Military Poetry 2023 (was Part 2 (-3))05/2023WARNING: Some have adult content, but more PG-13 to R but ... Some do have some spiritual reference that not all find well.
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INDEX:Banshee RunChangedForgive MeFriendshipGloryThe GrailHopeI (we are) am BorgIthacaKnightlyLet it GoOthersRavenRightsRise to StandSaddamShoes and RoadsShut DownLet it Go (2nd time?)Shoes and Roads (2d time)Steps 12SuicideSurvivors GuiltThe FourThe Grail (2nd)The Outer DarkThe WallThe Wall (version 2?)They Are GoneValkyriesWalk TogetherThe WallOf Why I CrySemper FiPeaceGloryFreedomMy Little Soldier BoyFar AwayIthacaThe FourRavens CallValkyriesShame---------------------------P-Banshee Run:A banshee screams into the night,Up from the warm bed they do jump to tones loud and three, to learn, where, when, who, how. As cloths jump on to my frameas I say good bye and run into the night for duty call or just a night. Running, across ground icy, slippery and dangerous but they runlike a mad man, for someone dies tonight or not, I hope for mytime is spent to get their quick, safe, with those who can do their bestto keep all alive.Good the rig is warm and starts, all ready, connections made, where, where and where, to pick them up quick on the way. Door opens and I am on my way.Left, right, forward on to the breach or just make it so for othersThere they run, clothed like me, barely on, breathing hard.Jump inside, what we have and on, lights flash or notquiet night, so fast. But keep it safe. There they are.And in we go, with cops help and firementoo, we enter, what to find. Scene Secure. Fire or dangers human, helped to be gone.Chief complaint, cause and symptomobserved items and allergies drugs and issuesBlood pressure, observed issues, smell and touchor just a twitch.Collar on, or splints or bandages, IV in.On board, but carefulone two three we go.gurney out and ingurney on and comfyfor the cold can killinto the ride we do gorun run run other timessplint, tape, four by fouror just morale supportOn into the night to place of healingfast I do hopeDoctors waiting, nurses to cops taking statementsone two three to another bed, and monitors doctors working,nurses helpingbags pumping,air in, nose or mouthblood and fluidswarming up, and alivenot dead, and cold.Heart pumpinglungs fillingbowels releasedcatheter in or notdrip drip dripgoes the meds,saline and plasma.Stitches if needed.Alcohol suspectedor other drugs? Family there or not or none, or next.Bruises seen, sores many, smells awful.Cloths in a cornerReports to do and remember, for latertimes and legal or just what we missif anything?Transport, ready. Bag sled, and shredpapers, ready and comfy.escort here, family saying good bye. Off to the port we go, holding handall is well to the plane.Thank you.An on to the lands below, for better carefor stable is okay but more must happenor does or just in case.Sadly some do not get so far, or hurts abide and come.Not all saved, it hurts but grief abides, guilt or just how?Done better or at all? Why, no trust of us their friends or just things happen?Driving bad or drunk? Issues of age or time conditions comenot all live, some short some long, butHearts give out, lungs deflate, time is here or just sugar low or high.abuse, and pain, no will to live or just ..good byeMike Adams2009For all who go into the night with the hope that they can save someone.--------------P-Changed 2016Young and full of lifeThey train hardAnd come to seeThe auroraFar from home warmParents and friendsFar away in warm landsAnd to the coldAnd then too hotBut not homeBut a land ofHills and mountainsAnd they come back changedFor a birthday yearMuch can changeEyes show muchDrinking muchSays much as wellbut says more is lifestyle destructiveor just suicide.Mike201?For Tim USMC and several others, or just wish the kids the best and when they get home, they find life fun and worth living.-------P-Forgive MeI scream to quiet stonesBut no reply for they are goneand long dead. Beyond my painanger and longing for theirforgivness. But still I screamfor the pain holds me fast.No room for anything else.No room for love, or joy.Only the consuming cancerthat dwells in me, givenfor failures in ancienttime, and now long gonebut still it lingers andholds me back, with ropesstrong and tight, stranglingall that I was, locked inpain unending, and no one tobeg forgiveness forerrors and ignorancefar from bliss.Mike2009(still working on)--------P-Friendship 2016Friends, the dark days, the light day, the hard days, the nite times shared not out of lust, or desire, or even vice and degradation but out of love, of companions and times shared, love between two people, not of lust or some base desire, but out of the need to be social, to share moments, words, comments and vents or just hugs, and being there, and to know each others pains and help, and to see the pain in the others eyes and wish it gone, gone by sharing between two, not one alone.Mike2005/2015--------P-GloryWhat is glorya memory or thoughtsor someone else rememberedbut you do notfor