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becoming a man

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machiner
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0 posted 04-11-2003 02:04 PM       View Profile for machiner   Email machiner   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit machiner's Home Page   View IP for machiner

slicing open the thick plastic
of my MRE,
with the crooked instrument of death
I was issued,
swallows up precious time alloted me.

sewing ripped GI tissue
with 30 silk
pity's me death's power
medics seldom feel.

after a while,
looking up,
I see enemies wavering, crying, splattering
missing their babies
and wondering who really rules them,
if their Mama's miss them;
will their papa's be proud of them?
My God, he looked right at me.
He looked right into my eyes.

I witness
politicians and generals in clean shirts
allieviate a father's worry
with grandios lies,
smiling as they are buzzed by flies
swarming around the bodies at their feet.
the exceptable level of casualties.

my commrades are
18 year old boys, still suckling, now -
dead from their hearts exploding,
torn up by claymores and missles
that put food on our plates,
made at the assembly line in town,
that pays the rent...

kissing their girls as the lights go out
promising their siblings to return,
all of their memories in a bag.
Black, body type, zipped and sealed.

my comrades, and enemies alike
form the hill of success-
the pinnacle of manhood,
with their lifeless bodies,
currency,
barter,
that leaders climb on their way to hell.

machiner
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mysticpoe
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1 posted 04-11-2003 02:15 PM       View Profile for mysticpoe   Email mysticpoe   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for mysticpoe

Machiner, very powerful and graphic, " who really rules them ". Good luck!!

mysticpoe
Musicmaker1969
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2 posted 04-11-2003 03:23 PM       View Profile for Musicmaker1969   Email Musicmaker1969   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Musicmaker1969's Home Page   View IP for Musicmaker1969

This is a very powerful poem.  Very timely considering where the USA is at right now.

Jesus lives in my heart!
sheriliegh@reddens.ca

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3 posted 04-11-2003 04:06 PM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Earth Angel's Home Page   View IP for Earth Angel

This poem carries even more weight at times like these.

Peace, Love & Light,
EA
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4 posted 04-11-2003 05:13 PM       View Profile for Joyce Johnson   Email Joyce Johnson   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Joyce Johnson

Well spoken.  Joyce
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(big hugggssssssss) All I can say is that if our leaders want war so badly, why aren't they out on the battlefield commanding the infantry? (sad sigh) It sickens me to hear of the news always talking about the Americans dying down there, but never mentioning the thousands of civilians killed down there also! (sad sigh) I keep praying for the world, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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very intense
Temptress
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7 posted 04-29-2003 12:37 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

First poem about war that seems like it has a little more heart than political debate. Or..maybe a little of both. Either way I, I enjoyed reading it.

You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL

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checking to see if I voted

You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL

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Good write - thank you.
machiner
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10 posted 04-29-2003 05:40 PM       View Profile for machiner   Email machiner   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit machiner's Home Page   View IP for machiner

Thank you for reading my poetry.

I remember being very young having a conversation with an old retired military officer. He was unhappy with his life;decisions he made, orders he followed...joy he missed out on. Deaths he caused.

One of my earliest earth shattering thoughts was when I was 4(ish) and neighbors and relatives were returning from Vietnam...I thought...great, just great, I was born to become a killer. Born to become a "man"

Peace to you. And your children. Everyone.

machiner
 
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