the day i run,
is the day i die,
because i will fight,
for what is mine.
Categories:
warday,
Form: I do not know?
I love the neon lights
Stepping from under bright marquees
Like girls who haunt the nights
Dusky brown girls that by day seems lovely
But like snowflakes in my warm heart
At nights just melt away
From any recognition that makes them part of me
I love the neon lights
The festive dress of streets from sunset
Until the next day light.
Somehow the mood reminds me
Of my tropic island far away
When day takes off its working clothes
And people like children play
Never blaming life for anything
But through their hardship dance and sing
Until the next baby cries
Until the crows come crowding through the clouds
Until the rice in the pot refuses to rise
Until the next girl is found, unhappy and alone
Beaten, strangled, by an heathen hand
The neon lights run like winnowing sands
I love the neon lights
This masquerade of city nights
Categories:
warday, day, love,
Form: Free verse
In South Africa during the Boer War
Granddad got the key of the door
In France during World War 1
He lay wounded when the day was done
He could have met a very bloody end
But for the bravery of his friend
So he lived to fight another day instead
And died an old man in his own bed
Categories:
warday,
Form: I do not know?
~ Independence Day ~
Born into freedom
I can’t imagine any other life
Free to make up my own mind
Free to choose my own path
For this I am forever grateful
As I stand up and salute
The Red, White and Blue
On
~ Independence Day ~
It comes with pride
Compassion
Respect
A Call to Duty
All traits to be honored
And admired
So here is to our men and women of the armed forces
Helping keep our country free and safe
Standing up for what we believe in
Standing Proud, Strong, and United
I salute you
Every day and especially on
~ Independence Day ~
To those have served before
To those who have gone and passed away
Be it in the line of duty
Or any other way
I salute you
Every day not just on
~ Independence Day ~
So here is to this country
Standing proud
Strong
And United under our banner
Our flag
Letting freedom reign over
The Red, White and Blue
One nation
With billions of hearts
Joined as one
On
~ Independence Day ~
By: Jean Shular
For all the soldiers, past, present and future
Living and passed on
I salute you
I thank you!
Categories:
warday, dedication, devotion, happiness, history,
Form: I do not know?
If their cause is not good
Then their government has a heavy reckoning
When all those heads, arms and legs blown off in battle
Join together at a later day and cry we died at such a place
Some crying for a doctor
Some for their wives and children left behind them
Few die well that die in battle
For how can they when blood is their argument
Now if these men do not die well
It is a black day for their government
Respect to W.S.
Categories:
warday,
Form: I do not know?
One day the world will be at peace with the loss of violence and war.
One day everyone will be treated equal and respect will be shared between all people.
One day we may know what the meaning of life is, and then realize we new it all along.
One day there will be no more animal fights.
One day we will find love and dedicate our life, heart and soul to that one special person.
One day when all I have said happens the world will sigh with happiness and everyone will feel
true ecstasy.
On that day that far away day we will know true happiness I hope that day comes soon.
Categories:
warday, dedication, family, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form: I do not know?
A day of rememberence
a day of joy but sadness
a day of thank you's
a day of memories
Boys who learned to grow up quickly
boys who were whisked away from all they knew
boys who put on their uniform
boys who sharred one thing in common, pride
Men who fought for our country
men who left families behind
men who took their final journey
men who fought for what is now
Soldiers who suffered in the trenches
Soldiers who dodged the bullets
Soldiers who had no salvation
Soldiers who stood proud for us
Heroes who died out on the front line
Heroes who never lived to see this day
Heroes who just made it to D-day
Heroes who were our boys,men and soldiers
A day of celebration along with grief
a day of sorrow along with pride
a day of realistaion
of just how many never returned
from a cold war
boy's,men and soldiers
Categories:
loss, thank you, warday,
Form: Narrative
Afghanistan - fourth time lucky !?
Every day on the news.
(Just before the funny bit)
Soldiers names are scrawled on the grim roll call
Yet in centuries past
Every day in the paper.
Strangely familiar names were recalled.
When will we learn history' s lesson
and stop seeing young lives.
