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ODE TO OUR ARMED FORCES
We are free because you are
ARMY...
NAVY...
AIR FORCE...
MARINES....
You fight, bleed, die...
For FREEDOM...
your BATTLE CRY.
We rest tonight for we are safe...
because of the difference that you make...
We sleep in peace without a care...
because you are on duty everywhere.
ARMY...
NAVY...
AIR FORCE...
MARINES....
You fight, bleed, die...
For FREEDOM...
your BATTLE CRY.
We rest tonight for we are safe...
because of the difference that you make...
We sleep in peace without a care...
because you are on duty everywhere.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
A thanks to all who serve and sacrifice to keep us free.From one who served.
TAPS
The bugle sounds its final call
the echoes die away;
darkness now has fallen
although it is mid-day.
The flag is being folded
to be given to your wife.
Your children stand bewildered
at this strange twist in life.
Another hero has fallen
and now he lies at rest.
The world's a darker place now
for he was one of the best.
He raised his children to love the Lord
and honor his country and flag.
He served with pride and honor,
they sent him home in a bag.
the echoes die away;
darkness now has fallen
although it is mid-day.
The flag is being folded
to be given to your wife.
Your children stand bewildered
at this strange twist in life.
Another hero has fallen
and now he lies at rest.
The world's a darker place now
for he was one of the best.
He raised his children to love the Lord
and honor his country and flag.
He served with pride and honor,
they sent him home in a bag.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Self explanatoryWELCOME HOME
I've been a lot of places,
I did not want to go.
I've been forced to learn some things,
I did not want to know.
I've watched a lot of friends die,
while I stood helplessly.
Hearing the steel hornet sing,
knowing one was seeking me.
I thought I was doing my duty,
like so many had before.
Risking all for God and country,
upon some distant shore.
Baby Killer some have called me,
and since then I've heard worse.
Instead of coming back heroes,
we're still living under a curse.
But someday when I reach heaven,
where I won't have to stand alone.
I know I'll hear my Savior say,
"Stand easy, troop. Welcome home".
I did not want to go.
I've been forced to learn some things,
I did not want to know.
I've watched a lot of friends die,
while I stood helplessly.
Hearing the steel hornet sing,
knowing one was seeking me.
I thought I was doing my duty,
like so many had before.
Risking all for God and country,
upon some distant shore.
Baby Killer some have called me,
and since then I've heard worse.
Instead of coming back heroes,
we're still living under a curse.
But someday when I reach heaven,
where I won't have to stand alone.
I know I'll hear my Savior say,
"Stand easy, troop. Welcome home".
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
It's about all who served in the "Green Hell".Written because it needs to be said and to instill hope in other "'Nam" era vets.
the easter riseing
BOOM BOOM BOOM
THE GUNS OF THE OPPERSSOR SPOKE THERE MESSAGE OF DEATH
MANY BRAVE MEN THE BLACK REAPER THAT DAY MET.
EASTER SUNDAY 1916 IN IRELANDS CAPITAL CITY WHEN THE MIGHT OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE SHOWED US LITTLE PITY.
THE GPO WAS UNDER SEIGH BUT IRELANDS SONS WERE STRONG
THE TRI COLOUR BLEW IN THE BREEZ AS THE REBELS WERE FIRED APON
SOME SAID TAKEING UP ARMS WAS NOT THE RIGHT SULTSHON BUT HOW EALS TO GET FREE FROOM A FOREIGN CONSTITUTION
AS DUBLIN SHEAD HER TEARS OF WAR MANY HARTS WERE LIGHT FOR ALL TRUE IRISHMEN KNEW THER CAUSE WAS RIGHT.
FOR 7 DAYS BLODDY AND SCARED WITH SPIRITS NEVER WAVERING PLEDGED TO FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN A NATION IN THE MAKEING
AND DO THE LOST THAT EASRERTIDE THEIR MEMORIES ARE NOT FORSAKING THEY DIED MAYTHERS FOR THEIR BELIVES A CREDIT TO ANY NATHION
GERARD O KEEFFE
THE GUNS OF THE OPPERSSOR SPOKE THERE MESSAGE OF DEATH
MANY BRAVE MEN THE BLACK REAPER THAT DAY MET.
EASTER SUNDAY 1916 IN IRELANDS CAPITAL CITY WHEN THE MIGHT OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE SHOWED US LITTLE PITY.
