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Faithful Fighter
With the swiftly swaying thought of becoming a helpmate
He contemplated the general apocalypse, yet coming closer to his own apocalypse.
He vanished and no longer can expatiate,
For egocentric is in nature his soul on lips.
Dear faithful fighter do betray it.
Lose thy utopian reason to save thy own reason.
Tender thy heart that's utterly gelid.
Save the silence in the season.
The azure above, distracted of the graceful tribute shots
Prevailed before and after the raucous trumpets and heavy boots.
For is it the first or the second or the mere another in dots
That in the Roll of Honour grew his roots -
For they forgotten and you forgot and so might I forget.
He contemplated the general apocalypse, yet coming closer to his own apocalypse.
He vanished and no longer can expatiate,
For egocentric is in nature his soul on lips.
Dear faithful fighter do betray it.
Lose thy utopian reason to save thy own reason.
Tender thy heart that's utterly gelid.
Save the silence in the season.
The azure above, distracted of the graceful tribute shots
Prevailed before and after the raucous trumpets and heavy boots.
For is it the first or the second or the mere another in dots
That in the Roll of Honour grew his roots -
For they forgotten and you forgot and so might I forget.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
One day I talked to a quite close friend and was told with no emotion disturbing his speech that he shall leave soon, join army, be a proper soldier. No matter how many reasons he found for it, I was - and still am and always will be - against such decisions. But its his life, if he wants to waste it, its his choice I suppose...
Don’t Build a Fire on the Roots
The gloomy ghost of death wanders deceitfully and stilly,
What has been done, he only knows.
The mind knocks at doors aggrievedly
Looking for a place to stay covertly…
The wind of grief is repenting the sins,
Day is a slave of old deprival,
People drink tears with the palms affined
Tears of the old whip and a new history.
Losing again the mind by its own bite
And still amazed at the false delusions,
Flam hastily leaves the own mother
In the incomplete and feeble darkness.
And the children with the exceeding gladness
Leaving the fusion behind
Give their lives for the liberty
And disappear among the lightful stars…
It is a stage for joyance and cry
Who will echo to our mourn?
It will rain on this Earth,
Children dreams’re troubled.
Where should I hide these crazy beings
Not making them the slave of your blood ?
Don’t build a fire on the roots,
I can’t respond to Ararats…
What has been done, he only knows.
The mind knocks at doors aggrievedly
Looking for a place to stay covertly…
The wind of grief is repenting the sins,
Day is a slave of old deprival,
People drink tears with the palms affined
Tears of the old whip and a new history.
Losing again the mind by its own bite
And still amazed at the false delusions,
Flam hastily leaves the own mother
In the incomplete and feeble darkness.
And the children with the exceeding gladness
Leaving the fusion behind
Give their lives for the liberty
And disappear among the lightful stars…
It is a stage for joyance and cry
Who will echo to our mourn?
It will rain on this Earth,
Children dreams’re troubled.
Where should I hide these crazy beings
Not making them the slave of your blood ?
Don’t build a fire on the roots,
I can’t respond to Ararats…
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Hello to Everyone. The author of this nice poem is an Armenian nice poetess Ruzan Asatryan. I've just translated it from the Armenian language into English. People who know the history of the old civilazations and read some pages of the history of the Armenian nation, will understand the lines...
images
As i grow older i see my life that has been
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key
that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head
lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key
that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head
lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
homecoming
I have came back, to where I came
To tell you this, It's no the same
I missed it so every day,
folk would ask me,
Why do I stay,
So far away, fae ma ain kind
There's somethin missin in your mind,
I'm sure it was my heart they meant,
The ache, the love that was absent,
they never new or understood,
I can't explain, I never would!
To tell you this, It's no the same
I missed it so every day,
folk would ask me,
Why do I stay,
So far away, fae ma ain kind
There's somethin missin in your mind,
I'm sure it was my heart they meant,
The ache, the love that was absent,
they never new or understood,
I can't explain, I never would!