what is leftafter glory is done?Is a body deadone who did all,just for friendsor unknownsbut not for glorybut out of loveand duty, not cause it wasasked for but it was just it seemed neededdone. Mike2007---------The Grail:I seem to ramble from place to place, never staying one in any one place, ever searching, like a knight on quest, for that grail oh so dear, so close but oh so far, almost in sight, but never visible, I go on and on, until the end is here, and it draws near, and I can hear the calls of angels sweet, and I shall finally drinkof that cup, so rich and rare a draught it shall be, for in the end, the cup will hold life, and life is so sweet, and to know this, I quest.May 1998Mike Adams--------P-Hope 2017 (Maybe older?)Time is Fleeting, ever passing into the day ago, why do we hope for more than this, I will never know, other than I hope for more than this. For all I have hope for and a dream for more than this monthly frame can have, but in hope I find a purpose and my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour for ever more.On until one dayMy feet can not riseand fall, one by oneBut I lay down and restmy head on the gentlehills of homeand dream of youmy lady, love and more,but until that time is hereI can not think, nor hearor know your love, your caress or evenknow your face.For to see youis to fearand feel the painI feel once again so I turn my self from yousun until the dark anddeny you totally. To never be a pain toyou again and in this no pain to my self.For in denial is the answer for now, but we shall see one day when I casn not deny my feelings. So I dream no more of you until then.There is much to be said of itit stinks, it hurts, but it is denying the truth but..Deny My SelfDEny my DreamsDEny my HopesDeny my LoveDEny my FutureDEny Who I amwhat have I leftnothing but denialto fill me up and keep me warm.Mike Adams2010?----------P-I Am Borg (We ARE BORG) Alive but deadMind goneresistance lostburned outlost and givenup to the massesof the pastand socialpressuresor just forcedout forgottenfor sanityor just numb. Now justwe are borgand you willbe soon joinedin our unionof mindlessthoughtlesssoul less beingscollectiveand all dreamsdead, with ourjoined dreamover allall well belike us, nofreedom, orseparate thoughtfor choiceburned outfrom the bodytotal, all joinedas cells of thebody collected. Who you wasis now US! Mike2009-------P-IthacaIn Ithaca, where the heros lie, to go there and worship long and thoughtful, of battles long and gone, but still fresh in my mind for I am Ulysses and I have returned once again, still cursed to wander the world and beyond with my crew for things we once did, and now forgotten, for the soul can bear only so much and it is gone, but someone still knows, for we still wander, from place to place, time to time, world to world, never for long, and death and destruction follow us, beasts and demons attack us, and test us, we die and by morrow reborn, feeling pain but no peace..Mike2005---------P-KnightlyTo love someone not for lustBut to wrap strong armsArmored shield to protectThem from the demons andDangers of an unhappyWorld and see the smileOn their face come backThe deep wounds healedAnd the trust returnAnd know love of anotherFriendship and peaceAnd know they are lovedProtected and safe, allGood and warm, in armsStrong but gently softFirm but open anytimeAs needed and wanted.Mike Adams2012For many AndreaAnd others---------P-Let it GO 2016Let it go is all I can sayas I think of the pastand what was thereto let it go and livein the now and notlet the past hold me backand control meand leave me there.So let it go and be a person of the nowand even the futureand not be held backby chains of pain,anger, frustrationand family and deedsundone or never helped.So if you hearme say LET IT GOnow you know, I am letting it goand not holding mefast to the past.To find my happy placeand think happy thoughtsand positive thingsand not other thingsand I can let the past go.Mike2016-----------------P-Others (The Song)The song we all hear before we die,to face our fate, and our deeds doneor not done, promises given, somewe rose to, and some we denied,some we destroyed, and somethat was destroyed..Mike2005The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and our deeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, and some we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..------P-RavenI met a RavenOn the way toTown. To see aSick friend.He said to meTo move fasterthan He, for hewas en route asWell to takeMy friendssoul Away, so bestBe fast, say yourGood byes nowOr never say itUntil I come forYou and itsYour last!I met a ravenOn the roadTo visit friendsHe said bestBe fastFor I am hereTo take his soulAway to a betterPlace.So move swiftfast, say good byeNow and foreverFor this will beHis last/it will be the last.Mike2012For George and King SalmonStill writing.--------P-RightsWe the people, of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.I worship how I want, speak as I will and with who and how I share it.I arm as I wish. No soldiers at my place At least with out renting.I am not a crook, I drove it, and no doublesHelp, speed, quality. My peers know me best.I am not a rich man, or love pain. This is not all,more to be revealed. All else is mine or my state.Mike Adams2009--------P-Rise to StandI rise, to stand, a man broken and battered,battered by the causes of the age, the trialsand tribulations of life, love and desire for justice unbound, who cares to rise with me?None, for all are dead around me, or gone to campsand prisons strong before me, or locked in houses and jails of their own making..Prisons of conformity, and wanting to belong,of thinking they are in power, illusions of their own power and place..Mike2005--------P-SaddamA man or monster,a country in the sandcrazy, or craftydeadly, or insanepatriot to his causeor demigoge to oursdeath destructionor end to all?Who can saydisease or atomicor chemicals deadlylife or deathpain and agonyfreedom for allor death for manyShould we replace himor let him die alone?Do we claim the rightto change him by forceIs he albertrossfrom years untoldof support for himand now bites us hard.Do we protect his peopleor force him to do?But do we have the rightto force him in changeor his people do?Did we pay a priceor are now deep in debtoil, or freedom?MikeFeb 2003---------P-Shoes and Roads 2017Some shoes and roads I wish I never put on or walked down them, but I am here..Alone, with many I traveled with some for a short time, some for a long time,and some I barely knew, but we all traveled together, some part of the road,some it was to short of road, a bad detour, a slippery road or ice coveredand treacherous.. But we walked in together, I wish just wish more where hereto see this mile post and not lost along the way at others. But then why do we walk this road, or the roads we walk, and wear the shoes we wear? And why are they wornso thin and thread bares, cause it was a road, rough or smooth. I am here, and glad you are here as well! but are we ever truely alone, or just one travellingbut part of one band of brothers and sisters, so who has whose back? Next stop, I get the food and drinks, you pay for lodging and this time ask for directions PLEASE!In memory of all the lost along the road, and the shoes we all wear.Mike2012---------P-ShutdownShut downOverdrawnTo MuchForgivenUnforgivenNothing leftall is deademotionsmindheartsoulall is numbshut downMike2006---------P-Let it GO 2016Let it go is all I can sayas I think of the pastand what was thereto let it go and livein the now and notlet the past hold me backand control meand leave me there.So let it go and be a person of the nowand even the futureand not be held backby chains of pain,anger, frustrationand family and deedsundone or never helped.So if you hearme say LET IT GOnow you know, I am letting it goand not holding mefast to the past.To find my happy placeand think happy thoughtsand positive thingsand not other thingsand I can let the past go.Mike2016---------P-Shoes and Roads:Some shoes and roads I wish I never put on or walked down them, but I am here.. Alone, with many I traveled with some for a short time, some for a long time, and some I barely knew, but we all traveled together, some part of the road, some it was to short of road, a bad detour, a slippery road or ice covered and treacherous.. But we walked in together, I wish just wish more where here to see this mile post and not lost along the way at others. But then why do we walk this road, or the roads we walk, and wear the shoes we wear? And why are they worn so thin and thread bares, cause it was a road, rough or smooth. I am here, and glad you are here as well! but are we ever truly alone, or just one traveling but part of one band of brothers and sisters, so who has whose back? Next stop, I get the food and drinks, you pay for lodging and this time ask for directions PLEASE!In memory of all the lost along the road, and the shoes we all wear.Mike Adams2012-----------------P-Steps 12Out of controlwhy am I here,jail? hospitalor drinking what evernext to me, what did I do,why the hand cuffs,have I hit bottom, or justsliding fast and no control.God or who or whatI need help, or I knowwhere I am goingfor I have seen itin friends, familyor just lost soulsdead to the worldzombies shufflingaround with onlythought, next drink,or hit or what ever.I once was clean, sober,had promise but ...No one wants me, theykick me out, call the copswill not let me in a barI used to spend bankin, all cause now I am a bum, drunk, addict.Why does my love hate memy kids fear memy work has fired meor friends all deserted meor worse just as bad as Iand we all don't care.please I need help,can you help me man? Womenor what are you, all is I knowyou or what are here and showingme a way, to a better way.I need you buddy, or friendor just one who had doneas I have done, and is nowhappier and knows a wayto peace, happiness andno more selfish ways andself destruction.For I know if it doesnot change, I will be oneof the bodies that lay aroundme, cloud my thoughts andgive night mares of uncertaincauses