THE GPO WAS UNDER SEIGH BUT IRELANDS SONS WERE STRONG
THE TRI COLOUR BLEW IN THE BREEZ AS THE REBELS WERE FIRED APON
SOME SAID TAKEING UP ARMS WAS NOT THE RIGHT SULTSHON BUT HOW EALS TO GET FREE FROOM A FOREIGN CONSTITUTION
AS DUBLIN SHEAD HER TEARS OF WAR MANY HARTS WERE LIGHT FOR ALL TRUE IRISHMEN KNEW THER CAUSE WAS RIGHT.
FOR 7 DAYS BLODDY AND SCARED WITH SPIRITS NEVER WAVERING PLEDGED TO FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN A NATION IN THE MAKEING
AND DO THE LOST THAT EASRERTIDE THEIR MEMORIES ARE NOT FORSAKING THEY DIED MAYTHERS FOR THEIR BELIVES A CREDIT TO ANY NATHION
GERARD O KEEFFE
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I WROTH THIS POMES FOR IRELANDS SONS AND NOW WE HAVE PEACE THATS WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED
A Tribute For Memorial Day
My heart filled with grief, and my heart filled with pain
For all our Fallen Heroes and the Heroes that remain;
For all the battles near and far,
For all our Stripes and all of our Stars.
May we always remember The Fallen were brave
On Memorial Day by decorating their grave;
May we join our hands to pay tribute as one,
For every Mother,Father,Daughter and Son.
ReaderOfSouls
"Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth
Long may the fair and and brave
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.
Thomas Moore
For all our Fallen Heroes and the Heroes that remain;
For all the battles near and far,
For all our Stripes and all of our Stars.
May we always remember The Fallen were brave
On Memorial Day by decorating their grave;
May we join our hands to pay tribute as one,
For every Mother,Father,Daughter and Son.
ReaderOfSouls
"Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth
Long may the fair and and brave
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.
Thomas Moore
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
A tribute to the Heroes of Memorial Day and remembrance of the Fallen. My grandfather, who is in his 90's now, fought in the Pacific Theater during World War II. His younger brother was a helicopter pilot during both Korea and Vietnam.Both men came home safely. I served during the first Gulf War War. All of us have our scars,memories and stories to tell. I salute our heroes proudly and mourn for the Fallen. We shall never forget. *Crisp salute*
A TIME TO PAY
In all our lives theres comes a time when we must pay
for all we have or have not done.
Right now is the time we have to stand up and
pay, pay for all the creature comforts we hold so dear.
Time to pay for what we have taken for granted,
for all those we have stepped on ,or have used to get
where we wanted.
It is time we as parents, grand parents,and parents to be
pay for sitting by and doing nothing to stop what we see is
wrong.
Wrong with our goverments ,ourselves ,how we see others,
or how we have treated others.
Right now we have a chance to change ,grow and learn from
our mistakes ,and the mistakes of others.
Its time for a change in this world, no more lines to be
drawn, no more judging because someone is different,
practices a different religion.
This is the time to put aside all differences and unite,
it matters not who we are but what we do with the life
given to us.
What will we tell our future generations?
How will we explain to them that we stood by and left all
our debt to be paid by them?
How many of our childrens , chlidren will be free to even
try to change what they will see is wrong?
With no freedoms left , no joy only pain ,day in day out
never knowing what we had or what it was like to be free.
Free to choose their own paths in life, the freedom to live
and pursue their own happiness.
What would our fore fathers say if they could see what we
have done?
We as the human race have sat idly by while our
countries and rights have been replaced with stuff,and
junk,or to feel safe.
It si time we pay our debts before our future has to suffer.
Will you cower in a corner or stand for whats right?
Make no mistake one way or the other we will all pay,
its just a matter of when.
for all we have or have not done.
Right now is the time we have to stand up and
pay, pay for all the creature comforts we hold so dear.
Time to pay for what we have taken for granted,
for all those we have stepped on ,or have used to get
where we wanted.
It is time we as parents, grand parents,and parents to be
pay for sitting by and doing nothing to stop what we see is
wrong.
Wrong with our goverments ,ourselves ,how we see others,
or how we have treated others.
Right now we have a chance to change ,grow and learn from
our mistakes ,and the mistakes of others.