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Posted: Jul 2011
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'By the Dawns Early Light'...
By the dawns early light..
we meet Smoke..
Hell..
and.....Fire..
By the dawns early light..
Spirit battles Spirit..
By the dawns early light..
Courage shall not flinch..
By the dawns early light..
The sword of Independence
will crush the foe..
You do not want to meet us
at noon..
You do not want to meet us
at night..
You do not want to meet us..
By The Dawns Early Light!
we meet Smoke..
Hell..
and.....Fire..
By the dawns early light..
Spirit battles Spirit..
By the dawns early light..
Courage shall not flinch..
By the dawns early light..
The sword of Independence
will crush the foe..
You do not want to meet us
at noon..
You do not want to meet us
at night..
You do not want to meet us..
By The Dawns Early Light!
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Posted: Jul 2011
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The Flag Out On The Ranch
It is an old and faded flag, but it is always there
For visitors to see it freely waving in the air;
She says , "I always fly it every time I get the chance
Although I know it's strange to see it here on this ranch".
And when you'd ask her about it, her face would beam with joy
She'd tell how she went off to war alongside with the boys;
She said it changed her to a woman and changed her much too fast,
From scenes imprinted in her mind..but that is in the past.
She lost several comrades
But somehow her life was spared;
And pleases her so when folks would fly their flags,
To show that they too, cared.
Then said, "I hope you'll fly one, and never take it down
Even though you're in the country and a long, long way from town;
Because there's still a lot of good ones fighting hard to keep us free,
Although it maybe for a cause in which you disagree".
Now ever since that day when it was explained all to thee
We know just why she flies it when it's just for her to see;
It's to show appreciation for those who gave their best ,
And that flag is always flying on the ranch here in the West.
For visitors to see it freely waving in the air;
She says , "I always fly it every time I get the chance
Although I know it's strange to see it here on this ranch".
And when you'd ask her about it, her face would beam with joy
She'd tell how she went off to war alongside with the boys;
She said it changed her to a woman and changed her much too fast,
From scenes imprinted in her mind..but that is in the past.
She lost several comrades
But somehow her life was spared;
And pleases her so when folks would fly their flags,
To show that they too, cared.
Then said, "I hope you'll fly one, and never take it down
Even though you're in the country and a long, long way from town;
Because there's still a lot of good ones fighting hard to keep us free,
Although it maybe for a cause in which you disagree".
Now ever since that day when it was explained all to thee
We know just why she flies it when it's just for her to see;
It's to show appreciation for those who gave their best ,
And that flag is always flying on the ranch here in the West.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
A silent yet always seen tribute to those who have sacrificed, those who have passed to the ages and those serving still.
Behind This Picket Fence
There is calmness in the early morn
That begins to make some sense
Before the daily grind will churn
Distracts us with offense
A time making a spirit reborn
When each new day commence
Like a gentle rain be born
When vapors of life condense
Make bold the dusty colors worn
On fields of faded pretense
Lift high the emblem we adorn
That stars and stripes propense
It’s our place to live freeborn
Behind this picket fence
That begins to make some sense
Before the daily grind will churn
Distracts us with offense
A time making a spirit reborn
When each new day commence
Like a gentle rain be born
When vapors of life condense
Make bold the dusty colors worn
On fields of faded pretense
Lift high the emblem we adorn
That stars and stripes propense
It’s our place to live freeborn
Behind this picket fence
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Memorial Day Poem centering around reflection in all we have to be thankful for.
God bless america!
Christians and jews abound, many religions can be found. Freedom of speech endeared. Democratic values they share. Homosexuals and gays parade. Abortion: roe vs wade. All co-exist in this country. This a credit to democracy. The Barack Obama presidency, brought hope to minorities. Amonst problems, americans hope! With resilience they cope. Women have been elevated; this can't be overstated. The statue of liberty, the symbol that guarantees. Children rights and all; this inherited from small. America, what a country! A fifty state democracy. This is the reality. America: land of the free. From land of slaves, to home of braves! Looking to the future; God bless you america!
