Dark Memorial Day Poems

The world has indeed been forgetting me
Forgetting me cruelly 
As waste that neither grow nor breathe

It is a fermentation of anger and despair 
As Despairing...

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To All Who Gave Their Lives

Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of...

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When the smoke ascends, let my passing be
With Some late angels accompanying me
Into the halo of a Splendid sea
And the long-awaited days of eternity.

The Forlorn...

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THE BLACK TUESDAY
(Tribute to the Victims of the EndSARS Lekki Tollgate Massacre in Lagos, Nigeria; Tuesday, October 20, 2020)

Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Atomic payback made impact dramatically 
Physics split minute energy into mammoth 
Allied forces warned Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Destroyer of worlds, Now I become death

Military master, Japan, thought...

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O!  Slip in between!  The Dukes of Darkness,
In this cold part of the year!

The Baron of Night!
The Baron of Wind!
The Baron of Seeds!

When...

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Athenian Epitaphs

Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be,
but go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea.
—Michael R. Burch, after Plato

Does my...

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I went back to the farm seeking Maggie, only to find that she had gone.
Searching for shelter from the storm.
Another sad eyed lady, laid low,...

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I used to live in Dark Shadows
Abutting the cemetery
My wife and her lover plotted
An hole in the ground for me

As grave as it is to...

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Brutality

Ambushed outside a village
some of the enemy were killed
their bodies tied to our tracks
to drag back trough the village
there to stay as a warning;
our unit...

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PTSD

My nightmares are violent;
rifle jammed frustratingly dead,
broken stock useless as a club,
only a k-bar knife and free hand
reaching for those darting figures
leaping over my fighting...

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ESSAY ON DRUMS

The drum sounds slowly its cadence
the beat, beat, beat marks a march
and through the air reverberates.

The tramp of a company at quick time,
arms...

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THE CLOCK

In the shadows of deepening twilight
remote in a familiar world;
each moment the tick of a clock,
each one added to all
that have gone before,
each, one...

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