those weary eyes looked at me
red, filthy but beautiful to see
between the ground of battle which last
and will go on forever until all breathe their last
covered with blood, sorrow and sweat they were
wondering how much longer this land of mine see them suffer
so many people were killed
and many others fighting their way to join them
it seemed to last forever
never ending it felt
i pass the yesterday smile filled faces which covered in anguish
which didn't help in making my heart peace
the day came and it all ended
no one left to share the win or lose
in the end it seemed in vain
killing their own brothers and fathers but there was nothing to gain
i passed the graves of everyone who cared and didn't too
on it i shed a tear and placed a lily
to every brave heart which lost its soul
for the sake of a friend or their family
the generations are diverse
as different as can be
generation gaps exist
in every family tree
Grandma had the radio
Hitler and two wars
"sacrifice" and "stay in line"
the first co-ed bars
My Mama saw Vietnam
Woodstock and the moon
television.. birth control
and phones in every room
Now generation x is here
and hero's don't exist
but we have the Internet
and fancy e-mail lists
the millennial's have seen so many things
Katrina and face-book
you scoff - but know our purple hair
invite those second looks
each generation changes things
not always for the best
but heart to heart and hand to hand
we give the gap a rest
No rift in the unthawing ice
The sled took dark matter over crystals of snow
Here the water's thin bonds sufficed
And the one who led was the one who should know
There was no glory in the game
For him, a southern heart seeking a northern pole
Of stars when his heart was aflame
For the warm rhythms of drums called him for a role
Beyond the ken of history
Where his firsts are ancient as the Nile, wrapped in night
Filled with stars of antiquity
Old, so old, the magi had never seen their light.
Today we know where ships must seek
Without the theodolite of desert sands
Time replaced the proud with the meek
God guides the world with his great inerrant hands
Now the servant throned in silence
Is unmasked to his regal heritage, and brought
Maryland's son his prominence
Since first Peary's eyes in his wisdom's net was caught
Like a schooner around the globe
This freedman's soul brought home cargoes none knew before
For something in his blood's wide robe
Could not resist those paths ancient Ghana explored
This was unexpected.
You, the man my heart seeks.
How could it be possible that it is true?
Is it happening?
For me and you?
A man in uniform.
I have fallen for.
Stupidly I let myself go.
Where no woman wants to go.
You could die in battle.
Be blown to smithereens.
Take a gunshot to the heart.
And bleed out.
But I can’t stop what is in progression.
They say the heart wants what the heart wants.
But do I want this?
No.
YES.
My brain and heart battle.
Should I choose logic over my heart’s desire?
But how can I stop this fire?
To let romance and passion go denied.
It seems so wrong.
I know he’ll be in the military long.
So how long can I wait?
Is it destiny, maybe fate?
He is a good solider, he won’t break my heart.
But will I break his?
Man In uniform, leaving for the army.
What would you do if I asked you to stay?
But I can’t.
It would be dishonorable.
But the truth is.
I love you.
Man fighting for the red white and blue.
-Dedicated to loved ones who have someone fighting for the USA
The sea is rough, the sea is tense
Like a forest dark, like a forest dense
Keep all eyes forward, keep all eyes alert
Deny the soul anger, deny the soul hurt
Adjust to the road, adjust to the times
Avoid all temptations, avoid all crimes
Do not change the path, do not change the goals
The heart is a rolling plain, the heart is a grassy knoll
Do not fear day, do not fear night
Life is a journey, life is a fight
Command the ranks, command the fleet
Seal the hatches, seal the heat
It will not be easy, it will not be long
Remain completely confident, remain completely strong
Look afar in the sunset, look afar in the bay
Sing The Star Spangled Banner, sing Anchors Aweigh
Her heart yearns for better days
Her love of her land she displays
Tee-pee tall and strong of leather
Just to block unspeakable weather.
She lingers near the cool blue-green pond
She longs for lost lover in the beyond
He a brave fought the wild war
Did not know what was soon in-store.
Days of travel now behind
Trial of tears of no other kind
She sits in woods cool breezes blow
With heart heavy as family go.
Linda Terrell
December 20, 2009
More brawns than brains, the young soldiers charge into battle.
Many of them will die in their struggles with their enemies,
while others will realize the reality of war and never return
to this hellish domain.
Bombs pelt the ground from above them, the soldiers's heart race
for survival with little faith of ever surviving.
Gaining the experience needed more will survive this time around.
The soldiers will be honored with their feats in battle that will tell of
their struggles long after they are gone.
Some crippled by the travesty of war, while others are emotionally
scarred for life by the haunting memories of their fallen comrades.
So many conflicts before them usually never amounting to anything,
except for the casualties of war.
The experienced soldiers wonder if it was really worth it.
People mourn for the fallen soldiers at their memorial.
Sadly, many truly do not understand their sacrifices, except for
the ones dearest to those heroes who gave their lives.
Asked now, and from so many before them, the sadden heart
ask, "Why?"
I talked with a soldier today
Of battles in distant lands
I saw the strength of mighty men
Surrounding this brave man!
He was made a leader there
brave men followed him on
But I saw the sadness in his eyes
As he spoke of ones now gone.
Such courage filled the stories told
Of commands followed out with power
Never knowing just what was up ahead
Or what they would face each hour.
The love shown for the innocent ones
Caught up in war fought strong
Of little ones carried away from homes
Where their parents were now gone.
My heart is filled with awe today
From the short moments of his words
We know so little of what they saw
Over there in other worlds.
But I walk away a little more secure
Knowing such strength is in control
For the love he showed for this great land
Was in his Heart and Soul.......
The mighty warlord shakes his fist and sends his troops to the abyss
Families broken and torn because of an oath that was sworn
Fathers and sons die in vain but no one can feel their pain
Mothers cry as their children are sent off to die
Innocent blood is shed, does no one care for these dead
Sadness grips the heart of man as many a persons blood stains the land
Cries from the public go unheard as the warlord shouts his mighty words
Kill them all he says, make these people pay
The screams of wounded go on through the night begging for the warlord to end the fight
No answer comes from his high up throne for his heart is cold as stone
Only a child dared to face him
He begged for his people
His words so moved the warlord he again shook is fist this time calling his troops from
the abyss
Families are pieced back together after the mighty storm they have weathered
The child is proclaimed a hero
Sides that once wared against each other now call themselves brothers
Fields are resown and homes rebuilt, no longer does the warlord feel guilt
But nothing can replace the loss of life for that is the true price of war
I Hear the Drum Rolls Beating
By: Christopher S. Cascaden
I hear the drum rolls beating
And of men marching
I am a soldier of the past
My brothers being carried
I hear the lord calling down below
I understand the beating boots
My heart lifts into the sky
I hear the bang of seven saluting shots
And the cries of comrades gone
I lay my hand upon the casket
I feel my heart hit the sky
but be handed back to me
I hear the drum rolls of my lord
calling down to me
I understand the light given by those
who fought and died for me
I see greatness in their deeds
I feel their boots hit the ground
once again in heaven.
I Hear the Drum Rolls Beating
By: Christopher S. Cascaden
I hear the drum rolls beating
And of men marching
I am a soldier of the past
My brothers being carried
I hear the lord calling down below
I understand the beating boots
My heart lifts into the sky
I hear the bang of seven saluting shots
And the cries of comrades gone
I lay my hand upon the casket
I feel my heart hit the sky
but be handed back to me
I hear the drum rolls of my lord
calling down to me
I understand the light given by those
who fought and died for me
I see greatness in their deeds
I feel their boots hit the ground
once again in heaven.