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Poetic T Apr 1
We show the fatigue of Twelve hours
       of duty, to care for those that
Cant even breath without our care..

When we leave those that we wish
could survive till our next shift.

We go to grocery stores to find
             our next meal,
but shelfs stripped clean...

By those who don't need,
but horde more than there need,
                          for either greed or profit.
                                                      We weep,
for we are holding our hands out like Oliver!!

        Sir, Madam do you have anymore,
As we weep with empty stomachs..
      making do with the scraps left behind..

            "Sorry not till our next delivery,

                             But ill be at work then..
A tear drops lonely down a cheek.  

             Yes I've seen eBay, or online selling sites...

They make me sick to my heart,
        to think I may have to save these gluttons
on an empty stomach.

But I don't judge
              I just drop a tear for those I lost the
night before.

I tried,
               they tried
              but this venom, sinks in fast..

I wear the scars on my face, the masks digging in,
                   the cracked skin that I don't have time
to moisturise as I know its been a twelve hour shift.

                                                       I only sleep a few,
     my moments of peace and tranquillity woken
early...
        My beeper goes off, were on call..

At least I got more than most,
           I give myself a two minute stretch,
  
and a wake up call, then I'm in fresh gear,
          sanitise my hands, and put gloves on.

I'm fearful of this virus, as many have fell like
warriors on the battle field, now breathing through
                                masks of life and death.

But my vow of care is strong and I shake off
              this fear, and walk into the ward a warrior
of positively.

"I will care for the fallen,
           I will hold a fearful hand,

never will I let anyone go.

But I'm only one in a sea of many.

If I can keep on breathing till they have strength

             its a win..
Donna Mar 19
Heroes of the day
Supermarket Workers..Thank
You for staying calm

💕
It’s a scary time with the  Coronavirus but got to appreciate the hard work and patience of all the super market workers (inc my eldest daughter)  for staying calm in such  uncertain times x
Ezinne Feb 27
Stronger than superman,
Smarter than iron man,
Braver than batman,
He who holds the key to my heart.

You catch me when I fall,
You hold my hand and lead me out of the darkness,
An old,bitter and lonely soul,
You transformed to a new,sweet and happy soul,
This I say from the bottom of my heart ,
A model I look up to you as.

My sunlight in daytime,
My moonlight in night time,
I never want to loose you ,
Not in this would or the next.

Can you feel where the wind blows,
Can you feel it flowing through,
No day goes by and a thought of you does my mind not go through,
Can't live without my hero.

Whenever I need someone to talk too,
You're there,
Whenever I need someone to hold on too,
You're there,
You're someone i never wish to loose,
You're someone who owns a special place in my heart,
Forever I cherish you deep in my soul,
MY HERO....
Jeff Lewis Sep 2019
Riding the train to Mall of America near Minneapolis. Fort Snelling National Cemetery lies East of the tracks. Outside the windows pass these gravestones. Stark marble markers in the place of heros. Rigid rank and file, monuments on parade in mimic  memory of the command to "Attention!"  

And there are thousands. Row after row, column upon column, they march into the distance

Until finally, I closed my eyes and listened to the rumble of the  train, wheels upon tracks, and to the conversion of a young family seated behind me as they talked about all the fun they will have at the mall. The Mall of America -- found out past the tombstones, beyond the graves of the fallen brave.
The V.A. maintains 138 Cemeteries in 40 states according to www.cem.va.gov. Fort Snelling is not the largest.
Geanna Mar 2019
F earing what's on the other side          
E veryone turns around and takes the longer route
E ven those who we see as hero's          
L ying is all they do and what we hear
I nventing new ways to go on with life
N umbing the pain is what we try to    
  do  
G oing too far just because of what we fear
PMc Sep 2018
Last day on the job meant ensuring lines were tight,
tanks filled, hoses pumped,
     boots heavy, dry

Days of volunteering had long gone, years ago
hours of training, gym time, study time,
little time to rest, scant time for family,
     or friends fishing

Last day on the job meant sleeping light
ready for alarm’s alarming alarm,
pushing through lack of sleep,
ever conscious of the task
     the task

Route to the alarm during last day on the job
allowed a precious moment spent wondering about
stretching a fifty-thousand dollar city pension
through twelve months with sufficient money left for
moderate vacations, finishing the basement (finally),
trading in the beater for a “new-to-them” pick-up.

Colleagues wept openly during the last day on the job.
The hardest moments were spent
with the crew Captain making the long walk up the driveway
to break the news to his wife about
     his last day on the job.



Last day in the city was spent with laces tight,
hockey bag full, fans pumped,
     stick taped, dry

Years of minor leagues were well past due
training program’s ritual, airline schedules,
****** steak dinners in greasy spoons
left little time for autographs, rookie card poses,
     or friends fishing

Last day in the city meant sleeping late
through three time zones, restless in anticipation of front desk’s
wake-up call.


On route to the game during last day in the city
included hushed coach and trainer meetings
with news about trades,
draft picks, adequate compensation
including a five-hundred-thousand dollar signing bonus,
full-cost moves, maybe a trophy wife

The hardest moments of that day
were spent withholding tears
during a dealership visit with his girlfriend
to cancel the BMW lease on
     the last day in the city.
I have struggled for years about not paying adequate salaries to firefighters, police, teachers, soldiers and others who do our public bidding - yet we have no trouble paying MILLIONS for someone taking part in the business of sport.  I get it and I understand it (I think) and still struggle with it.
Andreas Simic Sep 2017
This poem is dedicated to the victims of Hurricane Harvey
And the people who helped during and after the storm.

An Ode to the Harvey Heroes©

Once upon a time not so long ago
Nature did spur a Harvey in the Gulf of Mexico

As the storm grew into a hurricane
Winds howled and then came the rain

Poor Texas got in the way
And it rained day after day

High water turned into floods
Leaving everyone scurrying including the blue bloods

Onto their roofs they did climb to survive the storm
With so much rain well above the norm

Little did they know a rescue mission was on the go
An impromptu navy of people they didn’t even know

Night and day their saviors were on a mission to rescue
Not knowing the dangers they faced for they didn’t have a clue

But despite the risk and the unknown
How to respond they have us shown

With a great amount of caring and daring
Many a life has been saved though some succumbed to an early grave

So what do we call the brave men and women from far and wide
A hero is what I say and I am not being snide

For they have saved the day for so many of our kin
Not saying thank you and our appreciation would be a sin

So here it is in spades “Thank you” to all who lent a helping hand
And that’s from all of us from across the land

Though things are far from over and done
Many will see a rising sun

Andreas Simic
Rachel Ace May 2017
I wish we were friends

Angels flying in the cold air
Incandescent auroras
Prism reflections
Uncertain ends

My lovely eyes
Electrified fences
I can't advance
The rain comes out of my eyes
Bleeding hearts on the other side

Your resplendent eyes
The young hero
Propriétaire du ciel

I was alone
Asking to myself
When the sky is going to be ours

I need a friend first
Not you?

- Codelandandmore // 23:06 PM ©
I wish we were friends
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