#forces
The following is based on an actual mission by special operators behind enemy lines -- quiet soldiers all that go on the most dangerous missions without fanfare, news coverage, or acknowledgment other than by their brothers and sisters in arms. Heroes one and all.
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Behind enemy lines you gave your life,
The risks you knew and embraced willingly,
Red, black and green berets fought by your side,
And brought your body back to family.
The freedom I enjoy comes thanks to you,
And all who serve with honor, proud and true.
Later in a ritual of their own,
They would name a field airport in your name,
And honor you, your brothers, far from home,
Their memory now your eternal flame.
The freedom I enjoy comes thanks to you,
And all who serve with honor, proud and true.
I do not know your rank, your name, your face,
I only know that I am in your debt,
Who for your family can take your place?
Our debt to them we must never forget.
The freedom I enjoy comes thanks to you,
And all who serve with honor, proud and true.
Rest in peace, all quiet soldiers, heroes all.
I'll always see you in the flag you never let fall.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:08 PM UTC
Replicating thoughts—reptile skins, changing
shadows, down to earth; repping tiles—
:revolving doors, resolving morals through
cutthroat self-worth; like ice-cold Sprite slicing
my throat— lime seeds bite, then lemon trees
from words; what I spit, I plant— pain grows
proof, even when it hurts.
A six-pack that hurts from trading sixpacks,
late nights; uncontrollable forces still, I force
control within— a brown stain on white forces,
forces me to face what shows; at least a piece
of white remains, at least a piece of growth
still grows, even when it feels slow.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
all things add up to today's conclusions,
those strange experiences, very much out of the norm
some unseen hand was definitely out to **** me
and at times very nearly succeeded but for another unseen hand that saved me.
and all those long boring hours for daydreaming, school was an unexpected chance to use my imagination, not quite what the school had in mind....
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 5:37 AM UTC
While the moon makes her entrance,
The maiden gazes at the stars,
The sun goes through the plane,
The great eclipse of the heart is formed.
She tries finding her self in the colliding world,
Two opposing forces going through her.
She withdraws her gaze,
But always has to turn back.
How she wishes she could move forward or escape,
Like skipping the time or going through time,
But the only way is to be the time.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
Who are we the soldiers, the airmen and Jack Tars.
We who keep on serving, neath blazing sun or stars.
We don't crave attention, we don't make a fuss.
Our service goes unnoticed , no one thinks of us.
We are someone's brother, mother, father, son.
A sister or a daughter to some their only one.
But we've another family, one we've grown to love as well
A family who stand with us when we are going through hell.
We've bonds that go unbroken even death can't take away
Friendship, trust, togetherness each and every day.
You hear the cries "for valour," or "for god and country" too
But what is oft forgotten is our service is for you.
So all we ask is simple, on a cold November day.
For our colleagues that have left us please bow your head and pray.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
A tiny ember.
It nibbles at kindling.
It is now a marble.
It is fragile and weak,
and things appear bleak.
It bites at twigs.
It is now an egg.
Its glow radiates red.
The fire is not dead.
Smoke is revealed.
It gnashes at sticks.
It is now a head.
It twists and spins,
with a crack and a snap.
The twigs grow black.
The ash falls to soil.
It devours the logs.
It is now too much.
It slashes and weaves.
The world cracks and trembles.
The air quivers in fear,
and is dryer than bone.
Sirens wail in the air.
The ground is bare.
Helicopters arrive,
and water descends.
It roars in pain.
The fire has now been slain.
Everybody leaves,
sighing with relief.
In death, it tries.
It leaves something.
A gift.
A tiny ember.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
The bonding forge of palm on palm
Breaks my shield, dissolves my calm;
Your hands trace earthquakes down my spine,
Awakening every nerve of mine.
You ignite my skin with a lightning flash,
Electric tremors pulse and pass,
Each fingertip becomes a molten brand
That sears desire across my land.
When lips meet, our worlds collapse
Passion fractures these synaptic maps;
Your embrace, a crushing tidal force,
Leaves my gravity without a course.
Magnetic fever pulls us close,
As currents crush and silence prose.
Each brush of skin sends shockwaves deep,
Where primal energy coils and leaps.
