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I wish to die in my own land, a soldier wishes.

Like earthworms caught in a rainstorm, they

eventually long for home dirt. Forced to leave,  

the mind rips open the most brilliant and smallest

recollections of home.

 

Genocide disguised as war pushes native born

beyond their borders. Erosion walks the land back

and tiny plots for crops vanish each year. Some

choices are foreground, some backdrop.

Some become a futility of driftwood left behind.

  

Guns and orders pushed them further from where

their ancestors walked and died for centuries. Away

too long, returned home, the smell, the feel, the air

of home will always be keenly groun-kissed

sensed. 


allets

03-12-15

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Home Air

~STAR~ You do really lovely work. 

*MilMan*

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Thank You MilMan

I try to create something new every day, sometimes it works, sometimes it's a tragedy, but I keep on writin' like poets should ~Star~

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Wow, wow, wow, wow and wow

Wow, wow, wow, wow and wow you guys! No comment. Dont have anything good enough! 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Wow Is Right!

I was surprised by the response to this write. Wow, wow & I marvel at what they heard. ~Star~

 



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Battle Soldier Gutsy,

Battle Soldier

 

Gutsy, rugged, muscular, flamboyant youth

The dedicated battle soldier serves his country

Lured by lucrative remuneration , free rations

Leaves behind home hearth with flaming emotions

Wearing hard, heavy steel-toed battle boots

The battle soldier stands stolid and motivated

Feels like Goliath standing on a platform elevated

Sharp, hypnotized stare gun in hand feels elated

Battalion of different coloured soldiers he spies

Raises the merciless gun shoots with patriot hued eyes

Another gutsy, rugged, muscular, flamboyant soldier

Rib cage shattered, oozes blood a “patriot” falls

Grinning vultures ogle on CCTV “they have built the walls”

 

©bishu

 

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/bishu/poem/973570


©bishu 

 

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"...patriot hued eyes..."

I had no idea the can of emotions I was opening - bravo and thanks for the reply as verse beloved Bish ~Star~

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Lady A

 

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in lines of two by two they

in lines of two by two they come down the ramp 
dressed in they'er best carrying the remains of a 
brother in arms we never knew
 

in lines of two by two we mount up move up 

stash our gear with false bravado an a overload of 
testosterone we over compensate our fear's 
 
 but each silently praying to any god that will listen
not to let us come home carried between lines of
two by two   

Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces

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Any God That Will Listen

The spaces between each word, each line,  Dan, are filled with minute motes of insight, boldly painted. Yes, for the reminder and realities of returnings. ~Star~

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