Soldiered Poems

This is poetry

I'm lover not a fighter, 
me spilling exclamations 
instead of blood, 
its what I resamble, 
the ink in my viens that paints not images 
but setting reactions on the loose. 

Please! blame me not, 
creativity is access, 
mean not to invade 
but i'm without bearings, 
this din in my words, 
put flames to my surrounding,
 
I mean not to brag, 
help me extinguish this overflow
 in my system, 
it just can't be contained, 
it wanna consume everything before me, 
like a natural disaster, 
my  presence devastates, 
tie your attentions, 
before i'm charged for being creative.
I am poetic ink.

not to dilute your egoes 
but to uproot your reactions, 
like acid, 
i'm here to burn not your minds 
but your word perspective and perception. 
I said it i'm poetry 
not that I was born of poetry 
but soldiered enough 
in gathering meaning 
from all sources to your presence, 
of what poetry is.
#Poetic_Ink

A house is not a home

When living all alone 
A house is not a home 
Just empty rooms where memories remain. 
The one you love has gone 
Still you soldiered on 
Believing someday you'll meet again. 

As time passes by 
You look towards the sky 
Searching for an answer to your prayer.
Praying the one you love 
Is there with God above 
Safely in his love and tender care.

Message Left on the Windshield

The rain fogged my window and thoughts
It triggered the grief of losing you
It cried for me when I couldn't
What I would give just to see you one more time
I just want to see you from afar and smile knowing I ran into forever without her even knowing
Some of the best moments are untitled like poems that refuse to end
Our love will never end, even after you left the life we lived gave me enough joy for two lifetimes
So in the midst of missing you I still smile
Because the rain reminds me of my tear stained shoulders 
We soldiered through the war of earth and lapped time
She made the impossible possible
I'm not much for rainy days but they quickly became my favorite
Because after the tears you would leave me blankets of comfort within a message that would appear when I needed it most
On your corner of the window
p.s. I love you...

A Lone Walk

Taking a walk, 
On a lonely path,
It’s past the twilight clock,
The ambience is a panacea for sombre health.

I hear footsteps,
Turned around to see who followed,
No one, in the same way, took their steps,
Thought the sound was hallowed.

The footsteps went ahead,
They trailed faster
They were later not heard,
A cloaked impending disaster.

My racing heart alleviated,
I turned homeward,
The phantom being appeared,
A sabre-toothed beast soldiered.



October 14, 2022.
Rhymezone.com,
12 - 16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest,
Tania Kitchin.

Ternopil Pond

Need to get back to my feet, find my way home
put down this heavy rifle, seek grace.. 
a familiar voice, a kind face, 
hope for forgiveness,
these hands and lives they've undone.

Home, your birth mother's own,  
where hearts unite and love ignites
among tall grass and damsel flies,
and panaramic hill just beyond.

Ternopil Pond fashioned by man's will
taken from marsh quicksand and Seret's flow
lies undefiled and still..
yet so many wounds to heal, 
along Far beach and Lover's Isle of gold.

Shoulders slumped against the stair.
Scratched and worn, leathery unshaven maw. 
Wisp of groan, in tired eye's misty glare, 
while boots fill along with torn glove..   
wanting only once more,
to be held in love.

Will loving eyes recognize the man she married..
and walk together again, that sandy beach? 
her slender fingers just out of reach.,
tho' soldiered voice of pride no longer carries. 

A wish remained, where no war dared go, 
where hearts unite and love ignites
among tall grass and damsel flies..
and panaramic hill just beyond.

Don't Worry, Ghosts

When our paths all start to part
And the sun shatters the dark
And everybody's dreams
Start to manifest

I'll be waiting here alone
Clutching strongly to my phone
In a haze
And slumping back to rest

So don't worry
I'll remember our best

When our golden age is dead
And all these feelings of dread
Come to light before my eyes
Like a fantasy

Even if you all forget
I'll be sure to make an etch
Upon my heart
And carry it inside

So don't worry
Those days will never die

When the past has soldiered on
And all of you have gone
And even if you all
Don't remember it

There's still someone stuck behind
In his memories; confined
Stuck in place
Forever guarding you

So don't worry
You're all inside me too

And when no one's looking back
Because it's all burnt to ash
And the happiest of times
Weigh one down like lead

I'll be here to lift that weight
So you all don't have to wait
You can go
And make something of light

So don't worry
I'll keep this burning bright

I Shall Take Pride In Medallion Strength

My brave grandfather fought in the trenches 
there he saw things that no man should see 
With blood of his comrades he drenches 
so exhausted, yet he dodged bullets every day
and bravely soldiered on so that we could be free
Ultimately with his own life he sadly had to pay
His St Christopher medallion he wore with pride
It was discovered amongst all the wartime debris
and was returned to grandmother after he died 
I wear his medallion since it’s been passed down to me 

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6/25/18

Aloe Vera

It was a forties erectile dysfunction scare,
The home had become a war zone,
The warhead was damaged;
The wife was breathing fire,
Auntie Google pointed to Aloe Vera
For remedy with little side effects.

