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Love and War (Dedicated to those who died on the fields of war)
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
Sorry to break the cheery mood here, but I had this coming for a long time and finally was able to write it out on paper. Note: This takes place in the WW1/WW2 Era. --------------------------- A little boy was out being enlisted, by law in his land, a war was eminent, by their fellow man. "For the honor of our family you must go!" His parents had urged. "For the sake of our country you must go!" The boy left, his soul purged. Gun in hand, he marched day and night, his soul chained, not able to take flight. All day and night he wept, for his soul and country, not a wink he slept. "Why are you crying like that, sir?" a sweet voice had said. He looked up, and wondered, 'This is an angel, for surely I am dead' "Am I dead or just seeing things?" He asked. "You are an angel, minus halo and wings." She turned red at what he said and replied "see you later?" About a day later one or two, they met again, love anew, in a field, time was endless, a passion with her lips, nearly friendless. The boy left, became a man, fighting on the line, his future uncertain. A bullet flew, into his chest, her blue eyes only a memory away, he remembered as he eternally rest. 'he was only a memory away' she thought, as she looked at the wedding gown. Her heart sunk way further than down, and it longed, for he was lost. 'I have come down to my last' she wrote. To her friends and family, a note. They found it near a hole in her head... long after...she was dead. [This message has been edited by a_little_girl (edited 12-17-2000).] |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
a dark and brooding tale of starcrossed lovers and the horror of war.. I wonder how many people realize that the number of actual victims of war far outnumber the military casualties....nice read.. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
We have to be willing to love another enough to take the bullet...some consider that just too much. In a way it is. The casualties at home DO outnumber the causualties at war. |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
ah, the horrors and terrors of all wars, only involved truely understand the many layers of pain. "Come...dance with me, into my world of words." |
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SwEeTnSeXy18 Member
since 2000-09-18
Posts 247nc |
a_little_girl: Wow. This poem speaks the truth about good men dieing everyday in War. It brought tears to my eyes for both the man and the woman. I think it might be true to die of a broken heart and not be able to go on so she didn't. Families all the time risk their loved ones for the sake of our country and freedom and while thats good, it still is unfair, espically to die so young! ~Lisa~ ~in order to gain, you have to lose~ |
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
I believe that we had brought this upon ourselves. We have a tendency to look on the skin, to judge from appearance, not the internal make up. And that alone can base the hatred, the fuel for our senseless war. --Lil' Girl |
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SwEeTnSeXy18 Member
since 2000-09-18
Posts 247nc |
Lil-Girl: I agree all the way. I wish people could see beyond the color/race. Take care. ~Lisa~ ~in order to gain, you have to lose~ |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
This is - well -- shook me up a bit. I know many veterans and even though they have physically survived, they come home with an empty spot where a piece of them has died. The price of war is astronomical, to those involved and those waiting at home. "Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt and, dance like no one is watching." |
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Wikket Member
since 2000-01-29
Posts 340Santa Clara, CA USA |
a_little_girl: Yes, war can be as ugly as the reason that started it. I remember my Grandfather saying when he was in the Navy, during Vietnam, he and his shipmates gave food to a group of soldiers who had been in the jungle for weeks. After the soldiers ate, they walked back towards the trees and started to wave. That was when a mortar struck the ground where they were standing and blew them to pieces. Futile...that was how my granfather felt at that moment. Like nothing he did mattered. Good poem. ~~Jamie "...I mean, when I first met you, you were all like, 'Oh Phooey, I burned the darn muffins.' Now, you walk into a bar, and sailors come runnin' out!" |
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