Heated fusion erodes the mantle,
Boundaries burn and souls entangle,
Your touch conquers my universe
Intent with the need to be immersed.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 9:00 PM UTC
Natural forces
are becoming more hostile
due to climate change
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Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Earth,
The highest form of honesty
Earth has no motive, it is just being
Pure integrity, pure electricity
Sending out dynamic forces to its occupants
It runs through the ground
And is transferred
To you, to me
And just like that we are pulled
A smile from across the room
A magnetic within our souls
Unintentional, innocently planted
electrifying
The highest form of honesty
Mistaken for the ultimate betrayal
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 12:52 PM UTC
Dark forces
Stealing time
Through inflation’s daily climb
Printing money
Come what may
Though the poorest have to pay
Dark forces
Surveilling you
Watching what you say and do
With the motive
To control
Shaping you - their stated goal
Dark forces
Creating naught
They just live off what you’ve got
Higher taxes
They decide
We work hard - yet incomes slide
Dark forces
Anger and fear
When they see - Bitcoin is here
Bringing hope
Shining light
On dark forces, with truth and right
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 9:21 AM UTC
We're riding bikes on this trip known as life
In midnight hours
Facing wind with a hefty amount of risk mixed with intoxication adorning my head with an imaginary crown in place of where nonexistent helmet should be
Drunk not on alcohol
Instead from the countless tears formed by self-hatred
Soul-boiling
Hot liquid bubbling over edges of my eyelids
I hope we find our way
We travel without light guiding our direction
Two insignificant nomads blindly navigating this vast existential void
Attempting to reach sort of adequate destination before time reaches us
Held together by fingers and an invisible magnetism more powerful than the unknown forces pulling and prodding around us at all angles
And led forward by our hearts
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 11:43 PM UTC
Turning in bed throughout the night
Pestered by demons
Didn't invite
The last thing wanna do is face my pain
It's the only subject boiling on my brain
You said not to worry and stress without cause
Know no other way of coping with my flaws
Is it easy for everyone else to show themselves love?
Self- loathing drags me down and I cannot rise above
First doubt creeps in like 5 o'clock shadows
Insults that start small and then grow
On mind like frost coating a thin layer of ground
Freezing to the insecurity to which I am bound
Last night's insomnia paints bags under eyes
Circles so deep and dark they can't even be disguised
I eat up lies you dish out like I haven't been fed in weeks
Hungry because gut never finds the nourishment it seeks
The distractions I consume to fill the void only render me more hollow
Skeleton becomes a nest of pity in which I choose to wallow
Fears bloom faster than blossoming flowers
Watered by teardrops that pour out in showers
Within bones
The middle where marrow should be
Instead filled with stones
Inside skin a storm is raging complete with lightning and thunder
Perished as teardrops poured
Presently pain pulls me under
I quickly surrender to rain clouds in the sky
Working to save my soul
Guess it is time to accept that in this universe some forces are beyond my control
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
Stress on the summit is sometimes a rock heavy enough to not roll downward even by the application of periodic high-intensity forces.
© SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
The soul is something to nurture
To be touched with gentle hands
Will only blossom when cared for
By someone who understands
And your eyes feel like a dagger
Piercing through my skin
Puncturing vulnerable parts
Hidden deep within
Once full of serenity and strength
My body now lies hollow
An ocean of potential dried up
Empty pit where demons wallow
Drawing me in against my will
Like a fish caught on a line
Powerless to escape the hook
Captivity hard to define
Freedom drowned in a sea of regret
Pulled by the tide's direction
Swept up in the undertow
Waves crash and silence objection
Reasons remain a mystery
My heart caged without knowing why
Held hostage by past transgressions
Imprisoned by forces too great to defy
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
They say that scale can break the laws of science
A crime so high in magnitude
Yet they cannot police
This bully that reality turns out to be
We met by means of tunneling improbabilities
The kiss of a miracle
Punishing the God complex
Of the self-righteous
Because the real laws, unknowable,
Dwell in realms higher than dogmatic notion
Whose knowledge is the surface of an ocean
Hence judgement cannot be
Wrought by the swimmers
And their fear of mortality
That guides them through the waves
And so their laws are the transgression
And We
Are the justice of the storm
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/9/2019
From boulder to boulder, I was standing on a fragile plank
that separates light from darkness, death from life,
over the huge explosion of the precipice foamed...
