Guns
Bang, bang, You're dead nothing asked, nothing said Trigger pulled, it is too late slamming of an iron gate Innocent, guilty, no matter what deafening sound, that final shot Damage done, no turning back can't undo with ipecac No thoughts,
1916 Ireland
last two lines of poem.I had to put them in here to able to post it. To all Irish people be proud of this day Raise a glass and celebrate Ireland's glorious past My Great Grand father was at the GPO Dublin on Easter Monday 1916.
SELF ...
I CHERISH BEING CONTENT
V.D.
WHEN YOU SERVE YOUR COUNTRY; SOMETIMES YOU GET MORE THEN YOU BARGAINED FOR! I CAUGHT IT ONCE JUST TO BE ABLE TO WRITE ABOUT IT! THATS EXTREME BUT THATS I WAY I AM!
Holds beauty
Holds You Beauty Prisoners of souls as the wolf howls faraway dreams in starlight thoughts To a princess over a cold moon and back dark clouds the morning arising sky Opening skies heavy rain falls with echoing force lead like bullets winds c
KINDNESS
QUOTE FROM MY ARCHIVES
{This City Is In Siege}
This poem was inspired by seeing Hollywood films made in that past era, where a gun, a sheriff and an outlaw ruled the town.
world, yours or mine
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Awareness
Free speech
THE BARMAN
This poem explains the Problems that Servicemen and Women suffer with when returning from War Zones, it´s about Guilt and PTSD, and just how stressed these wonderful people become. War is a fact, but suffering is not an illusion. ITWOOLLEY
A SOLDIERS LETTER...
This poem is just a testimony of every soldiers dream.. To make it back home.
A Soldier’s Quantum
Trying to understand the dilemmas a religious soldier may have.
swinging with beauty
well hello there can i take your spare thoughts in the air of your mind standing a picture one beauty of a rose blossoming hands outstretched kneeling holding your soft hand tenderly kissing fingertips each fluttering heartbeat swooni
Daddy Come Home
This piece speaks for Itself really.
Carry Her Over The Water
Carry her over the water, And set her down under the tree, Where the culvers white all days and all night, And the winds from every quarter, Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love. Put a gold ring on her finger, And press her close to you
Poet to Poet 7-19-14
another journal entry
Hail Independence Day
This poem talks about the current situation of our country even after we are an independent nation
Johnny
I was born in Hemingway and my cousin Johnny went to war but when he cam back he lived in a house that was built for him by his father Never saw him again just heard stories about war and how he got messed up
Cruel Wire
WAr,
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
WHAT I SEE II
What truth I see Added verse 9/15/17 twkd..2/10/18
Palette
Dedicated to all the wonderful Cub-scouts, Bikers, Veterans, and everyone else who hand-carried memorial stones up the mountain today in remembrance of those lost defending this country.
Desert Rat
Remembering a friend today. He was in the Army.
The martyr
This poem is written for all the big and small head of soldiers,who serve the country,and give us pleaseant sleep by keeping themselves awake all the time of any country....
Dien Bien Phu
The Battle of Dien Bien Phu was the climactic confrontation of the First Indochina War between the French Union's French Far East Expeditionary Corps and Viet Minh communist-nationalist revolutionaries.
Comrades
Another poem perhaps nothing from the Muse and yet I feel the glimmer of thought: As I ride the waves of time There have been many lives Reading the histories of the Crusades I felt myself at the gates of Jerusalem The excitement of victor
old emerald isle
coming out enchanting sparkling shamrocks on a harp playing bewitching music from the irish sea from the mist of hibernia entering a cold mystical island a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean dressed in her forty shades of green her lush
micks challange wave of green
happy st patricks day everyone
Menin Gate Ypres.
The rich patriotic ritual played every evening at the Menin Gate, is a spine chilling reminder of the futility of war, engineered both by Kings and Politicians alike, the cattle slaughter house a more humane place to die than the Fields of Flanders.
Revolution
I drag my weary feet To the last meeting tis the end of freedom we are all doomed. All venues are closed Now we are defeated Let us drink comrades To the world’s ending, And a new beginning. I weep overcome by sadness For the world’s
A BIG "Thank You " from Mizzy. ( Please Read ).,
To all poets who entered or took part in any way in "Mizzy's Green Challenge" I would like to extend my warm thanks. I must say I was bowled over with the response. You are all such a great bunch of people and such fantastic poets, its simply a
Singapore Armed Forces
I say we have a lean mean group, of daughters and sons of Singapore, Ready to defend, protect and sacrifice for the ones we love and lived in this homeland.
FOR ALL WAR VETS, TO WHOM MY FREEDOM IS OWED
I am still crying for my friend RHR and all those who are now misguided and misunderstood, helpless living in a world that can't be fathomed. Deep down is a curse only God can heal. For the veterans who are now living in oblivion. Not because of lack of support from the government but the drugs they used to numb them against the terrors and brutalities of war render them conditioned with an affliction only miracle can cure. Phyllis
your quest
Inspired by a blog about poverty from Africa, and all over the world that is suffering with poverty and hunger. Thanks all for your read and comments.
Good dreams to share
i wrote is poem to all the wonderful woman out there, how i feel inside how i want to be love when in love it's good to go all in i have been hurt many time able cause of my race i don't know but i will love to find my special one.
Programmed #2
Opinion, p.o.v, culture, society, tradition, cultural differences, sad
Programmed
Opinion, p.o.v, Vietnam, culture,
Hero..... a haiku
How great thou art, thou has saved me.
MANDELA -THE WORLD IS GREAT BECAUSE OF YOU
Just can't stop the flow of my respect as this is the core of my purpose...yet humbled by his unequaled dedication and achievement in spite of the odds...I am his student. With special mention to Martin Luther King Jr and Mahatma Gandhi. Thank you all for your reads and comments..
if only she knows
for those on their prime being called on the front lines... the pawns for our freedom
MANDELA - MAN OF GREATNESS
For a very great man, so the world would learn...Unity can be achieved with patience and forgiveness...resilience and strength...sans blood shed....and won....30 something years in prison..only to come out with more potent on his drive for what he believed in...the exaltation of justice and equality among men regardless of the colors of the skin. We are all one and the same...Equal no more no less. Thank you all for your reads..
A Rifle is not just for Christmas
This is a poem/story about my generations preoccupation with guns... from an early age.