"bodyguards" poems
The strike of the rainbow warriors part 2
We arrive in the rainbow land of mystery and see lots of rainbow people watching us while the bight coloured green ship lands in the dock. The golden goddess watches with delight when a golden sheet is laid down for us to walk upon.
The crowd roars in laughter while our golden army is taken down towards the big bright palace of illusions to meet the king of rainbow land. After reaching the palace a guard dressed in bight orange takes us through towards a big golden study.
A confused white tiger looks around the strange bright palace and starts to feel very scared all of sudden at something in the air . We all comfort the white tiger while its mouth drops with shock at the moving roof above our bodies and the strange atmosphere .
All of a sudden the king of the rainbow people walks in and stands next to his gold desk of power holding his bright hands towards the roof . I hug luitent megs while the horses seem to become more concerned and unsure about the strange king while the room begins to spin about.
The golden goddess suddenly grabs a door handle to escape but get thrown down upon the golden carpet by some sort of strange force . At that moment the room becomes a mist of surprise and the windows have become metal shields of terror while we begin to run about looking for a means of escape .
We all stand in shock when the king transform's into a large pumpkin monster and his bodyguards have become large fire breathing dragon men with long spiked tails. The horses kick out at the dragon men's bodies while they try and beat us down but gets zapped by the king laser gun of hatred .
The dragon men then escort us all towards another room with yellow walls while the pumpkin king throws some magic powder over our scared bodies of terror. we promise to reveal the kings secret to the rainbow people until a smiling red witch with golden hair appears in the room and says we will evaporate into dust powder if we reveal the secret of the pumpkin king.
All of a sudden a door opens and we are ****** out inside the rainbow city with thousands of rainbow warriors cheering and clapping at our golden army. We look with disbelief while a guard of rainbow people escort us towards our bight red hotel of multicoloured glass.
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
I can't say I will marry her really soon for sure, because this is India and the society here is really tough.
But I'm Atul Kaushal, my name literally means Incomparable Skill and I intend to achieve something significant in my life, such that I'm fully capable to fulfill all her unsaid hidden desires when we marry.
I don't want her to feel any regrets or other negative feelings when she marries me some 7 years later, I only want us to be different than the rest of world such that unlike most of them no problems arise between us due to various worldly problems.
May be I'm dreaming of something perfect, but so far my life has been perfectly imperfect with the share of misgivings I have had is the majority in my performance card and I now wish that when she marries me the only thing which is imperfect is our hairstyle every morning we wake up smiling as we remember the previous night.
May be I am or may be I'm not demanding too much from time - I'm just asking her in my destiny - just her - in my mornings I imagine her jogging with me - in my days toiling at her desk in the office just like me - in my afternoons calling me to verify if I had my lunch we had packed in the morning - in my evenings asking how my day at office had been and telling about hers too - in my weekends I see 'us' having fun.
May be I am or may be I'm not being too apprehensive in my mind - apprehensive that whether her family will accept me as their son-in-law, or we would have to forget each other, or we will have only one way left and that be just to take help from the court and elope to get married, or may be I will just have to abduct her from the wedding venue in full public view in front of her parents, uncles & aunts, siblings & cousins, friends & acquaintances, Hindu priests & pujaris, may be thugs & bodyguards hired by her family to keep the wedding a smooth affair, and may be my parents might refuse to let her in.
But under ideal conditions, it will be as I desired and even later we would be happily parenting two kids for I don't wish to have just one child like I myself had been in my childhood; these scars of loneliness are dug prominently on my face, but these disappear, yes these disappear when you make me smile along you as I hear you smile and I believe that these will surely disappear permanently after our formal union; till then I miss you meri nanhi si jaan my sweet young love, like I should have missed when I was fifteen too - I miss you and I miss you because I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you and I more than love you.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
COOKING ***
I looked around me
everything was dark
as if my own eyes where completely shut,
that the would had come to an end,
my eyelids where very heavy
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very bad dreams;
the stars are all on dim
while they skip around the sky,
upon the sea, I seen the reflections of he
standing over me;
the colored moon beamed upon the land
upon everything my eyes could see;
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But I couldn’t it was as if I was dead,
I dreamed many dreams in my head
I see things of an ancient time,
I felt I have been bond to my bed;
As if I was quite insane of true madness,
In my mind, I seen different set of eye
Looking back at me from another time,
I see slaves dancing around me,
Crying out to a king that stands before me,
The sky was dark; the fair is hot;
I could see a big cooking ***
Words of their time wasn’t of mine,
you could feel the evil all around;
While the anger browed in the ***
Words of truth wasn’t in their mouths,
Lies and so much hate with not faith,
Witches are casting out their evil spells,
Giving a queen a life of a living hell,
Their face turned to me
as I started to scream,
I seen many things that come to me
like something of darken dreams,
they were very old holding no youth,
I forget your name they would say
In a cloud of smoke;
Frogs are being tossed in the old cooking ***
a chicken tongue, black bird eyes,
bugs of the desert land,
the thunder in the ancient sky roared while
the storm moved on by;
I see holly ones being persecuted;
The words of accurate knowledge
Was told to never be promoted on the land
Where the old witches stand
on blood, stained sand, that was a command,
words of truth are forbidden;
enemies casting names of thee into the *** of hell
while some where rings a bell;
bodyguards taken the prison ones
out of the cage; those who has lost their way,
ravens are flying around to eat up on the dead
the ones who has lost their heads,
words of temptations of the flash
dancing around the cooking ***
my body started feeling cold
I didn’t have no more control
While lies where being told,
My eyelids where heavy as they could be
While I was cast into a deep sleep.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
First Contact
"How did I get here,I can't remember,
my brains burning out like a dwindling ember,
are those tears in my eyes?-no its pourin' rain,
I'm lying on my back in the bottom of a stormdrain,
hunted like an animal,but still I'm deadly,
like a wounded lion,you better bet ye,
will lose more men than I've already taken(taken sample),
the hunter hunted? I think you're mistaken,
I'm a one man army,armed or not,
you didn't bring enough manpower,have you forgot?,
that the sandman(badman,phantoms in the dark)
has more in his bite than you do in your bark,
it's getting dark now,tables turning,
tyger,tyger,my eyes are burning,
better keep your guard up,I've been confronted...
but how can you tell who's hunter or hunted? 16.
Riposte
Better count your sentries,I think ones missin,
when you see his blood glistenin your pants your ****** in,
should have been listenin,I gave you a chance,
now its time for the Sandman to do his dance,
like a praying Mantis I move so swiftly,
bullet's fly like locusts,but each one missed me,
the Locus and Focus of my 3rd eyes movin,
got your sentries rifle,but I won't even use it,
taunt you haunt you,flaunt skills I honed,
from a broken home,to the streets to battlezones,
catch you alone,smash your skull with a hanbo,
appear behind you from the mud like Rambo,
bodies placed like hannibal,a deadly scene,
you're a ****** housecat and I'm wolverine,
told your boss you could get me now you know you fronted,
cat and mouse reversed-YOU'RE the one who's hunted.
Denoument
Now I know who you are,and I know where you live,
and in this line of work I can't forget or forgive.
We were partners once now you've betrayed my trust,
taught you everything you know,now it's ashes and dust
your bodyguards are good,but they know I'll get ya,
more ghost than man,a modern day ninja,
leave you injured,begging for mercy,
but you know the concept is alien to me,
grabbed the bull by the horns,my hand you forced,
you're a moveable object,I'm unstoppable force,
force feed your limbs til you beg for death,
line your family up and slowly take their heads,
then I'm in the wind,gone like keyser sozey,
the word is spread,don't try to **** me,
you were my friend,but you crossed the line,
try to hunt the Sandman,"you're all ****** dyin"
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Every man has a calling
And my nitch is writing.
Mama gave me life and my name,
But poetry completes me.
Bless your soul Queen,
For my path is green
And my deeds are pure,
I couldn't ask for more.
I'm not a president.
But my words are important.
I don't need bodyguards
Only some pens and pads.
