Short Solders Poems
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we are a fortress without walls
worn stones of weather round
gates from hinge torn down
solders bend to love's resolve
we are a fortress without walls
Form:
War
dirty, bloody
fighting, destroying, killing
weapons, solders, diplomats, trade
understanding, helping, sharing
clean, lasting
peace
how long
is a foot locker
and what
do they keep in it?
foot lockers
foot solders
foot long hotdogs
footballs
what is the obsession
are they politically correct
or are they just a foot fetishes
at the foot of my bed
Pray for the unidentified solders that does wonderful for the world, that takes the good the great the fight with all his might to the end of a rainbow that shoots off colors like the sun grows over and above the country,as the stars shine like the moon follows the clouds till the end of the universe
It's December
And it's also
Winter time
Amongst a blanket of snow
The birch trees are standing tall
And strong
Like solders in the wind
And draped around them are Christmas lights
Shining brightly
Throughout the night
Nearby stands a church
Where religion takes place
All year long
For whomever wants to and is willing to accept spirituality
Into their lives
You won't kill the spider that scurries
across the floor of our living room,
but you once killed solders at the Chosin.
You called them gooks, then,
now you know each was only a man
masked by the face of dehumanizing war.
After fifty years true faces turn toward you.
In life you never heard their voices,
in death they speak, and you agree,
the Forgotten War never can be.
Finally home.
It’s been a day.
Full of doodads
and thingies,
screws and solders
clangs and boinks.
The work in Santa’s workshop
is never done.
But especially now
it’s busier than ever
and they have yet
to wrap.
The old man lives alone and
tis the eve before Christmas.
He misses her as
she smiles from the mantel.
Tomorrow he will celebrate.
A day off, with hot cocoa
And candy canes from the boss.
Far across the hills and dales,
Ringing o'er the rills and swales:
Ever nearer, ever louder;
Ever dearer, gaining power.
Drawing hearts and minds to one;
Once sounded out, and once begun
Men cannot fail to hear her calling-
Solders freed from fear of falling.
Calling, crying to her sons,
"All must fight till freedom's won."
Leading them to victory;
Leaving them with liberty.
(Written on the fifth of July, 2015)
THE MONSTER INSIDE
the monster in he is always alive,
Will he ever die. He yearns to thrive in side the lives of war turn solders and veteran's eyes.
The monster inside she never crys she never dies, she is wise to the distinction of lives that she cause, as she take another sip of st eies beer. And she steers the truck into a tree you see the monster is she.
The monster inside is we according too society, we the soliders and vets with PTSD. HELP US PLEASE!!!!.
Form:
When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
Were does he lay
This fallen soldier
Of yesterday
I tell you true
And
With pride
I lay with others
Side by side
In every corner
Of
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band