Nostalgia Soldier Poems

Oh the army looked after its own
It really must be said
Except the RSM didn’t really 
Tuck the squaddies up in bed.
Three square meals a day
You...

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Elvis has left the building.
West Berlin, a significant place
Where life was lived at a frantic pace.
Me and Old Elvis together through the night
In those days...

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A VW Beetle 
An unloaded thirty eight
In the passenger seat
And out through the gate
A briefcase of secrets
Chained to the wrist
Memorized instructions
From an unwritten list.

In the...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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At the foot of the unknown soldier
I heard them speak about the past
The generation born after the war
I heard them sing of warfare
Like children recite...

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High above the parade ground
Our four groups of three
Lined up in a helicopter
Hovering over the trees

With parachutes heavy on our backs
The jump master checks for...

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Peace dove
Bay of Pigs
Childhood nightmare
President Kennedy
Peace dove

Peace dove
Viet Nam
Terror of Youth
Made 1960’s sad
Peace dove

Peace dove
The Gulf War
My daughter’s turn
In charge of deployment
Peace Dove...

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They took away my peacenik beads
                   ...

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An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of...

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I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we...

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laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already...

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Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to...

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Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I...

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Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to...

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Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved...

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