There were times I literally lived in fear of my dad. At the time, it wasn’t fun, and it darn sure wasn’t funny, but now, looking back, some of the things that took place were a bit humorous in a terrifying sort of way. This is one of them: Read the rest of this entry »
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A Losing Battle
War has been on my mind lately, mostly due to reading Tim O’Brien’s, “If I Die in A Combat Zone”, which is a great read if you want to get inside the head of a soldier who spent time in the trenches of Vietnam. This poem was inspired by another author, the late Chris Kyle, and his book, “American Sniper”. Chris didn’t get overly political in the write, but he did make it clear that politicians, the press, and lawyers, are these days too involved in combat (from behind their desks) and the ROEs (Rules Of Engagement) they force upon our soldiers make it difficult to fight an enemy who abides by no rules at all. Read the rest of this entry »
A Dog Begins to Bark
War is hell, and the Vietnam war was a different kind of hell for the men–some of them still boys–who went there. This is another poem about that war, inspired by Tim O’Brien‘s book If I Die in a Combat Zone. Thank you to all Vietnam veterans! We appreciate your service and sacrifice. Read the rest of this entry »
Maybe This One
Sometimes opportunity knocks and for varied reasons we choose not to answer. The usual excuse is fear—fear of failure, or of being disappointed. And then there are those times when we choose to move across the room of safe familiarity and open the door; perhaps due to encouragement from a well-meaning acquaintance, only to find beyond the open door a world not meant for or perhaps simply not ready for us or what we have to offer. But if we love to ride, we must climb back into the saddle and continue down the path. We will never reach our destination if we cease to move toward it. Read the rest of this entry »
Pray For Sleep
The prompt offered by Stu over at dVerse Poets pub’s Poetics feature this afternoon is “fear”. Stu contends that everyone is afraid of something, and I don’t know if that’s true, but I have known fear of the worst kind. I’m not sure if I was afraid of the drugs that had a grip on me, but I know I feared living without them. I think back on those long ago days in wide-eyed amazement; I’m amazed I’m still here. Read the rest of this entry »
Then Snared
Over at the dVerse Poets Pub this evening, Gay has asked us to write Poems about Poetry. I’m presenting one of my older ones for the cause, because I think many who write poetry—and other things—can relate to what I say in it. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »
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