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Enemies are bound to return fire,
heading for the hills, higher and higher,
taking cover, while blood stains the grounds,
women and children always in considerate danger,
battles, blind them, rob them, and make them useless casualties,
they continue fighting into the night, and no one seems to tire,
as the sounds of gun-fire
fill the air, constantly, and without care.
The wounded looking up trying to find God’s stare,
begging for help, and carrying along so much fear,
as another wounded soldier chops off his shooting hand,
trying to tell his enemies that he wants no more fight,
he will no longer follow a command.
Tears poured, blood shot out,
but it was all for peace as he looked for God’s gaze,
through the smoke filled haze.
An old woman exploded as she was holding a sign of peace,
God shook his head, but he didn’t look away,
he was so caught up in the drama to say the least.
He offered the humans light,
they chose night,
he offered the humans peace, but they’d rather fight.
This was all part of God’s Panoramic view,
A bomb took a child into the dark,
ugliness and fear is even heard in a dog’s bark,
coming from a distance, but silenced immediately,
In truth, he didn’t know why humans killed one another,
shooting sisters, killing mothers,
and making destruction of his land a positive thing,
but through all this hate,
he sees a sign of hope and compassion.
A young boy drags his wounded brother and hides him in a hole,
the enemies come,
and he wasn’t done,
he covers the hole with rags and weeds,
then he lifted his knees,
hugged them to his chest,
tells the enemies he’s alone,
so they shoot him and put him to rest,
all on God’s Canvas,
his panoramic view,
his earth being punished,
and he just didn’t know what to do.
So God Cries, and he cries,
tears becomes rain,
and rain becomes pain.
But what that young man did to save his brother,
was that little sign of hope,
Humans need it so they could cope,
and some day change and get what's due,
perhaps God could have a different panoramic view.
Smearing live cells, with those of the dead
As fires rage higher within,
Hold up a hand to cover your eyes
Lest your soul be scarred by sin.
We shovel the dead, two at a time
To their first installment of hell,
As flames tear hungrily through their body
Their charred souls are left to dwell.
You can hear them screeching as doors close
Engulfing their corpses in flames,
Clawing for the chance of salvation
These iron walls echo their pain.
When all is done, I stand for a while
Fearing to touch hundreds of lives,
They echo to me remorseful despair
For soldiers who fed them lies.
My mind gone blank, I see no more
Whilst dark ashes bleed in the room,
Out of this portal their ruins do rush
To warn the blind of their doom.
I breathe it in, a cloud of cinders
They scramble to get in my lungs,
For I am the slayer of my own
Let the devils scrape out my tongue.
Time only waits so long, my friend
His razor claws beckons round the bend
I now know too much, the demons shall send
And this incarceration is too my end.
*This was a poem created by a promt word CREMATORIUM, and as I tend to write in darkness,
I chose to write about perhaps the biggest known crematorium, used to burn millions in
Nazi camps. Now my knowledge is not completely sound, but I recall from my history lessons
that the final cruelty towards their victims [Jewish in particular] was to burn their
bodies. This meant no Jewish prisoner could be reunited with God in their community nor
their loved one's eyes, as they believe a body is needed for God to find and welcome them.
The Nazi's used prisoners to help "sweep up" the remains, until the prisoners began to see
too much and they then killed them as well, although obviously evidence was leaked out and
this is why we know today. This poem is written in the POV of a prisoner, i know it is
extremely unlikely they were made to actually burn the bodies, but it fitted better. Sorry
if I offend anyone with this and thank you for reading.*
Ice Burge And The Warning
What is life
memories fade away
like youth and the things of the day
talent, skills, and lessons learned
the heat of a flame that burns
poetic passions
and thoughts discerned
time and days to live and learn
who and what to serve
the Jews serve God by remembering his days
yet I fear very few
are familiar with his ways
and don't you think it's kind of funny
look at how much they love their money
those who expect extras for free
when your already working for them
cheap cheap cheap
will never leave you a tip
but they'll push or guilt you for a discount
even if your already pissed
those who learn to serve Mammon
sail upon deep and dangerous waters
in their mighty yet sinking ships
It is a warning
for I fear that another Hitler will rise
or worse
the anti-Christ
the son of God was a Jew
and don't you ever wonder
who and what are you
can you see the world through eyes like these
the Sabbath a sign between God and his own
yet the world rests with the beast
and he just might sink his teeth into you
on his next holy day feast
it is a warning
a warning to the children of God
and to the world
and to all of those who become filled with greed
you cannot love God and Mammon
God's true children are humble and meek
you cannot be his child
with out a heart full of love and charity
possession oppression possession oppression
war a demonic feast
and the world will surely destroy herself
I just pray she does not destroy you or me
I offend all for all offend God
who lives without sin
every woman and every man
needs to earnestly repent
and can you see what time it is
the monster sits upon his high mountain
and the world worships him
growing in power and saying, "I am Christian"
all the while teaching the world to sin
and who on this earth is your faithful friend
may the word of the Lord haunt you
until the bitter end
Form:
"Missing in Action" they claim you to be
As you fight the war for us to be free.
We have sensed your presence, felt your pain
That you have suffered for our country's name.
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We feel you are out there, still alive;
Some of you still alive.
Only God will ever know the tears
You have cried.
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You are somebody's father, some mother's son
That's left with just memories And feelings that are numb
Heaven's gates will be open for you
For all the torture you had to go through.
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God rewards His angels with blessings on high
And you're in that number, and you know why.
Our eyes are now dry from shedding of tears
But you can't dry the memories, they last through the years.
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You are our hero now gone with the past.
You left us our freedom, it's ours at last.
No matter the cost, whatever we do
A torch will always burn for you.
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Because of you there's hope for tomorrow
Because of you the sun will shine.
Because of your life there's hope for the future
And there will be PEACE for all mankind.
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© November 1, 2001
Written by Ann Hart
IN MEMORY OF THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO NEVER CAME HOME FROM WAR,,,
TO GOD BE THE GLORY
Form:
Vera Lynn's, "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Keeps streaming through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over!
'Tis a poignant reminder of sad and cheerless days during World War Two,
Yet, the Cliffs themselves were a beacon of hope when things were looking blue.
What a beautiful sight for weary bomber crews returning from flak-filled skies!
Seeing those venerable Cliffs, thanking God for their safe return with joyous cries!
Brave young men would live another day to carry on the battle with wings of flight;
On the 'morrow some to live, some to die to rid the world of tyranny's blight!
Royal Air Force pilots clashed in battle o'er the Cliffs - so very few, the very brave,
Defending Britain's shores as enemy planes flew from France in wave after wave!
Alas, many forfeited their lives on The Altar of Honor defending precious liberty.
They placed national destiny above their own that their countrymen might live free.
On a clear day the Cliffs could be seen gleaming from across the Dover Straits.
'Twas surely a beacon of hope for those across the sea facing uncertain fates.
They placed their hope in God praying that their comrades from across the way,
Would come to carry the Torch of Freedom to their shores one glorious day!
The magnificent South Foreland Lighthouse above the Cliffs today stands tall,
And brave men lie in hallowed graves awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call.
And Vera Lynn's "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Yet streams through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over and over!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Until Then
Dawn has arrived and I hardly knew it.
Sitting and writing, I thought right through it.
Feelings about God and the need for peace,
Obsessed my soul, brought hope; pure love released.
I wish that I could wave a magic wand.
And bring to all mankind a loving bond.
Causing the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed will be displaced.
Alas, my heart takes flight away from fate.
And binds itself to peacefulness this date.
To fantasies of kingdoms far away
Where leaders feel my thoughts and start to pray.
I dream the most miraculous of all.
Begins when they upon their knees do fall.
Then, pray to deity that rules their soul.
And find that God by many names is called.
Then soon, love sparkles-- works its magic lull.
Evil thoughts and hatred vanish, null.
Peace and adoration upon men fall.
Oh, gift from God in heaven to us all.
Peace upon the earth sings, knowing at last.
That only by forgiving evils past--
And putting down war arms by trusting God.
Righteous love can procure the earth we trod.
But, only man, with God can win this race.
When death by wars does retribution face.
And cause the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed have been displaced.
Around the world when evil has been ceased.
