Days I remember , hope was gone
Gloomy were those days
shadowed with no element of hope'
faith lost
a day to recon, when,' mist was all i could see
hearts separated,
wishes'
above everything' or none
life given and chances thought a bay
but constant resilient and word
restored hope''
a memory worth living'
easily could have been swayed,
i chose character and life to live
moments of deep pain
tumbled with worry
a lesson 'within' and 'chance life'
The air feels different
Forgiving, even kind!
Chicadees & Robins flitting
From bushes to trees
Recon flights scouting
Proper nesting sites
A Bald Eagle flew overhead
This morning as I travelled
The motorway
Good luck!
A muddy penny, unloved, castaway
Zinc replaced copper
Time replaced need
Escape from Winter's icy womb!
I'm not eloquent at descriptions.
My tongue gets tied trying to push my thoughts out.
My mind gets foggy when I try describing
the "where's", the "who's", the "why's", the "what's.
I guess I'm not very good at explaining.
Expressing my feelings I also often fail.
The "who's" I fathom will be so frustrated
trying to decipher my "what's" so frail.
I recon the reason is somewhat ambiguous.
The "why's" don't bother using common sense.
They shut the door in poor "what's" the name's face.
The tension grows thicker, and the air becomes dense.
Overflowing with guilt from all this commotion,
Refuge they'd seek at the redemption's lair
Vehemently trying to make peace with all the emotions,
I hurriedly ran in array and despair.
I knocked at the door slightly embarrassed.
Determined and ready I was, to finally explain.
But the "where's" was the only one sternly waiting.
So, all this commotion, and heartache, was in vain.
Besa Dede Monday, May 12, 2025
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
Thank you for your submission
“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou
The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she bravely spoke her mind to try put injustices to rest
You're loyal too a fault
Like the cracks in the depths of California's core
And stronger than any earthquake Above a 10 point 10 on the sizematic score board
The magnitude of your love has never been seen too walk the earth before
A 10.10 would simply shatter the earth's floor
The foundation of your faith is unshakable
Like the heavens above
I an you are a movement all by ourselfs
But a force to recon
When we are in love
You an I are the true definition of when an unstoppable force meets an unmoveable object like a hurricane meeting a volcano or a bullet too the concrete.
Twins
40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me
My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone
hence he had no opinion relying on me being called
unpleasant names.
He was also a heavy drinker and had no respect for women's feelings thinking it was funny when they threw things at me, Yes, it was me who had to take the blame
for his foolish behavior.
I fled in a night of rain, at a time when he would sit in a bar entertaining people (with my money) yes, he was
well-liked and droll, with a deep well of funny jokes
how could I ever compete.
I chose to settle in Portugal, via England, to confuse my twin who was a Costa Do Sol type of guy, the Portuguese are not as jubilant as the Spaniards which reflects in their Fado.
The problem is, they found a man they recon has been in the town's lake since the eighties, people said he had a cafe, this is worrying, I had a lunch cafe in that town
Am I me, or am I my twin?
The recon doesn't take long.
Halfway down the street will do it
before hell opens up and leaves you
shuffling along a narrow ledge overlooking
the drop. It takes all your strength
to stay upright and balanced above
what your brain tells you is oblivion.
It would be easier to stay still
and let the world circle outside, manning
the barricades with your rusty rifle
loaded with words, firing into the dark
hoping to take down a ghost or two
as they charge your Alamo.
Planets Aligned
Planted on a planet
of alien aims
The planters plan as parents
Aliens of alien names
And so goes
The planters woes
The Earth shows
In biopic frames
The day that is done
Leaving no one
To recon
all that remains
Thank God for the power to kill
For the power to kill I'm still alive today
Thank God for the power to heal
For the power to heal my friends are still alive today
Welcome to hell Silent Professionals
Welcome to hell
It's where freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
Welcome to hell Recon
Welcome to hell
It's where the freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
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Delete that shortcut cancel cancel cancel
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 Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gentle hearts, honest loving men.
Tirpitz photos, Whitehall desks.
Experts, delicately place,
five ton Tallboy bombs.
Lancaster love.
My fighter, my rib, you are my soul. You are so strong. When no one new you were coming, you came with no name. Silent in the night, A two pound force to be recon with. You are so strong. Unplanned but planned to make her mark. With no name, No date, Weighing in at barley two pounds. My fighter, My JAZZ!
RECON
We push noisily through the brush
and then hear the challenging voices;
two grenades should pave our way
to make a charge while firing rifles.
Dusk preludes and we see the strobe
flashing of far too many muzzles;
Nguyen takes his hard slapping hit
I trip and fall weapon beneath me.
With no other choice the team retreats,
when too small to fight we tend to flee,
eight rifles won’t give much voice;
with these odds running is healthy.
Voices roam as NVA begin their search
chatting as they hunt for our bodies;
so very tense I try not to breathe
feeling their footsteps brush by me.
Poor Nguyen’s body they quickly find,
but they will need to search for more,
two grenades means more bodies;
with darkness their search turns futile.
Footsteps surround as I slip along
sliding silently on my stomach;
all through the night this is my flight
as I avoid becoming another statistic.
A bad walk like this in Vietnam
means I most likely would vanish;
unless I continued to strive and slide
suppress fear and commit to survive.
Ever been broke that the frigerator only had milk and eggs one meals dinner,
When you been Workin trying to figure why the odds against you,
When you dreaming to reach that toast,
For the holy ghost recon the most for I'm going in tomorrow,
A born sinner that most won't know,
You wanna play these games when I'm float,
Tell the bank be banking these numbers,
For no more one meals we having a feast,
Dinner with the wife's family Thanksgiving,
Give it to my mama that I break bread for we eat,
Be the beast for I'm hungry to reach this gold you taste,
Thanks for the advice when you step into my life,
Thanks I appreciate we gonna be alright,
Mama didn't raise a fool, ain't trying to be cool when i been putting my lifeline in the sentences,
Ain't living that Instagram life for I'm ghost getting that pizza you know,
Always at float for my spiritual self rocking,
Taste the forbidden fruit,
Been broke trying to figure out success ladders,
When I'm getting suits, now I'm losing it for I'm ghost,
Been quiet for year's now I'm venting to be loud.
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