In search of the yet unknown they roam,
Young faces carrying old burdens
They have seen too much.
Man the trenches, takes up arms, pick the nation
Onto your shoulders, for that is what
They have seen too much, far beyond tears
His eyes blank, her hands trembling with repressed
Memories of somewhere far away.
He didn't mean to kill, though he meant
To do his duty.
She didn't mean to see the bodies, though she meant
To help her brothers.
No man left behind.
The blood felt sticky as it seeped through his uniform,
Carrying a fallen comrade,
Trying not to think of anything but the steps back to
When I played Taps it was cold. November 1, because
The veterans all had work on Tuesday the 11th.
My heart and my salute to America's servicemen and women
Poured through my trumpet with as much
Solemnity and remembrance and love as I could muster.
24 notes that reminded me of my great-grandfather's flag,
The picture of my father in his dress whites,
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses at Arlington.
I cried, and I wasn't even ashamed of it.
To all who have served our country
To all who have sacrificed of their minds and bodies
To all who have lost lives and limbs and peace of mind to
I salute you.
Please take time to remember our veterans today.
these feelings of pride
Here we salute you
to your endeavors,
to your dreams,
to your friendship,
that will be here
long after the war is over,
long after the dead are buried
long after you've,
This is an applaud
A wonder at the blunders
An ovation to a groaning choir
Who forgot most of the words.
This is V for Victory
A salute to the absolute
A bitten tongue to the swingers
With their God-bless-Americas.
This is a handshake
A presentation, no, expectation
An obligatory hug to
I've already forgotten your name.
Salute to the fathers.
That protect their daughters.
Won't have harm come to them.
Even from the man professing to love them.
One laying of your hands upon here.
Be prepared for a visit from her most honored man.
The one that raised her with love and kindness.
Yes, salute to these fathers that protect their child.
Honor to the brothers that protect their sisters.
They might have fought as kids.
Then we all fought as siblings when we was children.
But most boys knew the unwritten rules.
Even rules spoken to you.
Let no harm come to any women.
Especially, your sister and of course your mothers.
Salute, to that man that got laid on his butt.
There are still quality men that stands up against trouble.
I salute all the guys that intervene.
When they see foolish men acting mean.
Trying to dictate, who's in charged?
While forgetting at one time she was called sweetheart.
there's nothing quite like
a spaced out bard with a lute
there's just that quiet hike
in space-time-mass we salute
we find our spaces
we spend our times
we blend with the masses
and hope that it rhymes
open mind get set ready go!
write the first thing that comes to mind ...
a kind of meditation
Maiden, damned to your typecasting,
Trembling steel, weeping granite that can never love
Because that would mean it would lose, whose flesh does not suffer
Because it cannot admit to suffer, you are the distillation
Of what your rivals, those preening, winding voices so enragingly handsome,
worship--the perfect smartass.
They could never rise to your arrogant heights,
Form themselves in your image--Dare I name you, Athena?--
Because they are allowed to be weak and love.
Unbeknownst, you are pregnant with your vision, a Mary,
Filled with ferocious purity, greater than a warrior.
A fire drunk on its soul.
My sorority is fierce agony, deepest sympathy, only
We must odyssey without shame, sole pillars against the wilderness.