I love that love of marines
They kiss, and then they go
They won't take their promises
But either will come home
In every port, there's a sad lady
But they kissed, and now they're gone
Some night , as everyother
They'll kiss the waves to forget shore
Partial Translation of Pablo Neruda's farewell from Spanish language
To Borrow Time,
To sign the lines that resign our lives away,
This is our time.
And Stand Attention.
For We Are,
The Next In Line.
~Robert van Lingen
War is hell
That fact is easy to tell
And people die
But I'll do it
Even if it is the pit
Cause I'll be a marine
Fighting to win
You'll say its a sin
But The US must win
To protect your freedom
To ally with the united kingdom
Fight our foes
That much you should know
So out I'll go
Lay down my life
I'm sorry if it causes you strife
But I must be on the frontlines
Now is the time
I'll do so that they'll live
Ill give all I can give
Cause my life has less value
And my life I'll give to you
Yep ima going to be a marine. A recon marine at that.
"Oh yeah? Did you **** anybody?"
Is what people ask when they see
smeared across my past
like a bloodstains on a white sheet
And they cant understand the answer
because they cant understand the question
“I really think you got that guy man!
We should radio back and get you
a confirmed ****!”
“Im pretty sure I shot that guy in the back.”
"******* Miller and Johnson are dead."
And I never knew what to say to my friends
Because I was busy doing mental math
In their eyes
How many more times they could be blown up
Before they were unreliable
Divide the fear with rage
Because you had a job to do
Someone had to get in the truck
And push the fragile blindfolded bodies back
With his boot so he could sit down
below the armor
away from the snipers
And one of them was shaking
it was cold
And his cowering skinny teenage body shook
It was like mine had been not long ago
For the whole convoy
And I carry these memories in the same tissues as the ones
that carry my sleeping infant son
nuzzled against my chest
under a blanket
Some of us let them spill out of our veins
Onto bathroom floors
In ditches and alleys
Any good devildog prefers the screams of the dying
to the screams of the living.
And the math keeps coming out negative
When I equate the cost of our
cell phones candy wrappers
vibrators golf courses
And I subtract the dark areas of my mind
From what can be filled with love
And am still at war.
Please be nice to me.
This took a long time to write.
The quotes here are actual quotes, the stories actual stories.
Johnny wants to be a soldier. Johnny had a *******.
Johnny now is Jenny and The Donald says it's wrong.
Jenny loves her country and she wants to serve and fight.
Trump says she's not worthy and no longer has the right.
Susie was born as a girl but knew she was a guy.
Susie now is Sammy and he only wants to fly.
Went to join the Air Force - Was rejected on the spot.
Knew that he was qualified, but Trump says that he's not.
Trump was born an ignoramus - still is one today.
Never served the military - always got his way.
If you're not the same as him you are the enemy.
You're not worthy if you're poor or a minority.
Started with transgendered, better watch out if you're gay.
Blacks, Hispanics, women, he would love to throw away.
When nobody's left the military will be grim.
Trump will have nobody left who wants to fight for him.
If you're an American and if you long to serve,
better not be different or they'll label you a perv.
If you say you're boy or girl and ready for your chance,
all that matters now is the equipment in your pants!
You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/WraEb6uUv1I
Written: July 29, 2017
It's the perfect treat
For our last goodbye
I'm not going to lie
I really hope you don't die
Growing up we had our fair share of fights
With flying slippers
...and that broken swiffer
But I think we turned out all right
You're not the strongest nor the smartest
Though you're much stronger than me.
And I know you'll fight the hardest
When you're fighting for our right to be free
It is said there is a friend unlike any other
One that sticks closer than a brother
Perhaps some day this will be true
But I think it's almost impossible to do
Cause I have to say,
to my brother born in May,
I've never had a closer friend than you.
So here's farewell, not goodbye
There is only do, never try
Stay strong, don't die
And of course, semper fi
For my brother, who got a last minute call to go to Paris Island sooner than expected
She walks down this path so many Mothers have walked before her,
Crisp uniforms line the path..a heavy heart..Tears in her lap.
An American Flag snaps to attention as if to say we know your pain Mother, but we don’t.
Through this all, she carries on the pride and resolve despite an unthinkable loss.
The twenty-one gun salute resonates through every city in America
Reminding everyone to take a moment to honor this fallen son.
On the 6 O’clock news Taps plays on every television.
And we shake our head in disbelief.
An unbroken line of Patriots that passed before him,
Line the stairway to heaven to welcome their brother home.
And a banner hangs in Moms living room window..Displaying one Gold, two blue stars
“Lord please bring my boys home safely”, she prays
I hope you’ll think of some of the reasons why our brave sons & daughters make the ultimate sacrifice…..Here are just a few……..
The American Flag
America the Beautiful
Land of the Free
Home of the Brave
4th of July
The Bald Eagle
God Bless America!
In memory of my good friend Billy Brown who died March 29, 1970 in Vietnam and In Honor of the American Gold Star Mothers.. For their Sacrifice & Patriotism!
I Will Be The Exception
I will smile at every veteran I see
I will place my hand across my heart
and sing, "Oh say, can you see..."
I Will Be The Exception
I will laugh and talk and joke
and play, and smile. But not only on
Veterans Day. I will do it every day.
I Will Be The Exception
I will shake their hands, I will help in
anyway I can. Freedom can be celebrated
every day, not every now and then
From This Day...And This Day On
I Will Be The Exception
I got a letter from the government
A week back, Tuesday morning
It came in a grey envelope
It was stamped with a red warning
The envelope was tattered
And the words were inked in red
To be opened by recipient
That was all it said
I checked the name typed on there
It was mine, so I could see
John Augustus Reed
Beale Street, Unit 43
I opened it and sat right down
I had been drafted so it said
I had to report on Thursday
I heard a ringing in my head
I didn't understand it all
To me it made no sense
This plain grey mottled envelope
Sent from my government
I followed the instructions
And showed up promptly at the place
Something was asunder
I could tell from the man's face
I showed him my draft letter
Explained, I didn't understand
He looked at it and laughed a bit
This wasn't what I'd planned
He said son, is this you
Are you John Augustus Reed
I told him I'm John Junior
He said that's all the news I need
This letter is a glitch, boy
It wasn't meant for you
It was sent out to your father
Back in nineteen seventy two
Somehow it was mangled
Got lost along the way
Until somebody found it
And you got it on that day
I'm glad you chose to come here
Showed up exactly when it said
But, I think you now can go on home
I think it's best, instead
It's amazing how one letter
And you can take this to the bank
Can fill a man with honor
For that I must give thanks.