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Fought For Freedom
I fought for your
FREEDOM
this day i now see
for it did not
matter to thee.
For all that you
have i put my life
on the line day after
day only to find
JUDGEMENT
RIDICULE
From thee
My unit
Is gone
For we were the defense
LINE.
God spoke and put me out
of arms way only to find
out later my unit, comrades
were all gone to heaven today.
FREEDOM
this day i now see
for it did not
matter to thee.
For all that you
have i put my life
on the line day after
day only to find
JUDGEMENT
RIDICULE
From thee
My unit
Is gone
For we were the defense
LINE.
God spoke and put me out
of arms way only to find
out later my unit, comrades
were all gone to heaven today.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
military time
My Jamaica
There's a little island in the Caribbean Sea
It's beauty you have to see to believe
Some compare it to Eden's garden of old
Others say one day it will be the dwelling of God
The skeptics and doubters cannot resist
Asking if such a place really exist
A place of hills and valleys and cool mountain streams
Where the grass is always fresh and green
Exquisite tropical fruits all year abound
Varying crops always planted in the ground
No wild animals to scare or give fright
Or terror to fear in the dark of night
But most of all it is it's people that make it so great
A people blessed with charm beauty and grace
Always a ready smile , handshake or embrace
Out of many one people all belonging to the human race
It's beauty you have to see to believe
Some compare it to Eden's garden of old
Others say one day it will be the dwelling of God
The skeptics and doubters cannot resist
Asking if such a place really exist
A place of hills and valleys and cool mountain streams
Where the grass is always fresh and green
Exquisite tropical fruits all year abound
Varying crops always planted in the ground
No wild animals to scare or give fright
Or terror to fear in the dark of night
But most of all it is it's people that make it so great
A people blessed with charm beauty and grace
Always a ready smile , handshake or embrace
Out of many one people all belonging to the human race
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Posted: Jun 2012
Post CommentJAMAICA 50
50 years of independence we celebrate
The coming of years to chart our own fate
Ours the future to make or break
No longer others our path to dictate
For 470 years we were described as a colony
Our toils and labours built others economies
Now we strive to build our own country
Creating a future for our posterity
50 years yes that's very young
But we are healthy and we are strong
And when the roll is called of the earth's great ones
Our name is there because among them we belong
We are happy that's what we do best
Competing where others don't expect
Of natural talent we have some of the greatest
Just for fun sometimes we enter a contest
Our politicians have made their marks
Beauty queens shone and spark
Oh it's hard to tell our accomplishments
For they are spread abroad for everyone enjoyment
50 years and we are proud
The deeds of a people speaking ever so loud
Small but standing out in the crowd
Expanding the gifts with which we have been endowed
The coming of years to chart our own fate
Ours the future to make or break
No longer others our path to dictate
For 470 years we were described as a colony
Our toils and labours built others economies
Now we strive to build our own country
Creating a future for our posterity
50 years yes that's very young
But we are healthy and we are strong
And when the roll is called of the earth's great ones
Our name is there because among them we belong
We are happy that's what we do best
Competing where others don't expect
Of natural talent we have some of the greatest
Just for fun sometimes we enter a contest
Our politicians have made their marks
Beauty queens shone and spark
Oh it's hard to tell our accomplishments
For they are spread abroad for everyone enjoyment
50 years and we are proud
The deeds of a people speaking ever so loud
Small but standing out in the crowd
Expanding the gifts with which we have been endowed
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
I wanted to write something for Jamaica's 50 years of independence celebrations. My pen would not write so I am typing as the thoughs come to me. If I did not do well please forgive me.
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*
heaven
when i get to heaven st peter i will tell just another dead soldier sir and ive just come straight from hell
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
apparently this was written in the second world war by a G.I in the pacific and i think its very sadJamaica my home sweet home
Jamaica my home sweet home
How I long to tire from walking up a hill
Or slip while treading down a rocky trail
Waking in the morning and opening my windows
to the sunshine and the breeze
Oh such a pity the breeze cannot be bottled and stored
Have you ever awoke in April, May or June?
To the air resounding with the call of the nightingales
When I was small the roosters were a bother
Their crowing indicating daylight was near
Now how I would pay just hear a rooster crow
How I miss the sound of children's laughter at play
Their freedom, joy and abandonment
They are loved there's nothing for them to fear
Woe be to the man or woman that seek to harm one
Everyone are their guardians and protectectors
Jamaica cherish what you have and remain free
Where you can do and say as you please
There's no one stopping you from being who you want to be
Or throwing pebbles in the sea if that's what you choose
The soil is fertile and there's sunshine and rain
An abundance of food in mountain or Plain
Where else is found fuits in every season
And all year some crop in the ground
Jamaica how can I forget you
Waking at 3:00 am with the moon so bright
Taking a book and reading by it's light
How I miss walking with the dew on the grass
Smelling the flower blossoms in the morning air
Enjoying that special breeze that blowsat the end of the year
Let me not forget fresh fruit from the trees
Or food dug fresh from the ground and straight to the pot
How I long to tire from walking up a hill
Or slip while treading down a rocky trail
Waking in the morning and opening my windows
to the sunshine and the breeze
Oh such a pity the breeze cannot be bottled and stored
Have you ever awoke in April, May or June?
