War Nostalgia Poems

Ohio and Kent State
were far away from Australia.
But like America, the Vietnam war
hung like a noose around
the collective neck of the Nation. 
We were fired...

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No healthy oils
but beef dripping kept
solid in a white enamel 
can with a lid
in a cupboard under
the oven. Reused until
too dark and heavy 
with sediments,...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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I am turning back weathered pages of time,
to our backyard sandbox.
Dad made it for me,
and my brother.
I see us,
playing,
so peacefully.
Oh, why did you go,
to...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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Rick is willilng to sacrifice his happiness
As Ilsa was willing to sacrifice her husband's love
Both unwilling pawns created by a war
neither of them started or...

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We were tight — we were thick as thieves 
Only we didn’t quite know it then 
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through...

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Anxiously awaiting conclusions of trials
Dishonesty fading with passage of time
Veracity revealed in knowing smiles 
Poetry occluding the truth in a rhyme

Blissfully following my feet in...

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vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views

shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen

juggling...

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Night bloomed into smoky waves
And silent memories
Dance in front of my closed eyes,
Allowing me no rest, no jump into slumber

The lyrics of the song playing...

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I'm my day the Army
Was very frugal with our kit.
Whenever possible if seemed
They recycled every bit.
My Greatcoat had certainly 
Been around for a while;
It was...

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Steam and smoke trains, dont fume anymore,lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;
If they would fume, it...

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i laugh at myself
glancing over at you at the otherside of the room
smiling with that charm you somehow always manage to possess

i manage to look...

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