#veteransday
This, THIS is the rare one whose title came before the stanza.
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Both grampas served, the second world war's trail
To now their battleground, and further, whence?
My father could not, nor was I fr'intents
Allowed to enter; and I spose to fail
Is worse than that, aught skirmish whose detail
Ensnared beyond as worthy in a sense,
His twice divorced grief my dad's ruin, sans thence
A father for it, en'mies' triumph hale.
Come, Dad engaged Mum to be his in tour,
On Vet'ran's Day, and I'm the product who
Is left behind now all are buried. Were
There better ways to **** us off? We do
Not seem to have much time left. LORD, bestir
Redemption, save us, for we wait for You.
11Nov25a
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
Something About Life
“Live. Just live.”
-Yuri in Doctor Zhivago
The plane lifted, and the cheering was wild
And then pretty quickly the pilot said
“We are now clear of Vietnamese
Territorial waters.” There was joy,
Even wilder cheering for most, and quiet
Joy for a few. For me, Karamazov
To hand, peace, and infinite gratitude.
“I’m alive,” I said to myself and to God,
“Alive. I will live, after all.” To read, to write,
Simply to live. Not for revolution,
Whose smoke poisons the air, not for the war,
Not to withdraw into that crippling self-pity
Which is the most evil lotus of all,
But to live. To read, to write.
But death comes,
Then up the Vam Co Tay, or now in bed,
Or bleeding in a frozen February ditch;
Death comes, scorning our frail, feeble, failing flesh,
But silent then at the edge of the grave,
For all graves will be empty, not in the end,
But in the very beginning of all.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
To all those who served our Country
Putting us before your fear
We salute you on this day
And each and every day of the year
Thank you for your sacrifice
To you Veterans we owe so much
Your courage, honor and bravery
For all the lives you touched
Your service made this country
As a country we're in your debt
This country we're privileged to live in
Make sure to thank a Vet
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Unsung heroes whom bare our scars
Substitutions to fight our wars
With strength and dignity that isn’t learned
To provide the freedom we didn’t earn
Like wounded victims upon their shoulder
Our weight they carry feels like a boulder
Yet in strength they stand to serve us all
So that we are not the ones to fall
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
There's blood upon the flag
no, it won't wash out
patriots and tyrants
of this, I have no doubts
Fathers mothers brothers
sisters daughters sons
no one as more another
all together now, as one
Living in a world
where honor is contrite
rising above the bar
brothers in arms, unite
Bring me back untethered
from places where I've burned
mind and soul so weathered
homeward, have I yearned
I've been there my friends
I've held the flag on high
all the way to the end
for those of us
who died
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Gloomy skies line the beaches
Treacherous waves battering the landing crafts
Young soldiers getting sick sea in the swells
But their fate is written in front of them
Omaha, Normandy, Gold, Juno and Sword Beach
The day, June 6, 1944
Bullets flying over their heads
Whizzing by in deafening silence
One soldier is killed, then the next one
They hit the beach hard
Operation Overlord is in full swing
156,000 soldiers invade the sands
Duty, devotion and determination
Hell is about to be unleashed
Machine gun nests attack
Mowing down the enemy that invade them
Strike them with hot metal bullets
into blood soaked seas
The smell of war is everywhere
and time slowed to a ticking second hand
Fellow soldiers killed in front of you
No time to think but you have to move on
**** the enemy, **** the enemy
The beaches turn crimson with the fallen
Can not turn back
The chaos surrounds you with a deadly grip
Six days of heavy fighting to unite the beach front
10,000 wounded, over 4,000 dead
Sacrifices of so many
on the day the bullets hit the beach
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Compassion the last one that enters the room
A key trait that isn't groomed
A true character the teachers don't teach
A pure thing that leaches won't leach
Compassion the leader to happiness
The follower of sorrow
Compassion something you can't barrow - d.j. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
We continuously make a fool of ourselves, unconsciously for the enjoyment of others, not lacking the self esteem self belief on the contrary we're encouraging individuals who slide through the ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks an tacks on our hearts an our backs slaps an pats patronized for our looks an our hooks the way dance or we cook we guide you through life like an open book but then treated like an unknown crook, but look I'm not shook I won't be that crook I slide through ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks and tacks on my heart an my back because I don't lack and I won't look back I'm way stronger then that.
D.J.Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
What if what is what if
They say What if, but is it this, is acknowledging the unknown what's bliss
If I skipped a few Christmas's would my life end like this
What if they knew you'd be the best thing in they life, would that change what they missed, fumbling at they lips, as if they gave two *****
What if our focus was on what's next
So many stress over they ex clearly saving they text never pondering what next what next
What if people didn't have to get wake up calls to drastically alter they rights, what if we ALL stood together for what's Right!