but all is darkor better yet numb..So how can I lookin peoples eyes andhave some pride or justknow they don't hate meor do not respect meor respect me for theviolence I have shownor know I can do butwish not to..No more pain, anger,but I wish peace, joyto walk with happy peopleand see my kid, or familyand know they can trust me,I will not use or abuse themfor money, or thingsI can sell for the drugor I can look myself inthe mirror, and see pastthe face now destroyedby years of abuse andsee intelligence once againwhere once was numb or beastialeyes. Cooking is not chemistry.So off to work, making somemoney, but save it,eat somethinghave some health back.Make peace with self,others and the world, and learnhow to deal with things, tonot crash, fall down, numb selfup on booze, drugs or think lifeis a constant party or no oneknows, people know and see youin the gutter and fear you, ornot want you around for the smellor worse that you present.Invading their perfect worldand not seeing who you once wasbut now are just a drunk, an addictlost and homeless or serving life.Creed, color, faith all the samejust an addict, with no god but abottle or pipe, pills or needle.All the same. Next hit, or lover,or what am I doing this for?sores, puss, bruises, teeth gone,smell all can smell from feet awayas you do acts you once thoughtdisgusting cause it was means, nasty,sinful. or just will get you pregnantor be called whore and not just femalebut males.Why is mommy or daddy passed outin the hall way, Whose that man with daddy,what daddy or mommy doing for money,and on that corner with marks up hisor her arm, for what, where are they at,why am I with you, whats a social worker?Whose in Jail, why they not visiting me.Are you my daddy? Mommy? Why did myparents sell me to you?Make peace with all, be happy,know how to be happy, clean,sober and then if you canto help others at their measureand pace and means to if theywish to be happier, to be so.Slow down, its not a race to dieor see who can die first, orhow long until you liver gives outyour body slowly shrivels up anddie by suicide, even if slowlyfor what is substance abusebut slow death, self inflicted?Here, can I help you out,please forgive me, if possibletrust me once again, as I learnto trust myself, maybe even loveme, as I learn to love myselfagain. Can I have my kids back!PLEASE!Mike2011-------P-Suicide:So she cheated on you, gave you a disease incurable,Emptied your bank accountHad you arrested for DVTook your kid(s) awayTold your friends lies and now they hate you.Do not give her the joy of killing you to!So put the gun down,the pills away, stop annoying that cop,driving fast,drinking like a fish.and piss her off by living!Mike2006/2015For a close buddy, sadly I did not get a chance to say and share it with him, and he .. long gone.It can be I suspect be reversed for the femalefriend, been tempted. But may take another bent.----------P-Survivors Guilt (2008)The dead are gone, but what of those left behind? To bury the dead, to record their passing, but to keep going, worse to wonder what if and why? I had smiled, to show I loved them? To force them to find help, or even know they needed it, and how much. Just to let them know you worry, and wish them to be happy, and find a way out of the darkness, the corner them selves in, or forced to be in. And get help, peace and life in the light not death in the dark. Not only of light and dark but of mind, spirit and love. Means peaceful, but not death, for in their passing is lett questions of why, what if, trust, pain, guilt and hatred, not just anger at them, and self.Ignorance is bliss, is far from true, when dealing with friends self destruction, for in not knowing brings little bliss.He or she a friend, not only of genes but of blood and things shared, a piece of each other, and of all, who knew them. What hell was they in, to wish for early release from life? To not demand help? We who l;loved them, did they not trust us, or think us less human/friends or just lost in their depression and path dark and lonely.. Or worse, they did trust us and we failed them. But all they had to do was, but we was not. Knowing what they was saying and is this we are at loss.No one I was enough to leave what they left behind, I know its selfish to die by gun, pills, poison or life destructive. Please come back, I miss you so much. Life is never full without you. But I muddle along, plodding to find some purpose to your leaving. And how to help others not to go how you went. To save others from guilt, for it should been me who died and now you. You had more to live for than I, but now I am truly old and you are long gone but young always in my minds eye.Mike2008? Not complete? I was numb for a while and from 1995/6 to c.2006 was...2016 edited some.---------P-The FourThese riders, riding hardacross this plane of skullstheir horses frothinglooking dead they ridefrom near to far theseriders ride until the endfor in the end they rideand all fall before themfor they are four riders all,all of deadly formone is pestulinceand it is so named and looks,two is famine and it isguantly named and visage,three is war and from itall brave men fall,and the last is the worstof the four though to lookat it you could not tellfor it is short, and boneylike no mortal manmore like a child so smallso weak of look, butit is the greatest fear ofall who walk the earth for allmust truely fall from death,for what do the others servebut to bring one closer tothe fourth.From far to near they do ride,the four of the fall,they ride day and nightacross the sky far onto theend they do ride and all shallfall before them for in theend what is our fates?From far to near they do rideacross lands and sea,day to day, night to nightthey do ride on words ontothe horizen they do ridethese four horsemen of theend of all.But there is some glimmerand saving from these dourfeinds four for us who fearthese four, we havemany names for it,hope is the best for it,for the rest are justwords to bring the hopeforwards and into our heartsand to give us reason to riseeach day and face it anew,for with out hope what canwe do but to let the fourride over us and grind usinto the dirt from whichwe came and may return one day.Mike Adams1998--------P-The Grail:I seem to ramble from place to place, never staying one in any one place, ever searching, like a knight on quest, for that grail oh so dear, so close but oh so far, almost in sight, but never visible, I go on and on, until the end is here, and it draws near, and I can hear the calls of angels sweet, and I shall finally drinkof that cup, so rich and rare a draught it shall be, for in the end, the cup will hold life, and life is so sweet, and to know this, I quest.MikeMay 1998--------P-The Outer DarkI ask, am I humanbut no reply for nonecan understand memy speach or ways.All are dumb tomy pleas and requestfor I am out of fazewith them allLost in the outerdark for to longlost in the currentsof time and spaceforgotten who andwhat I am, or justlost in time. Warped from whatwas one human or just never was.Now out of syncout of timeor just jumped.Lost not in timebut in lifeor never part.Outcast or pushedout, or never given time to bepart of the humanrace, just mutant.Mike Adams20121056 Tues nov 20th------P-The WallI came to the wall, and saw its names, written in stone, and see, why is not mine there, in letters small and even, on panels many, how am I better than they, for living and not dying to be put there, and left to the worlds view, to be seen and know, what price did they pay for fame on a wall, and I for life living with out fame, but glad to be living, my wife, my kids, my friends I have many.Mike2004(no wife and few real friends)------------P-The Wall (version 2)I come to the wall, and see the names, written in stone, why is mine not there, in letters small and even, on panels many, how better they am I? For living and not dying to be put there, and left to the worlds view, to be seen and know, what price did they pay for fame on a wall, and I for living with out fame, but glad to be living, my wife, my kids, my friends I have many.MikeEdited 2004--------P-They Are Gone: They are gone those faces in the darkand I am happy but sad in this for I knew they for a short time, they have effected and affected me more than theirlived, loves and deeds, other than our time together as friends and some aslovers, but love not of lust but friendship. But now they fade andI am at peace, but sad in their finalpassing for what of them and thierdeaths? I move on and live but how much pain has come from their deathssome self inflected, others by mistep.Some by some one elses hand and deeds.But they held me for years for their effect and lifes, lasting longerthan their lives was, but I measuremuch by their passing and the resultof their passing and my knowing them. Now to walk in the daylight, to lovemyself once again, forgiven not by themfor they are beyond any thing mortaland forgiveness is not theirs to givebut for me to forgive myself for misdeed or just ignorance and knot knowing how to do more or to knowthe danger of their words and acts. But I know the effect, the pain unendingwhat if I have screams and dwelled on for many hours long and hard but nothing comes back but more darknessand it MUST end for in the dwellingI have lost myself, dwelling in darknesshating one self until all I have ismy self loathing and pain. Cryingalwasy never feeling more than the obsession of the pain of their passingand what I could have done better. To honor them by living and not dyingto move on and help others know the happiness of living and not dying in darkness and wander downpaths foul and insane. Lost in the moraseof depression and dead to all but the strongest emotions and feelingsforces to hurt one self to just feelanything, to know anything and to hateonself continually for what?Something that some else did and nowlong gone but me a victim stillof their passing or almost hatefulleaving of this life. Not trustingor just not helping me to help them. So now, we shall see, live, be happydo not solve small problems withpermenant solutions. Think