I'm not an astronaut
But a poetic juggernaut.
No ,I'm not a pianist,
But I play the note of a realist.
I'm a wordsmith and sageist,
That's better than a freak or sadist.
Call me a vessel of wisdom
Or frown and rot in boredom.
I may not be a musician
I spin words like a magician.
I'm a deep thinker and poet,
A writer and future laureate.
Jah gave me a unique gift
I'll therefore use it to uplift.
With it I can write, motivate.
Inspire, impact and create.
©IB-Poetry
25/11/2018
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
The audience, silent, took a breath in unison
Included in the orchestra was every instrument imaginable
Banhus and Gadulkas played folk and polkas
The brutish brass, bodyguards and protectors of stringed melodies
Included in the orchestra was every instrument imaginable
A concert harp, plucked by fingers long, smooth and sharp
The brutish brass, bodyguards and protectors of the woodwind class
Saxophones provided a melancholy lilt, the timp was traditionally built
A concert harp, stroked by running fingers, smooth and sharp
Every sharp and flat note was passed through the throaty reeds of oboes
Saxophones reminiscent of ‘jive’, the timp in its size had nowhere to hide
This exhibition of musical traditions played late into evening with no intermissions
Every sharp and flat note accounted for, motifs carried whispers of folklore
Banhus and Gadulkas, swapped stories with bassoons and bagpipes
The exhibition had finished, piano keys rested, every note has its operatic death
The audience, silent, took a breath in unison
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
COOKING ***
I looked around me
everything was dark
as if my own eyes where completely shut,
that the would had come to an end,
my eyelids where very heavy
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very bad dreams;
the stars are all on dim
while they skip around the sky,
upon the sea, I seen the reflections of he
standing over me;
the colored moon beamed upon the land
upon everything my eyes could see;
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But I couldn’t it was as if I was dead,
I dreamed many dreams in my head
I see things of an ancient time,
I felt I have been bond to my bed;
As if I was quite insane of true madness,
In my mind, I seen different set of eye
Looking back at me from another time,
I see slaves dancing around me,
Crying out to a king that stands before me,
The sky was dark; the fair is hot;
I could see a big cooking ***
Words of their time wasn’t of mine,
you could feel the evil all around;
While the anger browed in the ***
Words of truth wasn’t in their mouths,
Lies and so much hate with not faith,
Witches are casting out their evil spells,
Giving a queen a life of a living hell,
Their face turned to me
as I started to scream,
I seen many things that come to me
like something of darken dreams,
they were very old holding no youth,
I forget your name they would say
In a cloud of smoke;
Frogs are being tossed in the old cooking ***
a chicken tongue, black bird eyes,
bugs of the desert land,
the thunder in the ancient sky roared while
the storm moved on by;
I see holly ones being persecuted;
The words of accurate knowledge
Was told to never be promoted on the land
Where the old witches stand
on blood, stained sand, that was a command,
words of truth are forbidden;
enemies casting names of thee into the *** of hell
while some where rings a bell;
bodyguards taken the prison ones
out of the cage; those who has lost their way,
ravens are flying around to eat up on the dead
the ones who has lost their heads,
words of temptations of the flash
dancing around the cooking ***
my body started feeling cold
I didn’t have no more control
While lies where being told,
My eyelids where heavy as they could be
While I was cast into a deep sleep.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
I lead my cousin’s hand to the belly of a sleeping schoolgirl. the belly is six months out and could survive a mouthful of prose. cousin has kids of her own. cousin prefers the word listless to the word unborn. the schoolgirl reminds my cousin of someone I knew. a bodyguard. a bodyguard as far as school age bodyguards go. the recall puts me beneath a porch at age fourteen
giving birth to something boneless. I am trying to hear it explode in the present. I ask the lord’s television to lure my cousin from the scene. I ask the lord for custody of any tornado
warning
scrolling under
a muted
cartoon.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Pulled aside to take a ride and keep a woman safe
His violent requests had earned a hospital visit to assess
