POETRY THE FIRST 4
Because I do not already do enough things half assed, I decided to publish some very inadequate poems for your pleasure.
Here are the first 4
Number 1 is a very elementary grade level poem about Thanksgiving with an awe-inspiring name titled "Ode to Thanksgiving"
Number 2 deals with a Combat Marines dealing with civilian life post war called " Scars from Sand"
Number 3 was an entry in a Poetry contest about colors titled "What does the World see When It Finally Sees Me?" It's not that great
The final Poem is called, " Fall and Rise" and I can't begin to describe it. It's weird and doesn't really work.
Enjoy!
Ode to Thanksgiving
Tis the tyme to be ravenous
Sink your teeth into the fellowship
Of friends and family
Tis the season for gluttony
Do not merely be content
Overindulge in love and laughter
Let you hunger for joy be insatiable
And your hearts desires never quenched
Tis the season of merriment
Venerated are those who has asked for forgiveness
Adored are those who accept forgiveness
Glorified are those who are thankful
Scars From Sand
You really want to know
No, darlin it’s alright, if he wants to know I’ll tell ‘em,
But, its gonna cost ya
BARTENDER, grab me a beer and put it on his tab
Stay close because I’ll need another
What’s it lyke to kill a man?
That’s what you’re really asking, uh?
That’s what you mean when you say
“What was it lyke over there”
Oh don’t bullshit me, fucker
And don’t worry, I will tell ya but it’s gonna cost ya
BARTENDER, another beer and keep em coming
It’s ok dear, I am just gonna tell him what it was lyke, I’m fine
Seriously
When is the last tyme you prayed to God?
Don't answer, it's a rhetorical question
I couldn’t tell you the last tyme I prayed over there
But I can you the first…
God, please don’t one of those missiles fall short
We fell asleep with skies ablaze
Missiles flying into and out of the suck
So, we prayed none were meant for us
BARTENDER, don't make me ask
Sweetheart, not right now, we will go when i'm done
God, please don't let me be a bitch
Heart racing
Hajis running
Rifle cocked,
And ready to rock
GO GO GO
GUN 4 GET 'EM UP
Where are we taking fire from
The building across the street?
The field south of us?
The mosque?
Bolster, the stakes are good, bring Mudcat back
Tanks firing
Mortars are sailing, but none from me, not yet haha
Not yet indeed
BARTENDER, send me a whiskey and make it a double
Don't look at him or ask her,
This is my story, there are many lyke it, but this one is mine
Without me, my story is nothing, without my story, I am nothing
God, please let me jump that ditch.
81S, I NEED 10 bodies
Some are born to be leaders, but very few a born to lead Marines
Hunt asks for 10 and gets 20
We secure an LZ under enough fire to pucker your ass shut
but it is not used
Too many Hajis scared the pilot, pussy
I don’t make it over the ditch
Chin high in shit water and medical waste
Welcome to the suck
BARTENDER, ANOTHER DOUBLEU
URRR
WHOORAH
When you cause the light to leave a man,
It will attach itself to your soul
Combat vets glow in the dark
Hey hey Whiskey
Jack Meet me down by the railroad track
With that rifle in my hand
Im gonna be a killing man
BARTENDER, DON’T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE
HAHAHA
I kid I kid, baby, c’mon, just a few more minutes
Blessed are the few
Blessed are the proud
Blessed are the combat tested O3s
But none more Blessed are the Marines who gave the ultimate sacrifice
NO, FUCKER, I told you this was gonna cost you
Bartender, give me the bottle and give him the bill,
18 shots for my 18 brothers
From Gunny Jordan to the other, some would say better Williams
And from Hutchings to Gonzalez and to all the rest that I have not forgotten,
But can no longer name
I do not pray
for the pain
Or guilt
Or shame
To go away
I wear it all Not to honor the fallen, for I honor them by living
But for more selfish reasons, pride
There is one thing I wish I left in the sand besides a peaceful nights sleep,
The memory of smell
Gunpowder
Shit and piss
Burning diesel and metal
And worse of all, the flesh of our brothers
I once prayed, while in the throws of battle that that day will never end
And in a way it has not, all but one of my prayers were answered
This is my story, there are many lyke, but this one is mine
What Does the World See When it Finally Sees Me?
What does the world see when it finally sees me
Does it see a man
Husband
funcle?
Does it see the walking contradictions
That makes up all my internal inflictions
Ambitions
Can the world even discern the individual elements of color
That define me
Can the world even understand that I am more than just green?
Are the yellows and blues even recognizable by me
as hard work and failure blended and turned into envy
What about the red that sometymes engulf me
Is it blood of the lamb that has cleansed me
Or is it anger at the world that doesn’t
Care
Trust
Love
Or even see me
Should I be concerned about the blackness within
is it the result of my sin
my weakness
my fear
my lack of empathy
Or is that blackness hope of a better way
That all that has happened will soon be forgotten
Erased
Wiped away
Leaving nothing left but an array of colors
Not only of who I am
Or who I was
But who I might be
When the world finally sees me, will it cower or embrace me?
Fall and Rise
Despair fell lyke precipitation
It saturated the parks were knowledge lived
It drowned the houses of the holy
It washed away joy and harmony
Despair fell for what have could have been a millennia
When the earth was completely covered
Despair began to fill the sky and blocked away the sun
Despair blocked away hope
The moon was blocked, and tides of man no longer rose or fell
When the earth was covered in despair she forgot how to spin
Despair was not content to flow lyke water
Instead, it formed into a great beast
The beast pounded the earth with fists of pain
The beast tried in vain to shake the earth to its core
The earth cracked, yet did not crumble
While the beast lay waste to the earth, mercy and love appeared
Mercy and love first appeared in the northern most corner of earth
They nourished the houses of the holy
They healed knowledge and gave her a sword
Mercy and love made way for hope to shine on that corner of the world
The beast paid no mind
It continued to beat the earth with a rod of deception
And an ore of lies
Rage blinded the beast,
And it destroyed the temples made in its honor as well
Love, mercy, knowledge, and hope rode four white horses
Their ride was slow and hard, yet the rode on
They went from one corner to the next, each tyme gaining speed
They cleansed everywhere they rode with fire and compassion
They finally surrounded the beast
The beast became enraged and sprouted four heads
With the sword of truth, Knowledge cut off the head of deception
Hope strangled the head of selfishness with her hair
Love bit the tongue of hate and it died on its own blood
And mercy held despair in a gentle embrace until she dissipated into nothing
The earth rejoiced in freedom and learned to spin again
And tides of man once again rose and fell