Short Recon Poems

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...

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"Love triangle"! I recon,  it's too  much!
We have to be ashamed to mention this things.
Of course, men know  - all ladies have a such 
(I like   with  haircut, and under  lovely strings)...

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Beckon and Dead Reckon 

I hear quaint calls that do beckon;
Determine direction must dead recon,
To find out angle where coming from;
Catch flounder, dolphin and some drum,
And need right equipment for detecting.

Jim Horn...

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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...

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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!...

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“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...

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Osiris watching from the sky

Satellite recon harvesting personal

data on you and I

Sending chills down the spine

In the name of national security

Big brother is listening on the line

Privacy eroded freedoms rights scorned

Electronic surveillance now the norm	

Everywhere you go Big brother knows

Everything you do Big Brother is watching you...

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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

Delete that shortcut cancel cancel cancel
Delete that shortcut cancel cancel cancel...

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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....

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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....

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