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A Poem for the Military Minded
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A Poem for the Military Minded |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
My best friend joined the Army 18, only been on the planet briefly His war cry, now louder than a banshee Trained to kill all secretly Fighting on the same sand that held gladiators, real thugs and real drug dealers. He writes to me... He writes, newly awaken from a dead sleep; I guess not enough counted sheep He writes lookin at our portrait Two funny faces like we were pirates Love in the world he can barely reap like it was tossed to a garbage heap It's in the dirt so cheap. A cold chill. Too many dreams ended in that landfill. He is scared, unknown to him, he is about to make his final crusade into the lands made of sands lead by his Colonel. The shockwave was unbelievable in fact I didn’t believe it... I didn’t want to hear it... My mouth open, tears streaming I screamed so silently, I couldn’t even mumble. my mind’s eye wouldn’t close, even as I trembled realizing I can’t stop the frightening sight of raw-lightning Here I come buddy, I just signed the papers Your mom is my mom. Your sister is my sister I took care of them buddy, they are safe now I just gave them the coin I saved for college Thirty grand means nothing to me now I suffered a strike given out of love from our mother's hand. Her eyes filled with tears man. It shattered the last piece of my heart man But since your death, I aint been the same man I've seen friends turn to foes. There is no polyphonic prose that can describe it I'm getting nowhere like a car with a broken axel. But in a battle I'm the prevailing wind. There aint one commandment I won’t leave sinned I'm a dying breed like the confederate rose. When I die my poems won’t decompose hang any Turban from a vehicles radiator hose But homie when I am finally beside you We will spit heaven's hymns from the summer till it snows Cause I know neither of us need a bell to ring to receive those angel wings. Homie, we will move without traction Cause love for our lands.... is stronger than an electromagnetic interaction - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
A moving paean to the tragedy of war and how it affects all of us. In this day and age we all know someone touched, sometimes in a tragic way by it. On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
I would like to add that I have a friend in Helmand province in Afghanistan. So it particularly struck a chord with me. On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
Def-init, I love your unique poetry style - very lyrical. This poem is very touching, moving, sad, FEELING. Thank you for sharing it. P |
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Rocheal Junior Member
since 2009-03-15
Posts 25 |
Lyrical. Great label to your poems. Seems you write so effortlessly. |
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Ethernaut Junior Member
since 2009-04-07
Posts 31NT, Australia |
Full of power For all the suffering embodied within, this poem was a pleasure to voice and on the second reading, built up to a fervent sudden finale. Beauty can be found in all places, even within the darkness of the soul. |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. |
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