of the others you leave behind and do youhate them as much as what you leftthem with? So please live, and its not all bad, okay! We just oversimplify in the black and white, dark and light, happy and lack of. So if not for self, them for mefriends, loved ones or even thoseyou hate, for if anything you by living will show your love for thosewho love you, and annoy the hell out of those who hate you and givethem purpose by hating you! But in this I LIVE! MikeAlaska2009---------P-Valkyries:The Valkyries screams over the battle field, looking for their feast, a feast not of blood and sinew, flesh and bone, but of souls. Searching for their masters table, to share in their masters bounty to Valhalla these ravens of war, flys across the battle field strewn with their masters handy work, for who is Odin, the master of battles, lord of the carrion, and lord of the hosts of Valhalla, and father of the Valkyries, chosers of the slain, picky and keen of site they scour the battle field for the valient dead, and most worthy of fallen. For one day, these honored will arise and serve their master once again in the final days, a future day, not this day. for Ragnarok approaches. And for these men, who fought each other unto deaths door, they will be there once again, this time arm in arm, shield to shield, shoulder to shoulder fighting for their master, whose table they do share, of fighting, wenching and drinking there is much, for they know their fates, for in the end, they will die once again, against a tricky foe, and his friend from below. The serpent, the wolf, the giants many will be there to cross the bridge of light, to Heimdalls call they will come to the final field, and fight the final battle, share in final glory. A final fate againt all the evils of the world, and their deaths will not be in vain, for in this second arising and final time, the world will be reborn anew.Lord Alaric Morgoth/Mike AdamsEdited 2004 -----------P-Walk TogetherWe shall walk the road together, and hold each other up as we walk hand in hand, arm in arm, stride in stride, keeping each other happy, well and strong. Mike Adams2008(not complete?)----------------P-The Wall: I came to the wall, and saw its names, written in stone,and see, why is not mine there, in letters small and even,on panels many, how am I better than they, for living andnot dying to be put there, and left to the worlds view,to be seen and know, what price did they pay for fame ona wall, and I for life living with out fame, but glad to beliving, my wife, my kids, my friends I have many. Mike2004 (Actually I am single but)------(The Vietnam Memorial, just so hard to explain. Not my best,and tempted to rewrite it, but...) P-Of Why I Cry (1996): Thou I am not sure why, when I see that wall of black stone, cutinto the earth so green, I have to cry, thou I did not march inthose battles long ago, I did survive the times, and wonderedhow long will it go on? So in my times today, I sit, and remember, my own days ofservice and still I think and wonder why I cry when I see thewall. I had no friend there, no buddies to remember and reflecton, but I do know I am glad that those I know, returned fromthat land far away, either service there or "visiting", or not havingto go. So I sit here and cry, and wonder why, it affect me so,so in the end, when I meet my end, will anyone remember me so, tolay a wreath, a flower, a medal or letter. I do hope so, so in theend, what is a man but memories of things we did, of friends whoremember us or us of them. So in the end, friendship is saying good byeto friends departed and remembering them and doing them justice forthe time we spent with them. So I say this, Good bye, but notforgotten. Mike Adams (I use the word man as a neutral, not to designate gender)------P-Semper Fi (2006): Semper Fi, until I dieI have to wonder whyI do this living and dying, But just to look and seethe eyes of a child found.A man speaking plain and open,expressing freedom of thoughtof action, and of faith inmultitudes. Living in peaceand knowing safely and Iknow why. I do and die. I have just to knowof why I do and dieso that they at homemay thrive and wonderwhen daddy is cominghome! 2006 (For Ed Donovan, my Uncle - Semper Fidelis)----P-Peace: Peace, oh peace, what can I say of you,but the bodies buried, the burning buildings,the lives lost and children homeless,the refugees wandering from here to there,not knowing any peace, for war is all theyknow and the death of self, of culture andof peace. Mike2005 (Blessed are the peacemaker, but what price for peace?)----P-Glory What is glorya memory orthoughtsor someone elserememberedbut you do notfor what is leftafter glory is done?Is a body deadone who did all,just for friendsor unknownsbut not for glorybut out of loveand duty, notcause it wasasked forbut it was justit seemed neededdone. Mike2007------P-Freedom A wordA sayingA timeA placeA Choice Freedoman obligationa MissionA hunger A thing tohold on tountil the endgiven up onlywhen all choicesare exhausted.Freedom is far from FREE.Mike Adams2007?