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Tribute to all those who serve and are serving. may your spirit fly!
Shopping-cart wrangler
The shopping-cart wrangler stands leaning
on his trusted blue-hided steed looking
across the aisles...miles of aisles for
his errant stead, aimless and wandering,
shiny and gaunt, slowly grazing the lot.
He's traded his cowboy hat for a hoodie
and his boots for some black high-tops.
Still the winter winds bite as they fly
across the blacktop lines and scatter
his herd about the white-lined plains.
He'll go out again, rounding them up,
getting them in line, head to tail,
and silently push the ruck with his electric
pony back to their corral and into
the shopping-cart barn for eager buyers.
© agoodguy2have 2011-02-19
on his trusted blue-hided steed looking
across the aisles...miles of aisles for
his errant stead, aimless and wandering,
shiny and gaunt, slowly grazing the lot.
He's traded his cowboy hat for a hoodie
and his boots for some black high-tops.
Still the winter winds bite as they fly
across the blacktop lines and scatter
his herd about the white-lined plains.
He'll go out again, rounding them up,
getting them in line, head to tail,
and silently push the ruck with his electric
pony back to their corral and into
the shopping-cart barn for eager buyers.
© agoodguy2have 2011-02-19
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
an all American iconAmerican Sons
Tommy was 18 when he joined the Corps
Just like his brother and his daddy before
He went and signed the papers, the day after
nine one one
Just another proud american son
Eight weeks of boot,out at Paris Island
Then off to train for the infantry
When he got the word they were going to
Afghanistan
He told his momma and daddy don't ya
worry 'bout me
Three weeks in country,on a cold and
starry night
It was the month of september when
Tommy lost his life
His Sergeant wrote a letter to his
parents,out in Abilene
He wrote,"I want to tell you about
your son"
"We were on patrol,it was 3a.m."
"When we got ambushed by twenty guns"
"The first Marine that fell,Tommy was
by his side"
"Draggin' him to safety,screaming
"Don't you die"
"He took a bullet in the shoulder,
but he kept right on fightin'"
"Runnin' back to help another fallen
Marine"
"He used his body as a shield,to pull
him to safety"
"It was the bravest thing I had ever seen"
"I want you to know that Tommy saved
two lives"
"Don't want you thinkin' that he died
in vain"
"And tho were sending him home, a
a decorated hero"
"Our hearts go out to you,for your loss
and your pain"
So say a prayer tonight for the fallen
For each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Then say a prayer for those still
over there
Volunteers each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Just like his brother and his daddy before
He went and signed the papers, the day after
nine one one
Just another proud american son
Eight weeks of boot,out at Paris Island
Then off to train for the infantry
When he got the word they were going to
Afghanistan
He told his momma and daddy don't ya
worry 'bout me
Three weeks in country,on a cold and
starry night
It was the month of september when
Tommy lost his life
His Sergeant wrote a letter to his
parents,out in Abilene
He wrote,"I want to tell you about
your son"
"We were on patrol,it was 3a.m."
"When we got ambushed by twenty guns"
"The first Marine that fell,Tommy was
by his side"
"Draggin' him to safety,screaming
"Don't you die"
"He took a bullet in the shoulder,
but he kept right on fightin'"
"Runnin' back to help another fallen
Marine"
"He used his body as a shield,to pull
him to safety"
"It was the bravest thing I had ever seen"
"I want you to know that Tommy saved
two lives"
"Don't want you thinkin' that he died
in vain"
"And tho were sending him home, a
a decorated hero"
"Our hearts go out to you,for your loss
and your pain"
So say a prayer tonight for the fallen
For each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Then say a prayer for those still
over there
Volunteers each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
I would hope that people would put politics aside and pray for the safety and the safe return of all the military personal,from every country who has commited troops to the various conflicts around the globe.Our American military personal are all volunteers.I don't know of anyone who is "for" war,but the men and woman who serve do so willingly and are following orders.God Bless them ALL.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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