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
The lust of the eye can take you far, but is it the path you need to go?
Moving down the river of adventure flow, doing things alone none
would ever know, is this the path to my greatest show, smoothly
gliding on a cloud of hope; hope hope hope, a four letter word with so
much meaning to change a nation, facing a crises of disloyalty running
through the veins of a injustice system, We call "the government,"
teaching us less an less about love, an more about greed blinding us to see our true paths..
Love; what is that? Taken from homes before you where even known,
teaching us Hate, grinding on hate, searching for faith, an some then
else to grasp to, gasping for air, it's clear the corruption will see you
through the darkness in your darkest hour, who do you call on God, it's
clear he's here, but are you thinking in the clear living in a nation built mainly on fear!
D.j.Turner #dobetter people #woh
@dj2_fresh
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
They died thinking they could save me
Fighting in a pointless meddling war
To bad they died for nothing.
I can't respect the decision
To let others die
So you can force your opinion on someone else.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
I just wanted to tell you
I just wanted to say
That I miss you like hell
and happy veteran's day
I hope you sleep well
And that you're in a good place
I just wanted to tell you
but you're so far away
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
I was young.
Paralyzed by the way the phone rung like church bells.
Picking it up to say goodbye was frightening.
My beautiful world casted in lightening that night.
World War Two looked easy the way he fought his last fight.
Walking the hospital floors was almost impossible.
Each step was lifting lead shoes.
There's too much of my heart to lose.
I never knew that would be goodbye.
The words from your last breath to reach my ears,
I still hold them dear.
“I love you” made a million tears.
You're gone.
I know you never meant to leave me, but I feel neglected.
“He's in a better place.” Ran through my mind and off my lips like a broken record.
The song selected as carefully as he picked out words from his vocal chords.
He always knew just what to say.
I tried convincing myself it was going to be okay.
But I'm no liar.
I was never okay after they had cut off his life support wires.
Heaven was quick to take him in.
It hadn't occurred to me until his wake.
I promised that day I would not shed any tears, I was as strong as him.
We were too alike, that night I sobbed my hardest.
He left behind his tools and sawdust, to me it looked like stardust.
For days my stomach wouldn't settle.
I could never be comfortable on my own.
Surrounded by people in black, hugging me so tight.
It wasn't enough to stop the poison in my veins of feeling alone.
A day in hell was brighter than this funeral night.
I was too young.
The fist time I had seen my grandmother cry.
Right before my own two eyes.
Her heart was with him, I seen both die that week.
The adults thought I was too young to see the truth.
They were too old to know I had already left my youth.
I held a deep breath hoping not to break as I reach his casket,
As I looked at his face one last time for good I collapsed.
The breath released all at once, hysterically crying.
In my entire life, nobody had ever seen me so upset.
Years pass more years and not a day goes by.
Today I feel the same as the first.
My memories are cursed.
Everyone assumes my past was good.
They won't understand that dark childhood.
Bubblegum and candy was nothing like my tainted blood.
I collapsed at his casket.
I never got back back on my feet.
The sadness hardened in my heart.
To this day I still wake with tears like concrete.
Thoughts of him scatter like broken glass in a million parts.
There's no repair, only pain.
The tears are the last thing I have left from him so I'll proudly wear them.
Reliving my most frightening nightmares in order to stay sane.
At 82 he got cancer in the left lung.
We were all too young.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Our flag hanging high
In the morning sky
Showing red white and blue
Symbolizing freedom for me,
And freedom for you
Today we honor
The brave men
That have fought to protect our country
Again and again
We owe it to them
These heroes called soldiers
Who fought for our country
And stood strong like a boulder
To protect America
The land of the free
Home of our brave men and women
We honor today every veteran
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
Here, and over here -
The fortunate sons
Those who made it home
To fields and hills of native tongue
In the soil their people toiled
- They listen quietly when we come
There, and over there -
Beneath crossed lines too many
Still - they man the trenches
Along the Marne and Somme
Below the woods of Belleau
And the forest of Argonne
No sonnets in a foreign language
Rendered where they languish -
The distant rest far and away
In a cold November grave
We should remember
Here and there
The old lie -
And the young.
r ~ 11/11/14
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Crosses white, poppies red,
Remember how, remember when
Pale petals fell from blooming roses,
And padded paths where freedom goes.
Fierce fires doused a would be hate,
To quench dry hearts, yours and mine.
Their love and duty burned paper chains
That shackled in war time.
Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts,
Traded rockers for grassy beds;
Gave up gray for blue-black youth,
Now honoured among the dead.
The rose that's guarded by the thorn,
Against the reach of many hands,
Does the same in all God's lands:
Yet still the life sap flows.
This time of year is here again,
But remember how, remember when
Fading pulses played taps then.
Remembrance Day must never end.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC