#drafted - Hello Poetry

dont understand. i really dont; the idea proposing to me how letters can mean so much what do you take it as? notes on a piece of paper to complain and belittle everything around you, i really just dont understand. i could only wish poetry could be so simple. because the pattern is recitable, repeated. i just dont understand.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC

TheLoneDreamer

i just

dont understand. i really dont; the idea proposing to me how letters can mean so much what do you take it as? notes on a piece of paper to complain and belittle everything around you, i really just dont understand. i could only wish poetry could be so simple. because the pattern is recitable, repeated. i just dont understand.

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It was a long long way through dark days and dank nights taking dark sides against the other against the distant against the odds. Trusting the relay of work horses to drag our destruction to haul our backsides to dredge our pain to our hollow - to some kind of victory that I'll never speak of again outside of my nightmare prayers for some kind of forgiveness. ----------------- Blessed are you, who are conscripted , when you are dragged into wars not of your choosing - For you will be remembered.

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Nov 4, 2017

Nov 4, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC

stevejeff

Conscript

It was a long long way through dark days and dank nights taking dark sides against the other against the distant against the odds. Trusting the relay of work horses to drag our destruction to haul our backsides to dredge our pain to our hollow - to some kind of victory that I'll never speak of again outside of my nightmare prayers for some kind of forgiveness. ----------------- Blessed are you, who are conscripted , when you are dragged into wars not of your choosing - For you will be remembered.

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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.

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Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC

roger-turner

Drafted

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.

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