Below me, the roar and beating of the wings of a dark night.
Through the moist floor of the moss tapestries, the abyss
is growling and, like a hound, rattling with the chain...
At my feet its foams, its anger, its howling...
I trample them, I strike them with lightning bolts... I am just a shade.
From boulder to boulder, I've descended under the mad assault
of waters, ferociously rushing at me and at the the abyss,
stunned by the simultaneous firing of a hundred death's guns.
And suddenly I felt like a light bird feather,
carried far away from the quiet marina by the breeze,
and trembling, I covered my eyes... I was just daydreaming.
Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
Sometimes all you have is the forces within you.
Sometimes all you have to listen to is the sound
of those forces crashing like the ocean waves.
Sometimes all you sense is the internal motion
and vibration of the opposing forces within you.
The forces of love and hate that's found in everything.
The forces of good and evil that govern human emotions,
the forces of growth and stagnation that drive productivity
and the force of artistry that fuels and enhances creativity.
#Ivanbrookspoetry©️
15.6.2019
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
A short story of who I am
A drastic change thanks to time
A young lass with angels learning to dance
But the devils thought it's better to rhyme
Got locked in a box of words
Knowing letters as the only swords
With it fighting kings and lords
No running, only training voice chords
Words as loud as explosions
Passion hot as fire
Wasting paper after paper
Ink never ending, heart never tires
For the devils control her mind
And angels control her brain
Both fighting to win the war
And the young lass is trying to stay sane
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC
Crimson forces of dawn,
Pardon cowering failed night;
Change of reign again!
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
Another year has come to a violent end
yet again the people do not disappoint
death destruction chaos misery abound
nothing different to those times before
as always nature the master of mankind
with other malicious forces is entwined!
Another unknown year is about to start
here we go again into the twilight zone
full of uncertainty where nothing is clear
so may I just add Happy New Year!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
That which is invisible moves the most.
The greatest forces those that can’t be seen.
To feel we are influenced by a ghost,
To feel what our fragile emotions mean.
Wind, electricity and gravity,
Anger, kindness, sorrow, comfort and pain,
The measure of a heart’s capacity,
Missing a loved one you won’t see again.
Happiness and joy, mournfulness and peace,
The connection between two lovers’ souls,
A sense of time where time will never cease,
The need to be under divine control.
Manifestations of our God above,
His unseen force a model for our Love.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Friendship is like
A diapole diapole interaction
Two different
Entities
Positive and negative
Attracted to each other
Best friendship
Is like a hydrogen bond
Still a diapole diapole
but stronger
Only possible in the presence of
A hydrogen
Someone in the relationship
Able to keep it afloat
A London dispersion
Force
Is like a pleasant acquaintance
Someone you get along with
But no strong emotional ties
To hold you there
Just
Small talk
An ion diapole bond
Is like
A difficult relationship
Opposites attract
But you’re bonded
So strongly
...
That eventually one
Of you just starts
To tear the other apart
Like salt in water
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Illuminated by the moon.
Her whispers come to me.
I show her that I listen,
I'll prove her that I see.
In a white summer dress,
barefoot by the creek,
with my loose long hair
and my soft pink cheeks.
Almost midnight time,
stones, herbs and tree barks,
kneeling on the grass,
going over ancient marks.
My silver hoops sparkle
and I begin to recite
a beesech to a force
unnoticeable to the sight.
Developed energies.
Astral effect;
my state of mind goes higher
so my wish I can project.
I feel its presence;
It thickens the air.
The wind blows stronger.
I can feel its piercing stare.
I command you my will
and I order you to bow
as I start to float inside the circle
baring my tar black soul.
The moon is still there,
up there in the dark sky.
It giggles and whispers:
You belong to the night.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
I miss you even though you are here
Miss you not by name
By how my feelings really are
We both know it is not the same
A week can last an eternity
When there is love set in my heart
Forces on the outside
Determined to keep us apart
I miss you even though you are here
Sitting down next to me
I do not miss you at all
I miss how things used to be
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC