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Soldier's Regret

I have seen the "corners of the world,"
heard the songs of many languages.
I have helped bring peace from many wars,
and played with the poor children of many countries.
I have tasted the fine wines, spirits and beers,
ate the feasts fit for a king, scraps, and dry meal.
I have seen the militias of other countries,
and the destruction of towns and cities due to war.
I have experienced Many Things,
exciting, horrible, memorable and painstakingly unforgettable.

As I lay on my hospital cot,
I slip in and out of consciousness.
I think about the things I have done in my life,
and yet the things I haven't.

My family, my parents, marriage and kids.
I've made my parents proud,
became someone by raising in ranks.
I've brought safety to my country,
joy and pride to my friends and family.
But I haven't had the chance,
to watch my kids grow up and start their life.
To play baseball with my son and coach his soccer team,
to take my daughter shopping or threaten their dates.
I haven't had the chance
to live on in retirement.
To meet my grandchildren and spoil them,
with stories and watch their faces light up.

As I lay looking up at the white
Red Cross tent canvas,
I think about the regrets
that many soldiers grasp, struggle, and
try to push away,
but still continue to crave.

As a soldier goes to leave this world,
there's always those final regrets.
They could be such as the want for
one last cigarette,
one last drink,
one last song,
or even one last intament companion.
Still with different beings,
there are different regrets.
Always one last something,
tangible or not, 
something to go away happy,
peaceful minded, blissed, and
pain-free.
 

*Note: This poem was inspired by Mr. L.A. Meyers who wrote the "Bloody Jack" Series
The Quote of Inspiration: "Trouble is, as a soldier goes to leave this world, he always
has some regrets-- he 
still wants one more smoke, one more drink, one more song..." His breathing is becoming
more labored and I 
know he is weakenin. "...and one more girl."

I made this to mold any military branch and both females and males.

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Scary Secrets

I have a millions secrets,
give me time and I may tell them to you.
Prove to me I can trust you,
And I'll allow you to look deeper into my heart.

I've been hurt by so many people,
I've turned my heart to stone to somethings.
I've been used by so many friends and strangers,
I no longer trust too many people.

My secrets are little and random,
some are deep and some are on the surface.
I'll share them with you,
If you don't use them to judge me.

I've been humiliated by friends, family and strangers,
It's caused so much pain, I would wonder if anyone cared about me.
I've been pushed away and blamed,
I packed myself into a shell.

But there's good news,
I'm coming out of my shell.
Show me trust and care, not money or false kindness,
And I'll show you my heart, my secrets, my fears.

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Poet's Poetry

When poetry is written,
it mainly comes from the heart.
It's triggered by emotions and thoughts,
composed by the mind, written by the hand.
Poetry states a fact and reveals opinions,
it's music and art mixed into a concoction to touch souls.

Poetry can be written by a liar,
but be so true and honest.
The words can hurt, sting, or burn,
they can melt a heart, warm a soul, or bring out a smile.
Poetry comes natural to a real poet,
if not the art does not flow and may miss a soul or two.

When poetry is written,
it mainly comes from the heart.
It's triggered by emotions, thoughts and experiences,
composed and pieced together by mind, written and revealed by hand.
Poetry states facts and reveals opinions, out there to connect,
it's spoken music and written art, used to touch souls,


*inspired by the quote:
                      "The poet is a liar that always speaks the truth."
                                                           -Jean Cocteau

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An Empty Classroom

Stillness with movement,
Silence but loud.
Darkness and cold,
enclosed but wide open.

I remember my life 
as an empty classroom.
Everyday was still and slow,
but it passed fast and unexciting.
I was alone in my pain, 
loud but unheard.
I could not speak my feelings,
for no one seemed to care.
I cried myself to sleep at times,
but no one believed my pains, so no one knew.
I kept them to myself,
thought negative but spoke positive.
I remember my past again when
things happen to trigger my memories,
I get scared and I feel the pains again.

Among the stillness, there was movement,
Silence was deafening.
The darkness was blinding,
the wide open spaces were consricting.

An empty classroom
Allows one to think too much.
Allows them to remember whatever 
they wanted to forever forget.
Anyting they ever blocked out, 
comes sneaking, rushing, trickleing back in.
Sometimes overwhelming,
sometimes affecting only a little bit.
But if there is someone there with you,
the pain doesn't return as hard or as fast.
It's not overwhelming or scary,
because there is someone there to keep your mind occupied.
Someone to hold you while you cry,
to laugh with you and add in their sound and movement.
Someone to sit with you in the empty classroom.

In stillness,there comes movement,
out of silence, there comes whispers.
Darkness and cold, becomes light and warmth,
wide open spaces become shared.

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Stuck On You

I think I'm stuck on you,
No, wait, I know I'm stuck on you.
You're on my every thought,
Things I know you like remind me of you
and make me smile.
In my head, I repeat everything you said to me,
And I don't realize I'm smiling, 
Until someone asks me why.

When I want to write a poem,
You're the base of some of my poetry.
We haven't known each other long,
But I trust you with my crippled heart.
In my quiet moments, I wish you were closer,
I dream about us together, having fun, laughing and enjoying the company.
Yep, I'm stuck on you,
Because you're the First, the Last and everything in between thing on my mind.

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I Still Love You....

I heard a song this afternoon,
as I listened, I stopped what I was doing.
I sat stunned, wondering if that was like you,
are you waiting for me to call or come home?
As the song went on, sitting where I stopped cleaning,
in the corner of the room, I cried my heart breaking even smaller.

It's been months since I last talked to you,
I remember what 'mom' told me the day I left.
That I could never call or come around,
that you and everyone she was related to wanted nothing to do with me.
That I was leaving because I 'never cared about you,'
but I left because I do care and since I was 'causing too much stress and pain.'

As I listened to the song, 
I wished that was you singing that song for me.
I cried even more because I miss you,
and I know I'm not as wanted as I want to be.
I know you love me, 
but I also know that I hurt you that day so long ago.

It was always thrown in my face what I said that day,
that I made you cry and your wife 'never seen you cry until that day.'
That you were never the same when your oldest little girl,
said she 'had nothing here' to her father's question to live with him.
It wasn't meant to hurt, I was just saying
that most of the family was where I was then.

So please dad,
please don't forget about me.
I know I caused you and your family pain and stress,
but know that I am okay and doing fine.
That you're in my every thought and I love you,
and I'll always be one of your little girls.

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Wild Spirit's Bondings

Through lush green hills of sweet dew grass,
under skies of blue and soft cotton puff clouds,
she roams wild and free.
True to her blood line, ancestry and futre,
she relishes in what she's surrounded by,
all things great and small.

In the meadow valley, her spirit is shared,
with a part of her and her mate,
a little replica of her younger years.
Full of pride, love excitment, joy,
protectiveness, posessiveness, fullness,
her mixed emotions show in every muscle.

Through sunlight forests of darkness,
lush vegetation and isolated meadows,
together they play, run, graze and relax as one.
Spirits combined, yet seperate,
nuzzles, nudges, and head-on-back hugs,
compassion between two of one.

They share ancestry, blood, family,
land of no limits, endless vegetation, 
mind, body and spirit. It's a bond between mother and baby,
something that can't be touched
but can be broken and fixed,
And is unique in every relationship.

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Graduate's Memoir

Many of us have been around each other since middle school,
some since elementary, and few since pre-school or birth.
We've had our arguments and made-up afterwards,
we helped each other out in times of need and confusion.

As we continued on through life,
we've lost friends and gained some.
We've gone through changes and tribulations of time,
in these times, we had our friends when family didn't understand.

Together, we have watched each other grow, learn and change,
we experienced similar things together but alone, and we understand some of each other's
pains.
We shared our secrets, fears, wonders, and pains,
with the truest of friends that are held close.

These are a few of the good days that we'll always remember,
we'll retell the stories all the time to loved ones and old friends.
We'll laugh at the stupid things we ever did,
smile at the sweetest and best of our memories.

But for now, as the class of 2009,
we, together, count down the days to graduation.
Where we will spend our last day together,
in our caps and gowns, to collect our diplomas.

Afterwards we will party, celebrate,
when that comes to an end we'll cry our 'good-byes' and 'keep in touches'.
We'll hug and cry, laugh and cry, because we're all going
our own seperate ways, we may not see each other for a long time.

He'll go to college, she'll go to Apprentice School,
they're studying abroad, you'll move away, those two are in the military.
We'll all go somewhere, make something of ourselves, 
we're the class of 2009, we've all get our own agenda.

No matter where we go, what we do, or who we meet,
we'll always remember our senior year, our friends and teachers.
We'll look back and remember our 12 years of school,
our best and true friends and we'll smile.

This is our graduate's memoir,
the graduate's mind, triggered by pictures, sounds, or names.
Maybe you just want to recall the moment,
but either way you never forget the day you graduated
                  Class 
                       of
                         2009

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Laundry Mouse

Little itty-bitty mouse,
In the laundry room.
I have seen you scuttling, scratching about,
I've seen you a few times,
Dancing on the jarred food tops, 
Playing peek-a-boo between them and,
Running back and forth between cupboard and washer.

Little itty-bitty mouse,
Where is the rest of your meese family?
At home I hope, for you alone are enough,
So please tell them stories, but do not invite.
It won't be so pleasent for me to see your
Meese family dancing on my jar tops,
and playing peek-a-boo all the time.

Little, itty-bitty mouse,
In the laundry room.
I hear you scuttlin, scratching about every now and then,
I've seen you dancing, playing peek-a-boo and running.
But please don't stay too long, 
And please don't invite your meese friends and family to play too.

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Two Dozen Pink and White

A mystery that kept me anxious,
a secret with one small hint.
You kept me guessing and you never gave in,
even when I tried to pry and bribe.

Two dozen pink and white
beautiful, soft and fresh roses.
I freed them from their cardboard dungeon,
and buried my nose in those pink-tipped petals.

This mystery that kept me anxious
was well worth the anticipation and wait.
With my face buried in pink and white softness,
I was on my tip-toes, headed to heaven.

Two dozen pink and white
beautiful, soft and fresh roses.
I can't stop smiling, Romeo, you've made my day,
and you got me thinking and day-dreaming in depth.

Your mystery, your surprise,
your thoughts show you care.
When the time comes and you're near,
I wnat to show you what you're beginning to
                                                             mean
                                                                   to 
                                                                       Me!!!!





(JSA>> You're something more than ever before.......)