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Fishing With Grenades

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in the shadows

0 posted 05-25-2017 03:41 AM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox

When you are making your Memorial Day plans, consider; the Day is not just about barbecue and beer:

We started out as boys of prey
believing what we'd learned,
some not even twenty
mostly poor with nothing earned,
others born to plenty
from worlds I wished I never knew;
obscenities the common glue
that held our worlds together
as we'd learned to stay alive.

We hated everything about the place,
crud that stuck eyelids together,
newsies, amateurish boorish fools
buffoons with cameras,
tape recorder spools, whiskey up the ass,
white skin round eyed nurses only sleeping with the brass.

I had it easy
making ends meet on common ground
in the jungle with the bloods,
they hated all the snowflakes
but I hated everyone,
we started young and frightened
using ordnance like toys;
some were bagged up early flying home to flowers,
lucky ones were tagged;
all were bits and pieces
returned to tears and empty joys.

The rest of us stopped being boys
a tour or two ago,
tucked our fears into our dreams and didn't really sleep.
Nightmares came like boom-boom girls
loud with lots of flash.
I grew to be something else between human and a man
who'd lost the fear of dying on a blood trail in the bush,
later I replaced it with fear of going home;
even that got washed away until where I was
was all I'd ever known.

We learned it don't mean nothin'
to get by the best you can,
watch the ghosts come at you
and sometimes let them pass,
check the tracer colors
red could be OK
but green means someone's zeroed on your ass.

I don't make friends;
they always die and I hate them when they do.
Pass the shotgun here my man
we're back alive again;
play the music loud and clear
so I might hear it above the ringing in my ears.
Anybody hungry?
Put a good edge on your blades.
Wake up Doc,
lets build a fire,
I feel like fishing with grenades.

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Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

1 posted 05-25-2017 09:47 AM       View Profile for Alison   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alison

I'm always speechless, hollow inside after reading, ice. There's nothing to say, nothing that I can think of, that doesn't sound trite. Nothing except the words "Happy Memorial Day" strung together show the sheer stupidity of those who say them --- and I don't barbecue on Memorial Day. I can't write your story. Thank you's fall like platitudes. I can really only say that the hollow feeling will be part of my weekend.

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2 posted 05-25-2017 12:23 PM       View Profile for P.U Stinkenbaum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for P.U Stinkenbaum

"The rest of us stopped being boys
a tour or two ago"
Good write, complete with the vernacular of the time & place[s]. Some of us went to RVN as boys, came back from RVN as men, and became boys again. Some of us are still that way and we reverted back to using a hook.

"Memorial Day"? We've been "welcomed home" a time or two by our comrades in arms now and and many of us are no longer part of the work-a-day, punch the clock world. Time to sit back, relax, and watch the news to see how many are dying on the highways and byways and in someone else's 'flandered field'.

It's just the way of it iceman. Some have it good, some have it bad. Me? Well, you didn't ask, but I've got it better than some and worse than others, and it's still the boy in me that likes it that way, if I even think about it at all.

BBQ? Nah, I'm much too busy flippin flapjacks and people who leave without payin'!  

Just out looking for the real me...
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3 posted 05-25-2017 03:17 PM       View Profile for Poet In Pink   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet In Pink

Pleased to meet you Icebox What a wonderful & touching account you have penned. Coming from a family whose members have served and experienced some of the same things, I feel your words so profoundly. Memorial Day is just that ~ A time of remembrance ~ I have always been grateful to those that have served our nation, especially those that lost their lives doing it. Thank you for the reminder ~ God Bless ~ Alana
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4 posted 05-26-2017 07:37 PM       View Profile for JamesMichael   Email JamesMichael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JamesMichael

Thank you for your service...James
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