Soldier Woman Poems

I have written many alliteration poems
Which  bolstered my meticulous monotony 
Of mediocrity  and boggled my  beautiful 
Bleeding brain.  My favorite 
ALLITERATION...

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Living her life like a maiden,
honing her skills until she's broken.
An untitled woman for the rest of her life,
carrying her burden to the end of...

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Men have begun to predict
That I shall self contradict,
Next, in church my interdict,
To be not saved by Edict:
My Governor  Soldier friend’s,
Both of us Christ’s...

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What do I call that young coquette? 
My shadow self; my silhouette.
Those clothes, that hair, a cigarette.
The joie de vivre; the vain regret.
What sort of...

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Sunflower for a soldier

An old woman comes to a soldier 
They speak the same language
But now separated by a monster
‘You must have these sunflower seeds
Put...

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Her camo fatigues
Set a particular mood
Scare potential dates

Honoring herself
She apologizes naught
She lives her best truth

Others back away
Afraid of her awesomeness
Fearing her essence...

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Rear Admiral “Amazing Grace” Hopper
To her colleagues quite the show stopper
She turned computers to household items
And now humans know how to control them

A counter-clockwise clock...

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She serves amidst tears with selfless dedication"


A 
woman
is the most
magnificent
creation of God. She serves selflessly
Her tear filled eyes desire more time in hand
to perfectly
accomplish
daily
tasks
...

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Nervous in her life station,
she tries to contain her anguish.
Her changes show compulsion:
a default haircut to appease,
posture straight to put at ease.
A variant of herself...

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I wanna tell you a story about a little girl
A beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her 
own world of recluse 
hopscotching to the...

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Standing alone no shoes on her feet
thinking of strangers destined never to meet
branches that sway on a soft gentle breeze
below her a stream and a...

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Confident and ready for anything you can throw
Victory will be mine no matter how you flow
I am stronger every day, each minute a delight
I will...

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there she sat with her woven cap and black cat a top of her sofa
there she spends hours it seems coupled in her field of...

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I remember it as if were yesterday
VE Day...well, not exactly
but, close enough for me
The actual surrender of Italy
May 2, 1945....but the damn Americans
Always the Americans...

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She is crawling day and night
in the bushes of faraway land
the call of national duty
heavy on her shoulder

But a hero she is on earth
she has...

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