Sorrow 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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A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A...

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Many soldiers have died for the USA.
We're paying tribute to those people today.
When those soldiers died, it brought about plenty of sorrow.
They fought and died...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous...

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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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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a...

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WARS ARE MADE BY MEN (Satis Shroff)

When you walk in the streets of Freiburg
Or any German town in the East or West,
You see lovely, innocent...

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The celestial light is about to go and escapes;
As dawn enters, and cover it with darkness.
She was able to finish mysteries, with less air to...

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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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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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We’re Soldiers!!! 

We’re resented, we’re praised
And we’re shattered again.
None tamed will, or timid men 
 We could only wait; Wait to live, wait to die!
The...

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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...

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He's afraid to close his eyes for he might not awaken. The bodies he has seen was no sensation.    He close his...

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Who will shirk me of this load 
The garment so heavy I'm weak
Heaven in cry, world in bleak
Like wet rag, cloth I wear
The sorrow, the...

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Harvest, By Edward Stewart Cahoon
I worked in the fields today, reaping the crop that others had sown. 
And because of the work I’ve done today
Someone...

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