(need to work on it, not the only one, some I need to rewrite or just edit)------(Wrote the below for a former co-worker, something she couldsend to her army bf, who was deployed on TDY, something toremember her by) P-My Little Soldier Boy (May 1998): My little soldier boy thou you are far away, you are alwaysclose to me. I dream of you, I think of you, day in and day out. I lie awake at night and wonder why I can not sleep. I justhave to feel next to me to know the answer, for the bed iscold, and has just a reminder of you and our scent from thelast time we were together, it lingers in my mind and makesmy heart a flutter to think of you and our last time together,in our bed. When I finally sleep, I awake a sudden with feelings of panic,then I know why, for you are not here to protect, cuddle andkeep me warm through out the night, To calm me with your sweetbreathing as you lay sleeping. So asleep I return to dreamof you, my lips crying paining for your lips, my lungs gaspingfor you, my heart beating like giant drums in motion toremembered love, longing to exploding like artillery with you.I know you will return, and hold me close, thou just a call away, it seems to like so far, and it is not enough. I need you here beside me against the cold night, giving melove in your special way, holding me close, so close I am youand you are me, joined in blessed harmony. So I wait until theday you return to my waiting arms and beating breasts, so wecan be together flesh to flesh, lips to lips soul to soul, andcelebrate the days and nights into eternity. Return homesoon my little soldier boy, your women is waiting for you! Mike1998/99------(Just came to me, not sure why, likely watching old movies orVietnam footage, or just remember things as a kid in the late1960s. Or just remembering some friend, family who have passedin service, or just passed) P-Far Away (May 1998): Oh far away is home from this land of sunshine and junglesthick. I dream of it on nights I can, of home and the times wespent. Oh how young we were once, and the things we did in springtimeair, to see you once again, to rest my head once more in yourlap, to smell your hair once again, to know your caress once again,but instead all I know is duty and honor and country, but forwhat? Who can know me like you do, oh dear lady love. My friends hereknow me well, for I have saved them, and they have saved memany times.. But not as you do. Thru thick and thin I do travelwith them and we know our calls, to hear the copters sweet songwhile bullets buzz by, to know the call for them is close, anddanger is so real, death is our companion, our lover and ourfriend. To know her is to love her, but in that love is the quandry, forshe demands a heavy toll, of life and sometimes love. To I sit herein this place so far from you, and dream of you one last time,as my other lady creeps onto me, dulling my sight, and mind,until all I feel is a strange cold in such a hot and damp place,so far from you my love, I hear her call, of deaths sweetembrace I feel her loving caress, so sweet but final, like a spring daysending. Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its scent one last time, butthat is not to be, for in my end, I have one thought of you,and the friends that I save this day, for I know I shall notsee you again my lady love, other than in the words of myfriends of this day, this final day, for I know them well, forthey shall tell you of my last day, and last words were of youmy lady dear, so far and so close to me, I reach for you, butcan not raise my hands for they are gone away, my feet can notmove, my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb. I gasp fromlungs gone for you my lady love and know your memories will leadme to a better place. Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now and for aneternity I shall love you still. I thank you for the timesand love, I have had from you, and the love I give to you,please do not cry, for it makes your mascara run, and youlook so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown, it makesme grin too and happy to have seen you in my minds eye onceagain.. I shall see you again my dear, on judgement day,for nothing can keep me from your side on that day. My last words to you from your soldier far away. Mike1998-----P-Ithaca (2005): In Ithaca, where the heros lie, to go there and worshiplong and thoughtful, of battles long and gone, but stillfresh in my mind for I am Odysseus (Ulyses) and I havereturned once again, still cursed to wander the worldand beyond with my crew for things we once did, and nowforgotten, for the soul can bear only so much and it isgone, but someone still knows, for we still wander, fromplace to place, time to time, world to world, never forlong, and death and destruction follow us, beasts anddemons attack us, and test us, we die and by morrowreborn, feeling pain but no peace.. 2007(I sort of prefer the Ullyses form, but ..)