Snow Military Poems

THE EVER DWINDLING FEW - USA Version
			
				       Beach Omaha	

At Omaha an old man stands and limps down  to...

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Beneath stars twinkling 
Sophia and Christ flew down 
In the form of birds 
In the form of large vultures 
Vultures filled with grace 
Vultures from...

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Four o’clock in the morning,
Another four hours to go,
Mouth tastes of stomach acid
Eyes like pee holes in the snow.
Every Mid shift at this time 
It’s...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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At dawn the bugle's piercin' call roused troopers for another wretched day,
Of curryin' horses, shovelin' manure, drillin', guard duty and gatherin' hay!
Another day of bellerin'...

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FOR LILYA

You belong to the tragic Eastern skies fighting for your Motherland 
in your very own Yak 1 fighter plane. See you in my mind’s...

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Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on...

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Golden Triangle Snow
Old skool rock and roll on the decks. Takes me back to before I was born. Smoking the best ing weed in 'Nam....

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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku translations

Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt.
? Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Ceaseless chaos?
ice floes clash
in the Soya straits.
? Yamaguchi...

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White Marble Stones
White marble stones
Stand side by side
Reminding us of
Those who fought and died
White marble stones
Memories of
Parents or children
Or friends that we loved
White marble stones
Row...

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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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