The teacher and I stopped his brawl and the woman brought the car
With a fisherman added to the crew we departed; bodyguards
Highway gusts were funneled through narrow window tunnel
And slammed slammers in their disguised eyes, flanking the hopeful one
The fisherman and therapist kept calm with blank expression
The hopeful was distressed, surrounded by muscled strangers
Hospital staff turned skeptical on contact seeing bruises
For even sturdy boys will not require three grown men
Clearly uncomfortable with new role of enforcer
We sat in the waiting room confused and uninformed
For we had met the hopeful boy moments before departure
And even through the visit we were more strange than friend
In our line of work we learn that goodbye’s are forever
So I don’t plan on seeing that hopeful boy again
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
i don’t really want a body guard
no, man, not for me
because i am a nice person, dude
and i don’t need no police and the security guards
i hate being some dude that needs a body guard
because i hear voices saying, i am not your bodyguard, buddy
i don’t want to have a bodyguard
i am too cool for that
it’s nice how the police can protect you
but i hate the idea of bodyguards
you see when i was young i hung around the people
ya know, i want to really love life
you see if i have a bodyguard, i could end up in more danger than what i bargain for
you see while i watch prisoner i learn it is ****** hard to be a bodyguard
a lot of ****** work, but you see the bent screws like the freak ferguson
and **** stewart and stewart gillespie from prisoner abusing their fucken power
i hate the idea of having a bodyguard it will make me feel stupid
and i can tell you guys, i ain’t stupid no fear
i don’t want a bodyguard because they can’t be perfect oh no
because i don’t want people fussing over me, like i am a fresh piece of meat
you see i am an artist and writer and i perform on youtube
and i hate the idea of a stupid bodyguard coming in on me
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
One million dollars in between her fingers,
Chipped blue nail-varnish.
A cigarette; a tired frowning mouth.
Black denim jeans.
A petrol station, expensive perfume on her neck.
A flower patterned halterneck, a bottle of liquor.
The faded sun hides behind cloud bodyguards.
The woman is alone at midday,
The breeze is cool, the alcohol is sweet, her tears are hot, the mascara runs black.
She's tired; is she lonely?
She's lost, but a lone hunter.
The girl is beautiful, mid 20's with dark rolling hair and freckles.
The girl is tragic.
She wipes her eyes and leans back against the red brick wall, half concealed in shadow.
She eats an apple.. takes of her worn leather sandals,
Sits on the hot dirt, then the rainclouds come.
Rain falls and chills her clothes and skin.
She applies pale pink lipstick and calls a taxi from the payphone.
......
White peonies, 300 or more.
Dark oak coffin.
A lady in a grey fur coat, an embroidered handkerchief.
Tears, blonde hair, the smell of hairspray.
A young couple with dark eyes and bronze skin, their hands grasped.
'True Colours', a male pianist, stained glass, high ceiling, arches.
Loneliness.
Heartache.
Loss of friendship.
Aching.
Hopeful,
Fingers crossed.
Will love enter and lightning strike some wonder into the girl-woman's life?
.......
She holds her sister's cold porcelain-white hand, stops a moment to take in the tattoo of a shallow in black ink.
Elisa,
Gone.
29 years old.
Always one year between them but there might as well have been 20.
It's been four months since they met for coffee out near
the motorway where Helen was working at the time.
A golden locket; Helen places it around her sister's slim neck.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
I can't say it was what I expected,
(an intimate dinner for two).
When Charlize showed up
with two bodyguards
What's a poor fella to do?
She glides in with the grace of a dancer
which is what she first wanted to be.
Charlize won the "Lucky Genes" Lotto,
I didn't unfortunately.
There I was was, stammering, star struck
blathering blithely away.
She passed a remark about mirrors,
suggesting I use one someday.
She could have been lovely and gracious,
instead she was distant and rude.
It seemed she was still Queen Ravenna
and I was the Burger King dude.
I dropped fifty large for the dinner
A pittance for charity due.
There's not likely to be little monsters
as Charlize and i are quite through
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 8:48 AM UTC
heavy bags,bouncing busses n sweaty days.
Is what i called ****** school life.
