Short Platoon Poems

Cartoon platoon
 funny bunny
Jelly belly
Treating eating
Bacon carrots?



12/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

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JUNE MOON

 
      June Moon if hidden
       in platoon of clumsy cloud
     peeps after showers 
      and ignites dormant desires
      with emerald emotion.


   06/09/22

The Moon in June

Contest by Andrea Dietrich...

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Lulled by the lazy lagoon
Memories carved at the beach
Fated familial platoon
Lulled by the lazy lagoon
     Gator snatched the toddler of June
     Dad could not transcend the breach
Lulled by the lazy lagoon
Memories carved at the beach/center>...

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At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon 
was heard singing along attune 
At the neighborhood saloon 
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon 
from Camp Lejeune 
all day and all night they crooned 
first under the sun and then the moon....

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Take the “Coward” from this place
Another boy goes to waste
Tie him to a well fixed post
I suppose his mother loved him most
Recruit a squad from his platoon  
Home for Christmas, boom, boom, boom
Not to wound, aim to kill
With his pals just until
 SHOT AT DAWN
The boy lays still...

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You may never know 
Why that recruiter never had a job 
Not for him, not for me. 
He was a wide-eyed blue 
And end of a story plot 
As we need bodies in open ended doors 
Barefooted writers and bold writers too. 
Where you may never know the next platoon 
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !...

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There once was a private named Moon.

He was taller than most in his platoon.

Some said he was a kind hearted goon.

His problem was a drill sergeant named Wreds.

Because Moon was taller than Wreds by two heads.

It’s very difficult to take a scolding seriously

When the sergeant’s head meets you mysteriously

In your neverlands...

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Frag. Order: 
   Advance to contact with the enemy.
   Pin him with fire, then probe his flanks.
   Hold one platoon in reserve to exploit success,
   Or to cover a withdrawal if necessary.

After Action Report:
   Half a league, half a league, half a league nowhere…
   Sustained heavy casualties …
   Intelligence reports… 
   Dear John, I’m sorry, but…...

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This morning, 
I woke,
eyes crescent mooned.

In the kitchen,
I found a platoon,
army crawling between 
pepperoni and assorted 
veggies, gathering intel
for the commanding officer.

My tweezers clinched 
between thorax and abdomen, 
strapped him down by the neck.
It took three milliliters 
from the syringe to
drown his insides.

His dog tags
read:
Red Aunt...

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COPLA 65 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

Humans refuse humanity
Humans love nationality:
No better friend

“Platoon” lives’ anonymity
Rips masks off hypocrisy:
Souls inner fiend

You who made the World go around
Sharpened the sick souls’ will to kill:
In Your own name

Such killings as with hatred bound
More lives we produce in lustful thrill:
Forfeit Your claim

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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A generation gone too soon, each tank, batallion or platoon;
They went with glory on their mind, and left the ones they loved behind;
A slaughter on a massive scale, at Flanders, Ypres and Passchendaele;
They marched into the fiercest fights, to defend their countries and protect our rights;
Still formed in rows as on parade, their ranks are now formed up in graves;
In Belgium, Holland and in France, salute them for rememberance....

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Since  the scarlet moon

Talking to moon and stars 
I laid my whole night
Wishing to hide the scars
In the piece of sparkling light
Weaving dreams all those days
Sewing my life apart
Sitting  again on the  bay
Awaiting to row the cart
Since the scarlet moon
I wished to live again
Reviving winks of platoon
When we sang a refrain
Unable to  walk all alone
With the darkness hid inside
Wish to engrave onto stone
As no one to sit beside....

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Since  the scarlet moon

Talking to moon and stars 
I laid my whole night
Wishing to hide the scars
In the piece of sparkling light
Weaving dreams all those days
Sewing my life apart
Sitting  again on the  bay
Awaiting to row the cart
Since the scarlet moon
I wished to live again
Reviving winks of platoon
When we sang a refrain
Unable to  walk all alone
With the darkness hid inside
Wish to engrave onto stone
As no one to sit beside....

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