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Boom! Boom!
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Boom! Boom! I felt hot and sticky as a moon pie stuck on a old pickup sunbaked Chevy. And the battle bruised air in my soot laden lungs made the morning taste of gunpowder heavy. All my ammo was gone ! And all the rifles were gone ! All the mortar rounds were missing with our gear. And we saw the enemy scramble in confusion. Seems their weapons too had also disappeared. But our Supply Sarge, unsupplied, had a bold plan. He knew a way that we yet still could win the day. Using a (P)ositive (M)ental (A)ttitude at its full force, all the battles could be fought with PMA. He said "Pretend I'm handing you a loaded rifle. When you see the enemy, think and go Bang! Bang! and a knife for close encounters when they happen and Stab! Stab! will drop your foe yet once again." On the field, I had no choice. I thought Bang! Bang! and heard the click of ejected shells from fired rounds. And in shock, I knew my PMA was working dead on target 'cause I saw my enemy shot and hit the ground. I thought I heard a sound, not far out in the distance, as we revelled in the enemy's loss and doom. ’Cause the Bang! Bangs! and the Stab! Stabs! were loud all thru the day 'til a big sound shook the ground. It went Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! I heard in the distance. Bang! Bang! sounded small. Boom! Boom! sounded nearer. Stab! Stab! no sound at all. And I saw an enemy soldier, with PMA strong you see, saying "Tankity-Tank,Tankity-Tank." Boom! Boom! rolled over me. Hurt, I watched the Boom! Boom! explode on a bomb from air launched by a comrade soldier's PMA, unmeasured and rare. Now Boom! Boom! seemed unusual and maybe a little farfetched 'til I saw our soldier flying in air saying "Jettidy, Jet, Jet, Jet.” And I raised my head in pain from mud with tears that looked at sky for Man’s mind was on display, uncaged by belief to fly. If only he could live with his neighbor and not be socially retarded at core, such gifts could aim at stars for targets than Death, the bullseye of War. Namyh |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
Excellent write. I could actually feel my self at the edge of my seat while reading. Thanks for sharing! Dreamgal  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"If only he could live with his neighbor" There is the problem in a nutshell, my friend. When neighbors, or even families can't get along, how in the world do we expect nations whose culture, tongue and all the rest of the differences between other nations, to get along. It would be nice, but I don't expect it to ever happen. I liked the concept of this poem. ~ Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.—Robert Graves ~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I enjoyed your poem very much, Namyh. Actually people CAN get on with each other. The problem is that generally the selfish, thoughtless, irresponsible, uncaring part of them chooses not to - and not to see the sense of it. However, there are some people who actually DO do so, some of the time, but good news goes unnoticed. Owl [This message has been edited by OwlSA (05-07-2011 12:50 PM).] |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Dreamgal – What poet can ask for more than for a written work to put the reader at the edge of their seat. Coincidentally, that is exactly where most of this was written, after I fell off mine a few times of course. Thanks for stopping in to enjoy Dreamgal. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
JerryPat – No irresistible force carries Man to destruction. He gets there on his own riding the failure of his human wisdom right up to the front door of annihilation and then knocks twice to enter. And if that indicates that Man’s wisdom has limits, it also indicates that his stupidity has none. We start out being conditioned at an early age with adult approval that War is okay to “play with” and okay to “play at” along with movies, television and video games which give us the visuals of death without the smells of destruction. As children we may 'make believe' the weapons of mass destruction on the playground, but as adults we 'make real' those weapons of mass destruction on the battlefield where unfortunately we often find our neighbors. So very glad you liked the concept of this work and thanks JP for stopping in here at Headquarters. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Owl – The push of civilzation has hinged on Man’s mind becoming uncaged by faith in what he believes he can accomplish. It’s an awesome power used to create the wonders of this civilization and which has also brought us several times to the brink of annihilation. I would also say that fighting war with our minds instead of artillery could indeed save lives. But however we fight at war, there will always be casualties with a body count since unfortunately we tend to bring our mental baggage of thoughtlessness and selfishness with us too, even when there are some resisting good guys around who go unnoticed. Don’t get me started! Thanks for the wise insight of an Owl and for enjoying. Namyh |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
When PMA is used for destructive purpose, it isn't positive anymore, because there is always one who succumbs. ... and when both sides use it the outcome might just be annihilation, as you say. You have written again a profoundly enlightening piece, dear Namyh, that stirs the conscience. The way to enlightenment of humanity seems so slow, but as long as there are people like you progress is assured ... PMA is good when we apply it for the common goal of peace and justice. It would mean victory for all. Love, Margherita |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Besides my enjoyment of your poem, Namyh, I enjoyed reading the responses, particularly your response to Jerry, yours to me, and Margherita's response. Owl |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Margherita – It is ironic that a Positive Mental Attitude isn’t restricted to doing good. It seems equally effective for those intent on doing evil too, like thugs and dictators and tyrants. Perhaps the line that separates the two is the moral compass each possesses and which directs the behavior each exhibits. I wrote this on a Thursday, the only day I’m “profoundly enlightening”. On Fridays, I have a headache from which I recover during the weekend. LOL. But your words inspire me to try for consistency. I’m gonna aim for an entire week and that just might mean “victory” with progress assured. Hallelujah! For your uplifting words, I’m feeling a lot, lot better. Namyh P.S. – Add one more “lot”. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Owl – Enjoying the responses in addition to the poem puts a big smile in this old poet’s heart today. There are times I can get a little passionately long winded, so I’ve started working on my breath control. LOL. A created work earns its merit not only from the poet who writes it but from those who feel its impact and stamp it with a response. Now you’ve got me all revved up and motivated. And, I thank you Owl for giving a “hoot”. Now somebody call me a heart specialist immediately. I feel a Boom! Boom! coming on. LOL. Namyh |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Namyh, Darn. Okay, damn. Darn damn, you are so damn darn good.  Alison |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I must admit that I have enjoyed reading the replies almost as much as the poem. I am a huge fan of WW1 war poets...Owen , Sassoon and others, so I am interested in poems such as this. You have done a fine job here on a part of the topic. The answers on stopping this madness are already known, and in my opinion, the reasons that war persists are obvious. As advanced as man is in technology we are still bound by primal urges...one of those urges is to give in to territorial protection with selfishness, so to speak. With the worlds population so far out of control, the need for more space becomes a problem..to preserve that self. This conversation could go on and on, so perhaps it is a subject for the discussion page...My views are far too complex to speak about here...so I will end my part in it by just saying. Thanks for the poem. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
You know, Namyh, this poem takes a little while to get rolling, but once it does it rolls really good. (Or should I say "tracks"?) Have we all had at least one "Sarge" like that? Possibly... I find the poem more interesting than the responses (sorry). The title reminds me of a certain P.O.D. tune, and the "PMA" description included -- which is right on as to general society, BTW -- reminds that too-narrow concentration can get in the way of worthy endeavors sometimes. Great write... I did not laugh out loud but did so mentally, which is sometimes even better.  |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Alison – That’s one of the darn best comments on this piece. I mean that dammit. Darn! I mean Damn! I mean….. Well! You get the idea. Thanks Alison. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Ice – I agree that even though man may be technologically proficient, he is indeed still socially retarded when he can’t get along with his neighbor across the ocean or across the street. He’ll have to get smart enough to become wise enough to correct that which he doesn’t seem capable of doing yet. Thanks Ice for stopping in. Namyh |
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