To the air resounding with the call of the nightingales
When I was small the roosters were a bother
Their crowing indicating daylight was near
Now how I would pay just hear a rooster crow
How I miss the sound of children's laughter at play
Their freedom, joy and abandonment
They are loved there's nothing for them to fear
Woe be to the man or woman that seek to harm one
Everyone are their guardians and protectectors
Jamaica cherish what you have and remain free
Where you can do and say as you please
There's no one stopping you from being who you want to be
Or throwing pebbles in the sea if that's what you choose
The soil is fertile and there's sunshine and rain
An abundance of food in mountain or Plain
Where else is found fuits in every season
And all year some crop in the ground
Jamaica how can I forget you
Waking at 3:00 am with the moon so bright
Taking a book and reading by it's light
How I miss walking with the dew on the grass
Smelling the flower blossoms in the morning air
Enjoying that special breeze that blowsat the end of the year
Let me not forget fresh fruit from the trees
Or food dug fresh from the ground and straight to the pot
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
reflecting on homeDIE....Your Dealth is near......EVADE
The friends we did make
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.
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Posted: Apr 2012
Post Commentgulf war
the sky is burning firey red
admid the deadly shroud of night
in the hills they are gathering
preparing for to fight
well the sky its lit up now as the tracers flies again
the tank rounds pound carves up the ground
the evel deeds of men
we must guard the innocent
we no we cannot hide
we must guard the innocent
until this war subsides
altough we are far away from home
admid the bullet and the bomb
morale is good as well it should
out here in the Gulf land of war.
admid the deadly shroud of night
in the hills they are gathering
preparing for to fight
well the sky its lit up now as the tracers flies again
the tank rounds pound carves up the ground
the evel deeds of men
we must guard the innocent
we no we cannot hide
we must guard the innocent
until this war subsides
altough we are far away from home
admid the bullet and the bomb
morale is good as well it should
out here in the Gulf land of war.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
this poem is based on the gulf wara young soldier trying to make meaning why he is in the combat zone
with an invisable enemy.
Proud to be Jamaican
We are Jamaicans and proud to be
In our hearts we were born to be free
Try as you will with all your might
We will stand and fight for our rights
We are Jamaicans this is our land
Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands
Building on that foundation they laid
We will continue to walk the path they tread
We are Jamaicans and we will fight
To end wrong and usher in the right
All must be equal before the law
And the same law must apply for one and all
We are Jamaicans let the world continue to guess
The secret of our prowess in any contest
Bettering the best and fitter than the fittest
We are Jamaicans mean we are the greatest
We are Jamaicans and Jamaicans we are
Matters not that we travel near and far
We will always return to the land of the sea, the sun and the sand
Jamaica - will always be our homeland
In our hearts we were born to be free
Try as you will with all your might
We will stand and fight for our rights
We are Jamaicans this is our land
Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands
Building on that foundation they laid
We will continue to walk the path they tread
We are Jamaicans and we will fight
To end wrong and usher in the right
All must be equal before the law
And the same law must apply for one and all
We are Jamaicans let the world continue to guess
The secret of our prowess in any contest
Bettering the best and fitter than the fittest
We are Jamaicans mean we are the greatest
We are Jamaicans and Jamaicans we are
Matters not that we travel near and far
We will always return to the land of the sea, the sun and the sand
Jamaica - will always be our homeland
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Posted: Mar 2012
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Paddy's Day Rant
Oh Paddy's Day the craic, the ceol,
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.
Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.
Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.
The day in the year when you can forget the dole,
Forget life's struggle, forget life's toil,
Oh haven't you heard we've just struck oil.
Exports are growing or so they say,
But the exports are people who leave each day,
We are where we are politicians proclaim,
This lost generation is Ireland's shame.
Forced to flee by the businessman's greed,
Forced to seek the future they need,
The Government forgets it's us they serve,
With their patting of backs they've some fechin nerve.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A Paddy's Day rant as I watch my village slowly die. 42, people aged between 18-32 gone mainly to Australia, out of population of 750. Forced to leave because of lack of work and opportunity. Rural Ireland is dying but its plight s not being heard in DublinPoems 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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