Its time for a change in this world, no more lines to be
drawn, no more judging because someone is different,
practices a different religion.
This is the time to put aside all differences and unite,
it matters not who we are but what we do with the life
given to us.
What will we tell our future generations?
How will we explain to them that we stood by and left all
our debt to be paid by them?
How many of our childrens , chlidren will be free to even
try to change what they will see is wrong?
With no freedoms left , no joy only pain ,day in day out
never knowing what we had or what it was like to be free.
Free to choose their own paths in life, the freedom to live
and pursue their own happiness.
What would our fore fathers say if they could see what we
have done?
We as the human race have sat idly by while our
countries and rights have been replaced with stuff,and
junk,or to feel safe.
It si time we pay our debts before our future has to suffer.
Will you cower in a corner or stand for whats right?
Make no mistake one way or the other we will all pay,
its just a matter of when.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
how i feel and what should be done
Programmed #2
'Ignorant is Bliss' for whom don't know how to change, what you give is what you get, starting something or starting on someone because you don't like them and barely know them for your selfish entertainment, laughing at other peoples misery or clumsiness yet won't laugh at ourselves for no one wants to hear they're wrong nor see their errors. Greed, selfishness, love, care, hatred etc. these are our programs. Be aware of not just what is in front of you but things and people that's around you, our skin might be different, our language not the same, but we bleed the same colour, we are all humankind in Darwinism,coming from the earth, coming from the sand, yet peace only comes with unity, when differences are erased and we see each other, as one and the same. Creatures of emotions, feeling love and pain, angels and demons, battling God and the Devil, twisted little game.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Opinion, p.o.v, culture, society, tradition, cultural differences, sad
Gone
For all are gone
i have been told.
My unit devoured
by the code.
No longer here
on earth they
have risen to
heaven to watch
over us.
For their life
was gone in but
a second.
Pain was not
for them gone
in an instant.
Grabbed up from
earth to heaven
to see Jesus
sitting there
waiting for thee.
i have been told.
My unit devoured
by the code.
No longer here
on earth they
have risen to
heaven to watch
over us.
For their life
was gone in but
a second.
Pain was not
for them gone
in an instant.
Grabbed up from
earth to heaven
to see Jesus
sitting there
waiting for thee.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
My unit in heaven
The Silence Screams Out to Me
The Silence Screams
The silence screams out to me
Darkness wi’ naught to see
Save the images in
My mind,
Vivid scenes of
Duress and death
Ne’er shall I know
Of rest
Lest I should die,
As darkness drops a velvet curtain
Oe’r all
One envisions the sights
Of war
Ahhh and yet answers the call
Wi’ visions of death, pain and more,
The coppery scent of blood
As tis’ spilled
Crying of the wounded
The pain they feel,
Fore’er in the darkness
Ne’er to still
The silence of the dead
The deafening din of all t’were killed!
Aiyeee, aiyeee, tis’ too
Too late
For there is but one escape,
Only death will allow a dreamless sleep
As the silence screams out to me!
The silence screams out to me
Darkness wi’ naught to see
Save the images in
My mind,
Vivid scenes of
Duress and death
Ne’er shall I know
Of rest
Lest I should die,
As darkness drops a velvet curtain
Oe’r all
One envisions the sights
Of war
Ahhh and yet answers the call
Wi’ visions of death, pain and more,
The coppery scent of blood
As tis’ spilled
Crying of the wounded
The pain they feel,
Fore’er in the darkness
Ne’er to still
The silence of the dead
The deafening din of all t’were killed!
Aiyeee, aiyeee, tis’ too
Too late
For there is but one escape,
Only death will allow a dreamless sleep
As the silence screams out to me!
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
This is a real ife projection for a lot of combat vets
Poet to Poet 7-19-14
Poet,
It was a great thrill
to read you today.
It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.
~
You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.
You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.
Yes
You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.
What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?
(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)
Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.
Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?
If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.
If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.
The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.
How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?
(pause)
It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.
In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.
In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.
In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.
Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.
Write soon, Poet
SAS
It was a great thrill
to read you today.
It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.
~
You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.
You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.
Yes
You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.
What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?
(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)
Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.
Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?
If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.
If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.
The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.
How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?
(pause)
It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.
In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.
In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.
In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.
Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.
Write soon, Poet
SAS
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
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