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Is It Too Late?

Today 6-10-2016 quote 3I love mornings, but there is no joy in my heart on this morning as I watch the sun coming up behind the trees. No, this morning there’s a lump in my throat, and an empty pain in my stomach. My mind is almost numb. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lasting Words

Sometimes—too many times—we say things we don’t mean, or say things we do mean, but say them in a very wrong way. We use words like weapons, and often times think nothing of the damage we’ve done. The saying is: “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything.” Too bad it never caught on. 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 »

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Courage

This is the third Vietnam poem in my series inspired by Tim O’Brien’s first book, If I Die In a Combat Zone. Some of this one is straight out of the book. Mr. O’Brien is one powerful writer, and he inspires me to keep trying. Read the rest of this entry »

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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 »

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Guard Duty

I read a book recently written by Tim O’Brien. He’s a new author to me, and so I intend to read his books in chronological order. The first one is called If I Die in a Combat Zone,  about the Vietnam war, and it inspired this poem. I was of the going-to-war age toward the tail end of theVietnam war, but I was not called to go. Two of my older cousins went, and thier account of it matches many others I have heard. It was hell. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Thunder Rolls

This poem is a tribute to my step-pa, Ray Brown, who is on his way to DC to take part in Rolling Thunder Inc.’s 25th anniversary of their Memorial Day Demonstration in Washington, D.C., May 25-27, 2012. Ray is an army veteran, and this is a once in a lifetime trip for him. May the Lord ride with him, providing good weather, safe passage, and a wonderful time with other riders and veterans on the road, and in our nation’s capital! Roll on, Ray Brown! You da man! Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 4

As I slept, I dreamed; sometimes vivid, often strange, but always, chilling, frightening dreams. Creatures came into my darkness and stood staring at me. A cat, one front leg missing, stood at my feet and looked up at me with dark, questioning eyes. It blinked, and the missing leg was there as if it had never been gone. A gust of hot air blew across my feet then the cat was not there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 3

Days seemed to slide by quickly, and my memory ebbed and pulsed, much like the sun. At times images from the past were clear and vivid in my mind, at other times they were jumbled and confused, even strange and surreal on occasion. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 2

It was sudden… I suppose; sudden to me at any rate. The cold war was long over, and everything was going along pretty well if you ignored the occasional crap from Hussein or one of those clowns. But they posed no real threat. Did they? Hell, it was probably one of them that blew everything up. Who knows? But still… why me? How, and why, had I alone survived? Read the rest of this entry »

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