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THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD
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THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD BAGHDAD Determined though scared, I walk my beat, On the deadly streets of Baghdad. Searching for any who plot our harm, Or by our death are joyous and glad. Standing in shadows caused by the moon, I'm reminded of my nights back home. I wonder if the woman I love Is growing tired of sleeping alone? I feel remorse for all who live here, For this place is a madman's hell. And those who wish to keep it that way Must be killed or locked away in jail. My greatest fear is not my death, But that I'll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, Depending on others for my care. My wife, she prays for my safe return, As night and day more GI's are killed. She knows quite well, whatever it takes, The oath I've given will be fulfilled. SADDAM The king of Baghdad has fallen, Never to dictate again. Man shall sentence him for this crimes, And heaven shun him for his sin. For his tyranny, he was famous, In every capital on earth. ‘Till apprehended in his spider hole, Completely stripped of his worth. He is guilty of rape and genocide, While he ruled without remorse. His power and prestige were toppled; Once George Bush set his course. Though it may seem that the wicked triumph, And have conquered by their brutality of hand, Through the power of faith “They are defeated,” By the seed of goodness in man. FREEDOM In their new uniforms, The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion, They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They're so easy to lose But so hard to forget; Such a burden for a parent to bear. Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten; But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields, Make it easy to tally the cost. America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war, And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more! WAR As war is fought it takes charge, And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change, Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy, Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man, Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred, Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token, Of the rage that must run it's course, Before words of peace are spoken DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad? My hero of night and day I'm so glad you love my mother, And take time for us each day. The last time we played baseball, You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish, That I might be just half the man. I love my father of this earth, And I love my father of heaven. It's a lot for me to love, you know, For I’m only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you, Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad? I can't help but boast and brag. TEARS Tears are the raindrops of the soul And there's one for all who die. They are the silent words of grief As they fall free from the eye. The shortest verse in the Bible Is the one where Jesus wept; So, if you hold back tears, "shed them" When your pains too harsh to accept. Tears are lovelier than a smile When they come from those you love. As they seek relief from sadness, When you're summoned from above. Tears are a love-mates humble gift When it's time to say goodbye, Though the eyes are wet and swollen, With time and patience they dry. BRAVERY Many brave souls lived before now, Unwept and unknown by their face. Lost somewhere in the distant night, 'Till a poet chronicles their grace. True bravery is shown by performing, Without witness, what one might be Capable of before the world, Without any or all to see. How great the brave who rest in peace, All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country but their best, Those destined to be brave from birth. THE MURDEROUS HAND OF MAN War I hate, though not men, flags nor race, But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave, which die, Then we're not fit to greet those who cry. What distinguishes war isn't death, But that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice, With his enemy's murderous hand. War tends to punish the punishers, So the losers won't suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence, Till the survivors come marching home. OUR FLAG Our flag is fabric wove of thread, Carried by heroes live and dead. She stands for justice and courage too, With her colors; red, white and blue. For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers, For any who die, there’ll be tears, For all who love her, life is swell, For those who harm her, war is hell. How many moms have cried before, As they sent their children to war. How many dads have not returned, Because our freedom must be earned. Wars were waged where brave men died As patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of earth, Because of those who prove her worth. FORMIDABLE FOE America is the birthday cake of earth, As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her, Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection. Since the first day George Washington marched off to war, There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed, Was defeated by our brave and the wise. Once again, we must face a formidable foe, Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill, As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call. Some say we should try to appease them, For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more. But the David's among us shall cast our stones, Defeating them, as it was done before. SOMETIMES I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil, Some say, we're here, because of oil. But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve; Knowing death may await me around the curve. Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die, Sometimes never knowing the reason why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz, Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game, Without a shortage of those to blame. Sometimes victory comes to slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene, To help stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man, But why it is so, I can't understand. PEACE The people of earth face many problems, Struggling to make their living and maintain peace. There are differences in language, faith and race, With misguided hate unwilling to cease. To solve these problems that plague mankind, Man must strive as never before. Demanding justice with truth in settling disputes, While recalling with pain, the casualties of war. War is an emotional release for man, Practiced since the first stones were cast. Could it be nature's way of thinning the numbers, As the fallen are consumed by the past. May the future show mercy on all who survive, With their visions of innocence forever lost. Prayerfully, someday man will cease wagging war, Avoiding through peace it's consequence and cost. SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME Should tomorrow start without me Remember I love you. Looking down from up above Seeing everything you do. If I become a casualty I pray you will love again Whom ever makes you happy I’ll consider my friend. Should tomorrow start without me Remind our boys, God loves all who care. And when life seems too harsh and cruel With “Him” they must share their prayer. I have proven I’m not a coward Who breaks and runs to survive. Always fearing death will kiss me As the streets of Baghdad I drive. Should tomorrow start without me Be proud I choose to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve. I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I can’t help but want to hold you And whisper what I say. SHOULDER TO SHOULDER Americans harmonize in sentiment While facing the challenges of life. Shoulder to shoulder we defined our land Through hardship, sacrifice and strife. We are eager to oppose our enemies Wherever they raise their head. Our principles must be practiced To avoid being conquered or dead. We fail to see the merits of a dictator Only freedom to work and pray as we please. Most seek guidance from a higher power As we share our concerns on our knees. We have always held liberty close to our hearts Unwilling to surrender to demise. Whenever its existence was threatened We have chosen to follow the wise. We can’t foresee what the future may bring Though we give it our best not to fail. Every 4th of July we illuminate the sky Proving freedom is alive and well. AMERICAN SOLDIER Our soldiers line up to be remembered As the best of the best at their job. They wish to be needed and depended on To save all we love from the mob. They risk their life and limb for liberty Standing firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something greater than themselves They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take. THE LONELINESS OF WAR I know I’m still here so far, far away, As I fight for what I believe is right. I wonder about you and your mom, Every moment of every day and night. The loneliness of war can drive you insane, If you don’t get letters of concern from home. Left, right, behind and ahead, Death awaits leaving love ones alone. We pray to God that we will be saved To return home or live the here after. Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday, As we yearn for those times of laughter. The far off stare of a fallen comrade, As you stay by his side till his end. No mother ever carried her infant child, More carefully, than we do a friend. Many have their own personal diaries, To help keep their faculties together. Watching hot steel crash into human flesh, Always make home seem far away and better. I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving, So try not to worry too much about me. Just help your mom and stand up from the ground, And while I’m gone be all you can be. THE WORLD OF MAN The world of man stays the same The clowns who run it are to blame. The seed of goodness was placed on earth For man to prove his heavenly worth. An ongoing conflict between love and hate As losers mislead and procrastinate. Hallelujah for heroes that step from the line. Facing down evil with goodness of mind. Prevailing by kindness and concern for others Making us feel as though they were our brothers. Like beasts of the night feasting on souls The soldiers of darkness rise from their holes. We’ll greet them with faith and a willingness to fight Never fearing to defend what’s right. MYSTICAL JOURNEY Children identify with our fears Where adults share our dreams. Life is a mystical journey With laughter, sadness and schemes. A never-ending quest of struggle Where everyone has their role. Sometimes wrong, sometimes right, Facing problems, which take their toll. Even the beautiful someday shall fade As year after year they grow old. With aches, pains, wrinkles and grief The answers of a lifetime unfold. How long will we be remembered For better or for worse? For being tender and understanding Or just another person’s curse. Truthful and honest with family or friends Staying clear of any who lie or sneak? Guarding against actions selfish, and cruel Free to be generous and unique? After death who will miss us When to heaven we have gone? Will family cry our name in tears As in their hearts we live on? All Poems By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
What an insightful collection this is! Each brings a new slant on the war, fighting, causes and deaths. Thnak you for sharing. Rae |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Tom, these were very, very moving...all of them. I have a son who has enlisted to go to bootcamp next summer...your poems are very personal for me and I can see them through a mother's eyes as if you were my son. You make your family proud. Keep that faith of yours strong, and thank you for your conviction and service.  .....jo |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thank you all for your kind words of support for my work. |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
Tom I was in the military and I loved your poetry. Some of it I liked better than the others, but there were so many. Thank you for sharing them as I know how people feel in the service or those who are out. Hugs Kimberly |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR KIND WORDS OF REPLY. |
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
This was really long. For each seperate poem you should have posted them all seperately. I disagree with us fighting for our freedom in Iraq, but I admire your honor, and pride in serving our country. Death awaits leaving love ones alone. too many verbs there, it throws it off. There seemed alittle bit of forced ryming here, especially in the couplets. The idea was all very good as was most of the imagery. Well done, you have some amazing pieces here. Keep writing, |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Tom Zart is still the most published poet on the web because of divine intervention. |
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