I picked one thorny leaf on the side road,
Squashed it into my water bottle;
Ooops, what a thorny taste,
I soldiered on, I had to be restored;
I kept on sipping.
I was back on track without counting;
Sunrises nor sunsets.
My diamond warhead is back
The wife ululated, what is your secret?
What a wonderful sign!

Now I smear it on my face,
On my arms, upper body,
Soon it will be the whole body;
What a glow,
Got the women staring;
You got a nice fragrance;
One whisphered the night last,
I polish my shoes with it;
Dust sits on them with a grudge.

An ode to Aloe Vera,
The miracle thorny leaf,
Just add water.
Walk in my bedroom,
You see my funny looking water bottle,
Never despise it!

Hurricane

Hurricane is a battalion of ghosts
Soldiered by retired women of war
The Amazons and the Catherines
To subjugate the great America

A Race

The risks to most were far too high
Much too much daily effort needed.
As for the course itself, a death trap
particularly for anyone too inexperienced.

Each fence had to be riden correctly
otherwise the too wide turn catches you out.
Leaving you many yards behind some race on,
The weak pull up their race is done.

The field now halved leaves more room
and some foolhardy people go for the gaps
to find themselves brought down hard
they had over jumped and paid the penalty.

The remaining few were far apart
yet most soldiered on hungering
for the prize, the acclaim and title
Until next year they sit at the top.

The Old Redbud Tree

The Old Redbud Tree

There is a gnarled redbud left standing,
It blossomed pink year after year;
Four fused trunks grew from its base,
Its heart-shaped leaves said “dear.”

A new branch grew from one, making five,
The little tree was oh, so proud of its size,
And for decades it did healthy look,
Until one year one branch snapped and died.

It seemed to cry with its new-found gnarl,
But soldiered on with only four.
Another branch bent its head and broke,
Then fell to its earthly floor.

Now there were three and twisted they,
Its heart-shaped leaves near gone,
The wind blew two from the old redbud tree,
Now one reaches lonely for the sun.

Ennui

...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear Josephine who plonked
and murdered dear Stravinsky's Rite.

Boredom was the day's absorption
with the National Election,
who shall be our next Great Leader?
pray not a hopeless interceder!

Clementine declared, 'the weather
seems to be a bit inclement,
what shall I wear to Blanche's soiree,
burgundy, or pearly grey?'

Ronaldo trifled with religion,
'Heaven doesn't need a poet
who maligns the Holy Spirit,
I am going straight to Hell,

where I'll meet Lucrezia Borgia,
who will toy with my affections, 
feed me fabulous confections,
as she plots my own demise.

Nobility has late escaped me,
suburbanites are out to scold me,
gentle is as gentle does
is not the same as it once was.

So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
  ~TH~

Dien Bien Phu

Lessons learned
by first the Chinese
then France
and the Unites States...

Never underestimate
unconventional units
or guerrilla warfare
supported by regular units...

Dien Bien Phu
Bernard B. Fall
called it
"Hell in a very small place"
soon after 1954
America walked the "Street without joy"

The Viet Minh
attacking satellite positions
seven in all
such names as

"Huguette"
"Claudine"
"Gabrielle"
"Beatrice"

General Giap
former school teacher
later besieged Khe Sanh
saved only by B-52 air strikes...

What men will die for
makes less sense
as time goes by...

Perhaps it is
the unspoken honor
among comrades
and brothers...

Still they soldiered on
60 years has passed
and around the world
the madness has grown...
~ ~ ~ ~

Reproductions of the Body

There is no pain
that is unaccompanied
by light blinding
or translucent like seeing
the sun through a flame or another's petite morte
as you climax,
 
and heap in rubbled bodies,
others cast in panoptic stone
by the suffocating beauty of the soldiered
rose-blossoms.
They cry, cry out in ineffable joy at the sky
or lips fall heavy to the dust
as they climax,
 
and entwined in fervent bodies
we all come to know what makes us bare another
sadness swaddled in marble arms.

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