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Poetical Aug 2020
I wear a face mask wherever I go.
I wear a face mask when I'm at home.
I wear one when I'm all alone.

I distance myself from everyone.
I won't even hug my own grandmother
because I'm a hero
who won't touch anybody
unless I'm wearing a hazmat suit.

When I am dead and in the grave,
Bury me with a face mask on my face,
And bury me 30 feet from all other graves
So I won't get covid-19 when I'm deceased.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Heave **! Your cry astounds
Flummoxing your enemies ashore
Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword
Cutting down resistant scallywags

Thy treasure shall be mine!
You dash haphazardly between slashes
Excitement and *** course through
Fueling you to victory

Imposing is thy stance!
Booted foot on stack of cannon *****
Actioned-packed adventure
As you reave and raid the seas

Your adventure keeps me alert
But my ship's an iron beast of land
I think of daring combat
And your exploits give me hope

I load my rifle in hot anticipation
Prepared to write my own adventure
The giant steel hatch lowers
And hot iron rips through me

My adventure ends prematurely
My *** is without excitement and masks pain
A hospital bed now serves as my galleon
Your book by my bedside, untouched
This poem was inspired by 3 months of laying in a hospital, as I had major surgery on my back, kidney, shoulder.  It was a terrible experience that I would never want anyone to share.  I remember being so ******* reading books about glamour and adventure.  Rarely does adventure leave you without scars and war is far from glamourous.  War is hell.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Am I ever awake anymore
Or do I ever dream at all
This war-torn landscape that is my mind finds no rest
I watch the clock tick by
A scout in infinite cubicle farms
One thousand, four hundred and forty
Instances of repetition
My numbed sense of excitement tingles as the clock reaches five
Ticking by each second turned to minute turned to gray
What happiness do I derive from completion of work
I sit sullenly watching sitcoms through red-rimmed eyes
I don't think I'll sleep again
I don't know if I have ever woken up
My reality is fading out to textured grays
Maybe I will fade out too
But night turns to day turns to ash
As I slowly count away
One thousand, four hundred and forty minutes left of consciousness
After a tragic deployment to Afghanistan, I struggled with insomnia pretty badly.  I went weeks without getting any measurable quantity of sleep.  I spent what felt like years on my couch trying to slow down my racing mind.  It took a long time to adjust back to normal.
Ellis Reyes Feb 2020
The metal floor is slicky
Desert heat amplifies
The odor of ***** and blood
Mostly empty IV bags hang on their stands
Packaging from numerous medical supplies
Litter the ground

Quickly and carefully I clean and spray and sweep and scrub
I sort and pack and refit and reorganize
Preparing the chopper for the next call

Lives were saved
But
I don’t know what will become of them
Some will leave the Army
Some will come back here
Some will do the job the enemy couldn’t do
And take their own lives

I can’t think about that
This is hard enough
Another day in the life of my roommate, a combat medic.
Ellis Reyes Feb 2020
Turning
Burning
Learning
Yearning
Blackhawk turning, HIT, cockpit burning
Troops learning of war, yearning for home
Continuing to experiment with poetic forms. My first in a series of Tyburns.
Ellis Reyes Feb 2020
I can’t feel my legs
Stay with us, Buddy
The chopper’s inbound
I need some O-Positive

Stay with us, Buddy
Apply direct pressure
I need some O-Positive
Put that one over here

Apply direct pressure
I’ve lost the pulse
Put that one over here
Where’s the Chaplain?

I’ve lost the pulse
The chopper’s inbound
Where’s the Chaplain
I can’t feel my legs
18 Delta is the military occupational specialty designation for Special Forces medics.

This is the second in a series of Pantoums
Fenna Capelle Nov 2019
War
Even war is crowned with solemn peace
That crown passed on from reign to reign
And from king to king even the gold does fade
So does the glory in the sword that's stained

The sword was silenced and then was heard no more
The blood stained veil tore before my closing eye
Thus it is the dethronement of peace that's the coronation of war
Yet could ever a higher cause such a darkness dignify
Cais Charlotte Oct 2019
In my experience
Combat is like chess
But it's like playing chess for the first time
If it is a sudden threat.

But it is also still
A male dominated thing,
And I was put down
For being female.

In cadets,
We had enemy drills
Thrown onto us instantly
And we had to make a move.

I graduated top of my unit
But it wasn't easy.
I was like the rook on the board
Protecting my commander, the king.

My general, Sargant Major General Tsalikis,
He would play moves that
Were against the rules
But did he care? No.

Of course he didn't
Because in war,
Who follows rules??Don't we all break them?
?We break the rules
To protect our king
To get our queen in the way of battle
To protect the man.

But in battle, I found
It actually isn't at all like chess.
Because in chess you have smaller pieces,
Pawns that you can sacrifice.

It's not like you can sacrifice
Those on the front line
Because they are the ones
Protecting the back.

In this situation,
Especially in cadet training,
All you can do is
Work with your comrades.

Because some people think that
The army is an individual thing,
Each man - or woman -
For their own

But when you work alone
You won't come out on the
Bright side of the war,
Trust me.

Having been told war stories
And being told what it is like
To see people, either the enemy
Or your comrades die.

Having been told stories
Of the women not being
Pushed because they were
"fragile creatures"

It's horrific. ?I decided then and there
That I would work harder than them
To graduate top.

Not because I'm an
Overachiever, but because
I wanted to prove that I,
A woman, could do it.

So I played the chess board,
I put my best foot forward
I pressed against the men
And I stood my ground.

So when I was put on the front line
In a paintball bulleted war,
I was the one left standing
When the rest were on the floor.

I was nearly 'killed',
But did I give up when my fellow
Soldiers-in-training dropped
To the floor???No, because in chess
You cannot pause when you lose
Any of the pieces on the board
Or you will lose too.

So, in my cadet experience,
The army is somewhat like a chess game.
As well as a sexist group,
But my chessboard was well-played.
I will never be the same
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