From the plains of green, to the mountains high,
We march as one, beneath the sky.
With rifles in hand, and hearts of steel,
We're soldiers of the land, our courage to reveal.
We're the ground pounders, the backbone of the nation,
Defending our freedom, with unwavering passion,
Through mud and rain, we'll fight the fight,
For liberty and justice, morning and night.
We've faced the enemy, on foreign shores,
Our courage has been tested, time and time before.
But with comrades by our side, we'll never fall,
United as one, we'll answer the call.
We're the ground pounders, the backbone of the nation,
Defending our freedom, with unwavering passion.
Through mud and rain, we'll fight the fight,
For liberty and justice, morning and night.
We've seen the horrors, the pain, the loss,
But our spirit remains, unbroken and strong.
For our country, our families, we'll give our all,
Defenders of the land, we'll answer the call.
We're the ground pounders, the backbone of the nation,
Defending our freedom, with unwavering passion.
Through mud and rain, we'll fight the fight,
For liberty and justice, morning and night.
Categories:
pounders, soldier,
Form: Rhyme
I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.
3/27/2023
Categories:
pounders, america, people, sports,
Form: Prose Poetry
That oh so never ever ending, wondrous egotistical mystery!
With others pretending they have their lives oh, so together over thee?
Spare me, obnoxious perfection soul pounders.
Whose joy in life,is to pity, moralize and besmirch others.
There you are, on your fake, egomaniacal throne!
Moralist divine, whose insidious throne should be overthrown.
Walk in another man or woman's shoes.
Before you beat your chest with that phoney," I have it all together," blues.
2/8/2021
~1~
"Judge not, lest you be judged, also!"
Categories:
pounders, character, humanity,
Form: Couplet
McDonald's once counted burgers sold,
proudly posting the number on a big sign
outside of each of their restaurants.
It stopped when the number got too big.
(Would people not believe that
one-hundred and forty-seven billion,
nine-hundred and twenty-three million,
seven-hundred and fifty-six thousand,
three-hundred and eighty-nine
Big Macs, Quarter-pounders and
delicious double-cheeseburgers
had not been consumed, quelling
the hunger of the masses?)
Now the signs read simply,
"Billions and billions sold"--how prosaic!
So how may we count--
and post the number of souls in the world?
Looking at it in cosmic time,
souls are like fireflies,
flicking their luminescence,
on and off, on and off,
a moment of brightness is a lifetime:
a wondrous light show
in that black and fecund
sweet summertime evening
we call eternity....
Categories:
pounders, analogy, appreciation, creation, imagery,
Form: Free verse
King of all Kings boost the majestic volcano more powerful then a moon eclipse
with peaks of ragged lips lies the crater of a bottomless pit
Bubbling and brewing from underneath it flows so quiet and spooky
the magma crawling and slithering like a rich sweltering ruby
With a rumble and a roar it erupts with an explosion from it's throat
passionate for it's goal angry and raging it will not be provoked
Red crimson fire with a twist of desire it shoots to the sky like a firework display
ambition in it's eyes leaving all things in ruins while seeking it's prey
Intoxicating to the eyes so provocative it flies raining drops of sparks
like a lover who has been betrayed and left in the dark
Emitting gray ash to the heavens it soars causing the clouds to split and part
spreading darkness like the devil himself on a slow moving ark
Lava as hot as a flame flows and slides like two lovers in a slow dance
caressing and swallowing everything in it's path
The volcano is Royalty it wears it's crown with a fiery power blazing and fierce
as it sits and pounders knowing it is the worlds greatest watchtower with a thirst.
T Reams copyright 2015
Categories:
pounders, beauty, creation, evil, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Flower of the night, sleepless on a river bank,
You didn’t flee from my heedful kiss -
like a bumblebee, your nectar I drank,
On your dark petals, jolts of inner bliss…
Away, the water course carried my vessel,
I took you with me within sinuous galleries,
listening faraway the archangel warning yell:
“Do not awake with a gift from the faeries”
Defiantly, I caressed her on my left face,
drops of crimson blood colored my sight
“I shall never attend to another Grace,
my core belongs to the Flower of Night.”
I am awake and with me she remains,
the blossom I took from a dark Heaven,
her petals marked by dry blood stains:
“Then what”, my heart pounders uneven.
Categories:
pounders, allegory, beauty, dream, flower,
Form: I do not know?
I LOST YOU IN MY DAYDREAM.
I FOUND YOU IN MY NIGHTMARE.
SLEEPLESS THROUGH THE NIGHTS,
I HEAR YOUR VOICE UNDER MY PILLARS.
MY HEART POUNDERS HOPING THIS IS NOT ANOTHER NIGHTMARE.
HOLDING THE BLANKETS CLOSE TO MY BODY,
FEELING YOUR WARMNESS LYING NEXT TO ME.
BLOGGING MY EYES OPEN, TO SEE YOUR FACE,
NEXT TO MINE.
ONLY TO WAIT UP FROM A DREAM I HAD.
Categories:
pounders, dream,
Form: Bio
SKipping Rocks
dreams are for rookies
image pounders like thunder
unsuitable rocks
**Phil J.
Categories:
pounders, nature,
Form: Haiku