Rubbed out by remote control.
How can we carry on up the Khyber pass.
Fight again, Warriors who live for war.
To killing, then hiding, then killing anew.
Why can’t we learn
The Russian’s lesson
And stop banging our heads on the wall !
Categories:
warday,
Form: I do not know?
A soldier fighting for what he hopes is right, trying to make peace with himself... holds on to
a most understated event- the sunrise and pins all his hopes on to it.
Its not yet dawn...
The night has ended.
A soft glow arises in the eastern lands beyond,
Soft, like a mother's touch
Pink, orange,gold,and red all born out of the same deep night
Black desperate sadness reaches out to taste silent delight.
The colour of hope...
The taste of survival returns
Parched throats,blood stained hands...
Another day to hope, to follow the valiant heart...
I pray, someday, to make a new start.
We fight for peace, we kill for you...
Every time we kill, its only something inside us that dies!
Its a sad story, its our silent resigned sacrifice.
The day dawns, amidst the dead and the dying...
Today I am on the battlefield, crying
For the men I have lost, and myself too
But the night has passed and its a day closer to the end,
I hold on to my prayers, silent and few.
Categories:
hope, life, loss, warday,
Form: Prose Poetry
Trapped in total darkness. The chilling cold rips through my flesh,
sending painful chills down my spin. My fear Isolates me in this Tomb of loneliness.
Ripping through my heart like a jagged duel bladed sword. My mind tormented
by your absence. I just can't seem to awaken from this nightmare.
When I open my eyes will you be home? Will this War ever end?
This is my living hell! Life without you. An unsympathizing torchure that haunts
me day in and day out. Until you are back safely in my arms. How cruel
the mind can be. What if? Is he Okay. Lord save me from the demons that taunt
my dreams. Bring my love back home to me.
Categories:
depression, love, warday, me,
Form: Free verse
If I were what I long to be
I’d ascend the sky and soar
About the sun
I’d pray my prayers, I’d jump,
I’d run
I’d race all the winds
Until the sun can no longer be
And then rest upon a cloud
Looking down at the sea
I’d twinkle with the stars
And crave upon their lust
I’d dance with the moon
And sway with a gust
I’d be in joy of liberty
If only for once
Away from all the turmoil
Protests and allegiance
Yes, it is I, a wanderer, a
Palestinian under fire
Roaming within my thoughts
In dreams I desire
For a day maybe... when
Weapons are no more,
When blood runs warm in veins
And not cold on tiled floors
I’ll only dream today…lest one day I become
Categories:
warday, angst, faith, peace, people,
Form: Rhyme
" Fighting Together "
One day he is here
the next day he is gone
as the ugly battle rages
he eagerly presses on
he looks ahead
he looks behind
this is a war
no time to be kind
he must move swiftly
he must keep a quick pace
each and every move
he stares death in the face
he knows what he must do
his mission is clear
he must be strong
he must not fear
his fighting friends
lay by his side
Fighting Together
just before they died
he has to hear it
the war time sound
it is death
that’s all around
he must not sit
around and stare
he has to fight
and show he cares
he wears a cross
he is proud to bear
he wonders of freedom
does anyone really care
he sees his fathers
proud glowing face
another fighting soldier
who proudly kept his pace...
Penned By MPK
Categories:
warday, time,
Form: Rhyme
They fly in the sky, they sail the sea.
They walk on land to keep us free.
The world is proud, the world will smile
Oh, dear lord help us now!
They live each day with danger in the way.
Please, lord, keep them safe.
Those we lost we mourn each day;
Those who fight are still in harm's way.
I pray each day to hear everyone say'
These are heroes in a very special way.
The hero is you, and you it will be
That makes this whole world free.
The world is not blind,
The world can see
Who are those heroes that keep us free.
Free to love and free to smile
Free to live and be proud
You are my hero strong and brave
Even on those rainy days.
We thank you each day for making us safe.
We thank you each day with god's grace.
Be safe and be proud
For we will see you in a little while.
Categories:
warday, world, day, hero,
Form: Ballad