Poetry MilitaryWARNING: Some have adult content, but more PG-13 to R but ... Some do have some spiritual reference that not all find well.------INDEX:The WallOf Why I CrySemper FiPeaceGloryFreedomMy Little Soldier BoyFar AwayIthacaThe FourRavens CallValkyries------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------------------Copyright 2008 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)P-ShameA poemA deedPermissionA knifeA swordA friendsSwift cutHead rollsAnd shameEnds, honorRestored andWitnessedSeppekuMike Adams2011------