-----P-The Four These riders, riding hardacross this plane of skullstheir horses frothinglooking dead they ridefrom near to far theseriders ride until the endfor in the end they rideand all fall before themfor they are four riders all,all of deadly formone is pestulinceand it is so named and looks,two is famine and it isguantly named and visage,three is war and from itall brave men fall,and the last is the worstof the four though to lookat it you could not tellfor it is short, and boneylike no mortal manmore like a child so smallso weak of look, butit is the greatest fear ofall who walk the earth for allmust truely fall from death,for what do the others servebut to bring one closer tothe fourth. From far to near they do ride,the four of the fall,they ride day and nightacross the sky far onto theend they do ride and all shallfall before them for in theend what is our fates? From far to near they do rideacross lands and sea,day to day, night to nightthey do ride on words ontothe horizen they do ridethese four horsemen of theend of all. But there is some glimmerand saving from these dourfeinds four for us who fearthese four, we havemany names for it,hope is the best for it,for the rest are justwords to bring the hopeforwards and into our heartsand to give us reason to riseeach day and face it anew,for with out hope what canwe do but to let the fourride over us and grind usinto the dirt from whichwe came and may return one day. Mike Adams1998-----------P-Ravens Call: A raven flys, crowing over the battle field, looking for it's feast,a feast not of blood and sinew, flesh and bone, but of souls.Searching for his masters table, to share in his mastersbounty to Valhalla this raven flys across thee battle fieldstrewn with his master handy work, for who is Odin, the masterof battles, lord of the carrion, the trickster, and deciever,but also the lord of the hosts of Valhalla, for one day thesehonored dead will arise to serve their master once again in thetime of Ragnarok, some day in the future, but for these men, whofought each other unto deaths door, they will be there once again,this time arm in arm, shield to shield, shoulder to shoulderfighting for their master, who table they do share, of fighting,wenching and drinking there is much, for they know their fate,for in the end, they will die once again, against a foe, a trickyfoe and his friend from below. The serpent, the wolf, the giants manywill be there to cross the bridge of light, to Heimdalls callthe men will come to the final field to share in final glory.A final fate againt all the evils of the world, and their deathswill not be in vain, even this second time, for in the end,the world will be anew and reborn. Mike Adams14 May 1998-----P-Valykries: The Valkyries screams over the battle field, looking for their feast,a feast not of blood and sinew, flesh and bone, but of souls. Searchingfor their masters table, to share in their masters bounty to Valhallathis raven of war, flys across the battle field strewn with their mastershandy work, for who is Odin, the master of battles, lord of the carrion,and lord of the hosts of Valhalla, and father of the Valkyries, chosersof the slain, picky and keen of site they scour the battle field for thevalient dead, and most worthy of fallen. For one day, these honored willarise and serve their master once again in the final days, a future day,not this day. for Ragnarok approaches. And for these men, who fought eachother unto deaths door, they will be there once again, this time arm inarm, shield to shield, shoulder to shoulder fighting for their master,whose table they do share, of fighting, wenching and drinking there ismuch, for they know their fates, for in the end, they will die once again,against a tricky foe, and his friend from below. The serpent, the wolf,the giants many will be there to cross the bridge of light, to Heimdallscall they will come to the final field, and fight the final battle, sharein final glory. A final fate againt all the evils of the world, and theirdeaths will not be in vain, for in this second arising and final time,the world will be reborn anew. MikeEdited 2004------------P-ShameA poemA deedPermissionA knifeA swordA friendsSwift cutHead rollsAnd shameEnds, honorRestored andWitnessedSeppekuMike Adams2011------------------Copyright 2008/1998 Mike Adams http://www1.va.gov/homeless/page.cfm?pg=6 Veteran Standdowns, for homeless veterans,but help if you can. They normally have the local one in August?http://www.depressionisreal.org/depression-resources.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcoholics_Anonymous there is related programs for narcotics and other addictions as well as emotional needs.http://www.militaryonesource.com for US Military personnel and families when dealing with PTSD and other mental relation problems. 1-800-263-8255 Veterans Administration Suicide Hotline, they do not share info with your command/boss unless you ask them to. They are not DOD. 1-907-388-2553 Local Fort Wainwright Mental Health Office(Not a happy poem, it was a survival poem to keep me going, since it takes permission to commit the act of seppeku, and no one knew, and I am out of the military)----------------Mike Adams 1998