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  Apr 2016 Kurt Carman
Tom Balch
A bugle sounds reveille
on another freezing morn,
boots are frozen solid
and the coldness bites to core,
grunts and groans of tied men
forcing eyes to see,
the razor stings and mess tins sing
for steaming dark brown tea.

Weapons cleaned and loaded,
breakfast, stomachs full,
then all line up in silence
ready for the whistles call,
one last read of letter
once more kiss the photograph,
a silent prayer to calm the nerves
and with mates, an empty laugh.

Another freezing morning
that was bound to take its toll
on the brave naive and frightened,
the lads that were too young to fall,
in foreign fields frost dusted
turned red with blood from those
who knew not what the fight was for,
same on both sides... I do suppose.
  Apr 2016 Kurt Carman
Sanjukta Nag
Like the stormy wind in a sunlit day
You always love to contradict me.
I tell you stories of monsters,
You transfigure them into angels
With your wand of positivity.
You tie my sadness in moonbird’s wings
And let it fly out of my earth.
Sitting amidst the emotional chiaroscuro
You play with soft words,
Paint new songs in your album,
Mimic the meowing of your honeyed kitten.
I sit back and wonder,
How do every time I witness sunrise
Whenever you let me walk deep
Into the core of your eyeballs.
And when I ask you the definition of life,
You unfold your slender arms
Like a Pegasus, and reply,
**“It’s about transforming from
One Avatar to another.”
this is for my friend Tulika, who helped me to restore the present chapters of my life.
  Apr 2016 Kurt Carman
Soph T
The time will come,
When with hardship,
You will prevail.
At your lowest point,
you'll stand up.
And each will look at you,
And admire you.

You will not give up.
Try harder, be stronger, act tougher.
Whatever happens to you,
Know
In your heart,
Things will get better.
Who knows,
Maybe it will be as if it never happened.

Take down the fear,
The pain,
The strife.
Show your true self.
You'll make it through.
There's always a rainbow after rain.
Kurt Carman Apr 2016
Wishing I could I write a poem for you,
You've been gone 18 years today.
I did find this quote on an Irish headstone
It explains nicely how I feel about you!

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal
Love leaves a memory no one can steal

**Pops I look forward to having a beer with you on the other side of fence!
My dads been gone 18 years today. The day he died I quit smoking!
  Apr 2016 Kurt Carman
Denel Kessler
Lone leatherback cruises up from the deep, pausing on the fragile reef

to feast ancient eyes upon the show, a bright parade laid out below

butterfly couples paired for life, graceful angels in black and white stripe

brilliant clowns and their toxic lovers, a plodding gang of giant groupers

puffers bob like comic balloons, humble gobies on every menu

beaked parrotfish grinding the coral down, in the ears a constant sound

cowfish blowing puckered kisses, sea stars catching fishy wishes

white-tipped, hammerhead, tiger sharks, triggerfish mean bite worse than their bark

untamed unicorns too wild to ride, dogfish snapping, biting alongside

coral trout color-shifting fools, attracting ladies in dull-hued schools

**** headed wrasse rumbling through, thick lips mumbling go get a room

sea horses nod in labyrinth caves, razor-toothed eels lying in wait

if tentacled embrace should be your fate, nudibranchs will light the way

to a place of bliss, none of this can exist, without the builders

coral and algae bewildered, the ways of man egotistical

rising ocean temperatures, carbon emissions, and el Niño

victim of abundant greed, say goodbye to the Great Barrier Reef

so massive is this magical place, one can see it from outer space

astronauts witness its demise, ninety-percent barren, bleached bone white.
NaPoWriMo2016#27
Write a poem using haiku-like, seventeen syllable long lines.
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