Short Marines Poems
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Marines, Marinas… Aquamarine Submarines…
~ Modern Mariner
the night of baultic suprise
the do or die eyes
of marines
try not to dream of him
he's ours
used to be you
now you know why
americans do
The brave and the proud,
They stand out in the crowd,
They protect all our family and friends.
Their reputation lives on,
The few and the strong,
I'm proud to call one of them dad.
I was astounded to find myself teaching paratroopers how to jump.
I honestly have never done this before! I said. My voice sounded whiney.
A plane full of handsome young marines laughed in unison.
The impetuous I needed to wake up. Marines don’t laugh.
?
Why
are
Marines
and Army
Soldiers fighting in
Afghanistan and
Iraq, against the Taliban and the Al Qaida
Against an enemy who hides in the mountains,who once ruled by intimidation
We are not winning these wars, we are merely a placebo,being injected into an infection
of radicals, when will it end
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********** w e n t to w a r a n d g a v e t h e i r l i v e s ~
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t h e y f o u g h t f o r f r e e d o m
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Loss
in wars
Fallen soldiers
Of United States
Army, Navy, Airforce,
Marines, in their memory
Brave heroes honored forever
Both men and woman fought for us all
The red, white, and blue united we stand
We owe you much more than we know
For fighting for our freedom
Thank you for your service
We salute you all
Our Veterans
We honor
On this
Day
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Sunrise beach walkin'
no need for talkin'
when elements transcend all language.
My hand in your hand hold
seashells unswept by calm
receding tide
still swelling.
Burnt umbers stroke aqua
marines break through gull
wing thunder haloed
in hallowness.
No space for shallowness
much less for callowness
hope for tomorrow struts sure gently
proffered, dawn's break of night.
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Turns me on!
He may have joined the Marines...
because of a sense of patriotism and duty.
Running deep in the fabric of familial DNA...
Maybe it was the only means of escape
from generational poverty -drugs and gangs
...none but the newly purple-hearted can really say.
but when I look at the awkward air
where there once was a limb:
I can say for certain that he earned his freedom
more than most of us did.
The Lighthouse
Splash amidst plethora hullabaloo,
Dark skies reflecting illuminate,
Act beacons, vigilant navigators,
Mask lighthouse's glistening magnificence,
Guides marines, bewildered mystifying,
Roars rise , evanesce scintillation,
Deep ocean heritage disparages,
Waves erode abyssal operations !
Written September 24th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's contest 'The Lighthouse'
The "speech" should have been on Halloween.
His props were a garish blood-red backdrop.
Flanked by two concrete, stiff Marines.
This scarecrow of a president (who bellows about unity).
Just threatened to unleash F17'S on half the US citizens.
Because they don't think like him.
Will he even remember what he said?
His brain is about the size of a pumpkin seed.
For making terroristic threats against the U.S citizens...
he should be impeached-
One of our brave marines languishes in a Tijuana jail,
Sufferin' inhumane treatment, sans the right of bail!
Ain't it ironic that America treats illegals like welcome guests,
While our "neighbors" to the south treat our folks like inferior pests!
If I was runnin' things here is what I would damn well do:
I'd send in Seal Team Six to teach those thugs a thing or two!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
I can't sleep at night cause I'm stuck in fear
It's impossible to think soon you might not be here ..
Everyday we spent together was wonderfully reckless it seemed
All we had done was dreamed
We dreamed about the future & our good life
But now the thought of the up coming years feels like pain from a sharp knife
you see this as what's best for us & that's what I hope to believe
But your pursuit of the Marines has made my love want to leave
Annoying and Toying
There always have those who are annoying;
With this thought and Idea I am now toying;
Never need coin,
For you to join;
Everyone a church they can be enjoying.
Jim Horn
V ery great is each veteran;
E loquent and no one better than;
T hat we will remember when
E ach one would with their endeavor
R ealized they are smart and clever
A rmy, Coast Guard and Air Force scenes
N avy together with the Marines
Jim Horn
These Boys, Now Men **
They died with pride on a numbered
hillside for they were Marines.
These boys, now soldiers,
taught not meek hand-holders,
taught how to fight
growing up overnight,
these boys, now men.
In a pointless strife
giving up life
these boys, now men.
What is now, what was then,
Heroes, all of them.
** Written after viewing my first episode being inspired by Ken Burns PBS TV series on Vietnam
--Jack Avergun
09/24/2017, 5:15 AM
Form:
As the Marines push forward as if to shrug feigning indifference for the lives that have been taken to the god of which they believe to be unforgiving all they can do is push forward and move to their already known perilous fate and meet death face to face and dance with the devil and once this happens their mission has become complete because all you can do as a Marine is sweat Crude Oil And Bullets
A man once said Wars come and go but our soldiers are eternal
Form:
The dead remember everything
The living have forgotten
Except in dreams of kings and queens
And lost marines who joined as teens
To help and keep our honor clean
From those who plot and make up schemes
Because they think they are supreme
While truth denotes they’re just extreme
And wish to tear to smithereens
Our children’s, children’s hopes and dreams
Though they might plot out wild schemes
I’ll not succumb to what they want
Or yield to their regime
What have we done?
What have we said?
What’s left to do?
When dead means DEAD.
Where do they go?
Where can they be?
Living a life in peace where free means free.
Humanity has failed the Afghans and yet
The power of the west sits on the hands of intent.
Demons hover over their shoulders
Demons with the sharpest of knives.
If we don’t let our soldiers do what they can do, we may never, ever lose this regret no matter how we sell each other the lies.
From the coiffe broken of light
or dead tie-the marines
by machine pip-out target upper
by the road —
through demolish the tools that
throve mats up for peace
it took the leash by the saw
the gloss of the desert thy help
in confront, any astir enemy
watchful been fielding —
the gloss that regrets
of course a soul matter,
the hero-the weapon
in avail words of freedom
carry it clearly over the esteem
by gloss of the desert
Or peace insures the earth.
I have a great friend and his name is Tim McCravey.
He joined the Marines instead of the Army or Navy.
He bravely fought in the Persian Gulf War.
It's people like him who Americans are thankful for.
During the war, I wrote to him and he sent me twenty bucks.
Anybody who has Tim for a friend, has plenty of luck.
He and I were friends thirty years ago and we're still friends today.
It's very nice to know that he's patriotic to the USA.
(Dedicated to Timothy McCravey.)
nonsense purity
polymer
a squeezing of something
out
a tri fold with scores
of plastic, so necessarily unfulfilled
with pictorials
a social security card,
a card from the merchant marines
with a face
eleven dollars, a fiver
and six ones,
and a diners card
weak elbows,
furrowing brow
the smell of a polish
delicatessen on
his breath
Oh come
all ye faithfuls
Mexico, Poland
Bolivia
He wears a
Movado
Then craves
for bagels
with locks after
playing Polo
Peace!
Could you please repeat the question? I ask the recruiter.
Would you rather live in a submarine or a cave?
Can I say neither?
He shakes his head no.
He is a Marine; they have rules.
Panic attack starts
Tiny heart in my throat is jumping
I could live under the stars
Or on the deck of a ship or under a tree
I choose neither, I tell him.
He glares at me and sends me away.
Without picking up my application.
It is okay. I might be too old for the Marines anyway.
I am seventy-two