The earth will live a thousand years of peace.
Until then, sadness will greet each new dawn.
And soldiers who survive will be war’s pawn….
© Dane Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09
Keening mothers holding children charred
Black or sometimes white
depending on the nature of
or the time spent in the flame
I suppose we're each and every one to blame
Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright
These days I look forward to the night
bless the fading light
when it's easier not to see
and much more comfortable for me
In the daylight I have learned to turn my back
to the ululating ladies dressed in black
Who scream their grief and prayers for vengeance
to an unseen entity
A God with whom I choose to disagree
Can this cancer known as man
ever learn how not to kill
will we ever drink our fill
of all the baby blood we spill
For now Our predatory passion won't be still
whether good or evil both
we watch the children burn
And as far as the babies are concerned
If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?
There's at least a million who are more than glad to die
Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high
their reward a paradise of sensual delights
Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.
Here we are east and west
Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother
Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other
We provoke our God to shame
when we feed the very flame that we should smother.
I guess one bad turn deserves another.
I just heard both of our Gods cry
A walk so brazen
A walk so bold
A walk so true
A walk so broken
A walk so cold
A walk with you
Godless heathens who pray to the heavens
For parlay, forgiveness, recourse
Prayers
To see parties, happiness and of course
Families and children whose moments they will treasure forever
If a part of them must be lost to the devil's players
Then never will time never be spent ever
With the ones they hold close, and together
With the loved ones they treasure
Violence of action is cruelty
Violence of words is freedom
But in my opinion truely,
The two are for the most part even
Treason is treason with pen, voice or sword
For a God or plant, animal or man
For all men, the gods have a plan
For all men, godly laws are sworn
A soldier's life in battle
Is a sacrifice in honor
Not of country nor government
Not of a mother or a daughter
A sacrifice in honor
Of a great and sacred covenant
Bonds between men and gods
Are evident, relevant
Though the truth may be hidden in smoke and mirror
Or Cloak and dagger
Or behind Shield and spear
Courage and fear
Will connect gods with men forever
The courage to do what in your heart is right
To sacrifice your very life
To give your spirit to a god
Who you may not believe in
If such a god exists, he believes in you
In this I am believing
Of this, I know is true
I fought in a war a few many years ago they called it Vietnam but I called it hell. My unit
and I were in battle it was starting to get dark and somehow the unit got separated. I
keep walking through the jungle to find them. But out of nowhere I herd gun fire I know
rite then I had just been ambushed I took more bullets then I could count. I know it has
been year’s sense that night but it feels like it happened yesterday. When my unit
found me they thought I was dead but somehow I had hung on. I had lost so much
blood it was not a pretty sight they all thought I was going to die for sure. The pain
was so unbearable I just wanted to die. I still hung on I am not quite sure why I really
thought I was going to die. But God had his hands on me if it would not have been for
the miracle God gave me I would not be telling you this story. I thank God everyday for
saving my life that night. Because getting shot by fifteen bullets is quite a fright I should
have died that night. But God had something better for me in his plan. After the war
they gave me a purple heart but I must have had a heart of steal to make it through.
My unit gave me a nickname which I carry with me now still today. They call me the
silver bullet the brave soldier who lived.
do people understand that the way to make a good presentation
one needs to be properly dressed for the occasion ?
be it a wedding, a battle of a school graduation
one needs to be suitably attired for the situation
as a believer of God, I'm a Christian soldier on the front line
a prayer driven warrior whom on God's word I stand behind
fighting against principalities seen and unseen
defending the word of God and all that it means
putting on the whole armor of God with a heart full of righteousness
ready to engage in battle and for the occasion properly dressed
strong in the Lord and trusting in His omnipotent powers
outfitted to take on the enemy at any given hour
standing bold with the Belt of Truth tightly around my waist
with the Breastplate of Righteousness rigged firmly in place
feet tricked out with the readiness of the Gospel of Peace
holding the Shield of Faith to stop the weapons of destruction when they're released
sporting the Helmet of Salvation upon my blessed head
wielding the Sword of the Spirit that is by God's word spiritual fed
dressed for the occasion wearing the whole armor of God
suitably attired for battle with a spiritual desire in my heart