our goals may come alive
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try
While exhibiting the all American rally cry