Vietnam Poems

MASK OF SUICIDE HOLDING MY DISABLED VIETNAM VETERAN

AWAKEN TO ANOTHER HOME INVASION ALTERING MEDICATIONS OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES TODAY I'M TERRIFIED MY MEDICATIONS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TAINTED WITH FENTANYL WHY WOULD THIEVES BREAK IN YOUR HOME FOR KLONOPIN FOR MY SEVERE PANIC ATTACKS OR TAMPERING WITH MY LEXAPRO BUSPRIONE LAMOTRIGINE OLANZAPRINE FOR MY SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER KEEPING AWAKE DURING THE

January 1973

January 27, 1973

I was sitting in the barracks
yelling and screaming echoed through the halls
sirens blaring, horns blowing, fireworks popping;
the war was over

Ode to the Vietnam Warrior

In verdant jungles thick with fate,
Where shadows danced at war’s cruel gate,
They marched, they soared, they held the line,
With courage fierce and hearts divine.

The call was sounded, duty’s plea,
To serve, to fight, to keep us free.
From distant homes to foreign lands,
They gripped their weapons with steadfast hands.

Through searing heat and monsoon’s wrath,
They carved a trail,

Alice

Alice

I got my draft notice in 1971
Nam was winding down 
I didn’t wanna go.
So, I started hummin a song,
just a few bars mind you
about Alice, you remember
Alice. This is a song about Alice
and the war of course.
I thought I would have to report
Then I remembered my special crime
I committed in Stockbridge, Mass.
Garbage, that was the

a moment in Vietnam

a moment in Vietnam 

Heavy rain had fallen in the night
in the morning, a cable line in the road
and fallen leaves
it was the cafe's phone line
a woman street clear cleared the wet
leaves, the café manager gave her
iced tea
in the afternoon, the locals watched 
a movie that was half forbidden
by the authorities 
 

50 Years Since Vietnam

You remember the mud blood and mosquitos
And the Agent Orange brought back as a memento
In your jungle greens at Vung Tau
Nui Dat  memories won’t fade even now

Picked out of the lottery for National Service each one
Taken by the Vung Tau ferry or Qantas your Vietnam service begun
Each soldier on their tour in sacrifice for

Purple Heart: In Honor of My Father

I was a young man at the age of nineteen
When I was sent to a country on the other side of the world that I had never seen. 


I was trained as an infantry soldier
With an M-16 rifle on my back;
And given an M-79 grenade launcher
In case of enemy ambush or attack. 

Along with my

More American Soldiers Die In Vietnam

Oh Nixon what did you do,
Woe will drown and plague you,
Sending more soldiers into Vietnam	
Where you know there is no calm,
Only war, killing and death,
The fueling of Americans sent to
Fight in this pathetic war,
Would no longer be tolerated,
The public were angry and irritated.
Two reporters wanted
To expose Nixon’s treasonable ways,
As a President, his days
Numbered, he knew

The World That Is Located In the Sky

The World That is Located in the Sky
David J Walker

Witnesses all
	To the fall of Saigon
In 75
And after all 
	Was lost or won
What we Though 
we saw 
	Was not at all 
What we had Seen\or Said/or Done

The monsoon rains would
	Again come 
And nurture the ferns and palms
Of the poisoned jungle 

The rice paddies plowed by
	Tractorized 

Leaving Vietnam

“Get your crap together, we’re leaving,” were the words but the
Cobwebs in my brain block out who said them. We started throwing things,
clearing out as dumpsters arrived with the Vietnamese. We throw in                      

Vietnam Soldier

Oh, you boys of arrogant tongue far from your land
What demons swarm among your brother’s band?
Without a care you shunned the face of fame
Though disgraced at home was your honorable name

In combat, you locked eyes with formidable foe
From blood and death your bravery refused to go
No, easy conquest of that rebel land
It’s more than blood

We Came Home, Vietnam

We returned home a few at a time,
 our tour in- country, ending.
Some growing from their experience,
we had left the war behind, our armor crumbling
Into rust.
Others , tho happy to be home, became
Weary, broken, burnt out, on drugs
and without hope.
The folks back home did not understand us.
We needed to talk but what was there to

Vietnam Sniper

VietNam Sniper



It seems that the night lingers then departs clawing
for one more minute, but in a vain attempt to defeat the sun.
The encumbered fog groans and gently rises from 
The ground to allow fixed eyes to see with piteous
recognition, the bushes that hide death.
Then as he probes, a shadow appears, then the black of the

Sin

Was it worth it fecking Sinjin Hawke
When you could’ve been with Stringfellow?
But the lure of drugs in the Golden triangle
So much better and a guy with an edge

End War In Vietnam-

condemned 
died
 reprimand
 cried 
government war 
cease fire 
democracy whore
 more black men dying,  dire 
body bags
 LSD
 citizens cried for our guys,  to be free
end this conflict please
 Liberty 
supposed to train oppress to be
armed to protect their liberty
 the opposed then set free
Oh! So complex world South Vietnam 
Condemned world conflict

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