Just attempting to compare CLOUD
having simili with word CROWD.
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Replace L by R : U by W.
Both Cloud and Crowd appear in mass
Common factor ! Oblivious.
Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder.
Crowd is often loud, no wonder.
Cloud brings cloud on get together.
Crowd attracts more crowd to gather.
Platoon of clouds to shower rain
Crowd in mass with men and women.
Cloud-burst happens in heavy storm.
Rowdy crowd in chaotic form.
I adore my beautiful Nona giving birth to my father September 14th 1942 this woman from Mason Italy daughter of Masonery family from Rome culture heritage in one woman's journey to America ancestors from Ellis Island I won't mention my grandfather a complete womanizer my Nona family helped my pop while serving in WWII Somewhere in Italy my Nona's family bringing breadbto the troops in my pops platoon the many pioneer women raising a family from Rome mi Nonna Irish Italian blessing Mason Keaton what a wonderful blessing baptising me from God Nona Mason Italy Ciao Bella
A mate of Musk, I’m told I’m going soon
(if NASA still exists, this side of June):
the lack of oxygen might make me swoon
- my rear end is as puckered as a prune!
I feel I ought to leave a happy tune,
an album by somebody who can croon.
That swallows effort, warbled by Pat Boone,
or Herman’s Hermits leader, Peter Noone?
Perhaps a piece of marble, nicely-hewn?
Amid the regolith, randomly strewn,
A DVD by National Lampoon?
The one with David Bowie – what’s it – Dune?
The Brooke Shields epic movie, “Blue Lagoon”?
That stoned director (Stone) gave us “Platoon” –
or how about “Five Weeks in a Balloon”?
nested questioned
purchasing the opinion
of learning theology, profession!!
that i may decieve thy goodies
believe my suppper platoon, obligations
if capable of escape hatch plan with ^
find science method of acting, ahh gold please
greatest gratuities and salute
many drunk prostitutions for the husbandry laws
various diplomatic african anglo appointments
satire? still not confident in job mask
next trimester suppresion clinique
Memories
First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
elbow to elbow we sit cramped in the narrow compartment
hot, sticky air like a sauna grips us in its wet claws
rotors spin, air rushes through the open doors
but no relief is felt from the hot, breath of the dragon
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
taking us to places we don’t want to go
the green canopy is now below us concealing them but not us
we land at the LZ, bullets snapping and popping as we emerge
the encounter is short, bloody, cries of wounded, silence of dead
First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
are we headed back to the firebase, home, safety from the fire
safety from the fear and death and sweat
Hueys flying the wrong way, new orders issued
on to the next hot LZ more fear death and sweat
The princess inlist
In the army academy
She's very friendly with her companions
She's a young woman with a very
Beautiful smile, a hug to her
This atmosphere of camaraderie
And making good friends is good to her
It's her naturalness that captures
The hearts of the Spaniards
She's so sweet with her army friends
She gets along with her platoon
I think Spain will have a beautiful queen, kind
Intelligent, funny, with elegance and with charisma.
The veterans
JD Vance and Tim Waltz have in common
they have served and can call themselves
veterans, which has a sacred meaning
They joined to serve and defend America's
values of freedom and democracy
We know that for the two above, it was
about further education, to join but too long
and get out when the going got tough
Still, they are veterans who served.
I think of the men from the many small towns
unknown by most people, they joined and
was sent to Vietnam, fighting a war in
the name for freedom and democracy
they believed in what was said
When a platoon whose order is to take a hill
crawling with snakes and booby traps
they knew what terror was, black shadows
coming up from the earth, killing them
They were heroes fighting a wrong war
The survivors are veterans if they
are lucky to receive a small pension
when they are aged and dressed up
in old uniforms
we are proud of them, know what the
scarify is to die when the people in
Washington needs people who believe
in the defense of America, values call
to arms
The doctor’s practice went to waste
the moment that the medic faced
A call from his reserve platoon
to fight a battle all too soon
The CEO of Pharma-Tech
would leave behind all hands on deck
When his brigade came calling him
he knew the war was no mere whim
The principal of my kids’ school
had fought the call, but overruled
He swiftly left his chair unmanned
The army had ripped up his plans
‘Coz ev’ry year since 'forty-eight
Disruption's marred the Jewish State
Spring morning,
quiet. One coyote,
three deer
running in snow.
What else have I seen?
A sparrow hawk in mid-air snatch
a robin, a sharp-shinned hawk catch
a rabbit in its talons.
A deaf mute in a pear tree.
Not one wolverine
in Utah or Italy.
Nor a famous samurai.
A young black bear
traverses the lawn in August.
Also quarks. Also oaks.
Do not disturb its progress!
A red fox
alert, no limp
flows silently
across the meadow.
First light, green tea.
A person thinking
epochs and eons.
A platoon of chickadees.
My Father died at 63
I’m now 75
I remember the day
I turned 63
Thinking I would finally know
What he knew
Be able to feel what he felt
See what he saw
And to be who he was
But I wasn’t a decorated
World War 2 Marine
The last of his platoon
To survive
The Solomon Islands the graveyard
Of most of his friends
He died on a Thursday
But we were estranged
‘Another woman who was not my Mom’
Looking back I wonder
What could I have changed
What words would I have used
To say to him …
(To Edward F. Behm U.S.M.C.: March, 2024)
WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD
Why start nattering about lucky tracks
Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm?
Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait
With hooded coats, caves of hibernation,
Standing in formation with watchfulness.
Six columns and six rows of perfection
Thirty-six baled soldiers in transition
Marching forward in a biting snow storm,
Blindly floundering in a final surge.
A good resistance fighter is lonely.*
Haystacks in the Snow, Grant Wood (1941)
* Winter in Wartime, Jan Terlouw (1972)
NonsenseLiterature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! the platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhances! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
Nonsense Literature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so ? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! The platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhance! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
It's fairly easy to spot a terrorist.
They wear masks to hide jagged intentions.
While goodness stands in the central light
with hearts that are quite transparent.
A terrorist slaughters children in their beds.
Uses the innocent as a shield of defense.
Goodness protects the young from harm.
Will fight to the end for every one of them.
A terrorist tortures and rapes women.
Then parades them through the streets.
They hide bombs in places of worship,
and stomp to death the old and meek.
A terrorist will sucker punch the angelic.
Then cower like rodents in a subterranean hell.
The righteous meet the devil's platoon head on.
With fiery fists and a will made from God iron.
A terrorist is an expert at projection.
Goodness will sit upon truth's throne.
God will always side with goodness
While evil will perish, shamed and alone.
Ask yourself, are you a terrorist?
For there is an easy test.
Are you a blossom or a knife?
Do you cherish all God gifted life...
Do you hold God close to your breast....
Or harbor black hearted agendas.
Beating in rhythm with destruction and death.
Our Many Military Memories
Many military memories were made,
And into past, none of them will fade,
Lasting forever which was day by day;
Even after they have passed away.
Things occurred each year after year,
In an awesome, mighty military career;
Helicopter blades did swirl and swirl
That would make all of our hair curl.
Bodies on battlefield badly bleeding;
Others an entire platoon were leading;
Soldier was a clerk typing up an order;
We were here at home being supporter.
Soldiers and sailors soon sailed out to sea;
In newspapers and books had made history;
Coast appeared with shells and soft sand
On a lonely beach head did have to land.
We would see headstones of dead on a Field,
Said prayers at church service as we kneeled;
We will fervently worship each and everyone;
Thank God for the things that He has done.
James Thomas Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Retired Veteran
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