Obnoxious teachers getting their ways.
Rules,regulations and continuous strife.
i had decided to stick to studies coz fun doesn't last anyway
Finish off school being invisible coz friendship is but for a few days
what i didn't know back then
Was in d end ill have these idiots i call my friends
Idiots who made me laugh wen i wanted to cry
idiots who changed my point of view making me realize
That good Friends do not get replaced
They just make their way into hearts n make their own space
m not even kidding when i say
These r professional idiots in every way
Like he__ for example cant get enough of screaming my name simply for fun
But i know that if i had to pick the sweetest concerned friend,she would b the one
she's an all rounder, amazing at everything
with her, fun is always present even while studying
People who annoy u r d ones who care most
is what i try to believe when it comes to this dost
who Even after she dies will probably haunt me as a ghost
Ni__ wont even budge if i say get lost
and great gh___ believes she's the only one who can b rude to her friends
and if anyone else dares the same,off with their heads!
A thriller movie is life according to her Highness
Her laughter echoes with pure childish innocence <3
These idiots may tease me till there's nothing left
But r also bodyguards of my deepest secrets
Their jokes n sarcasm will have u in fits
it is true i love these idiots to bits
idiots who add up to my best friends list
Idiots i consider as priceless gifts
Coz They r special in so many ways
coz They r bandages to my wounds, Brought back my lost smile
they're The 'start button' to my new life
coz They accepted me d way i was
N mostly Coz,
since my heart was no more
These guys aimed for my soul
N they got it.
:) dedicated to my frnz in IIS
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I am walking through this crazy world
with so much love to share.
I am dancing through the rain at night
wondering why I even dare.
With predators on the prowl
and darkness all around,
I know I have God's angels watching me
even though they make no sound.
I am protected by His armour
and He knows and guides my step,
even when I wander off a bit
He brings me back so I don't forget.
No need to hire bodyguards
for they are just mortal men.
I have His protection day and night
His angels he will send.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I've got enough explosive to be considered a threat.
Least with the substance that I have.
It would require law enforcement to place me in the top ten.
Cause to them I would be armed and dangerous.
When all I would have is a certain amount of love.
The same potent force that God has.
Just like him it's easy to achieve.
If only you are willing to receive it.
And in my case no plead is needed.
I'm just armed and dangerous with love.
It's the strongest weapon given to us.
I don't need to be hunted.
I don't need to chased.
I'm not afraid to show my face.
When she's the one that loves me.
Let alone put up with me.
I guess you could say she armed and dangerous.
Just giving all herself to me.
We all the bodyguards we need.
Love is just a dangerous thing.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
The wind and the rain have conceded defeat,
No longer do they prevail,
And the splashing of water on the decks of the fleet,
Gives way to let them sail.
The sea is calm as the searching begins,
The convoy ventures out,
They guard the vessel of hope's lost twin,
Desperately protecting doubt.
But humanity's ships soon rest beneath the waves,
As their journey comes to its end,
Though they survived a thousand close shaves,
This time they couldn't defend.
The attackers, having dealt with the bodyguards,
Turn to eliminate their goal,
They prepare their canons and begin to bombard,
The boat that burns the soul.
Who are they that they are able to destroy,
a fundamental part of our lives?
They carry the flag of truth and joy,
Both thought to have died.
With a final barrage ambiguity falls,
Never to rise again,
From its ashes a humanity of confidence is born,
That will never be constrained.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Type cast a character that lasts.
A classic from the past.
Paparazzi cameras flash.
Red carpets are walked.
Obsessed fans lurk & stalk.
It's assured bodyguards make them secure.
Mature & pure.
Of that I'm definately sure.
Read the brochure & see the global tour.
A journey to endure.
Obscured & lured.
Detours to premature.
Time for leisure.
In rehab don't have a seizure.
Sobriety is not new but a vital cure.
Fame can be a blur.
Starstruck by their presence.
In awe of their essence.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
The day has arrived.
The cold wind whistle, the land is bare and everything feels contrived.
A girl broken, fragile as a leaf in fall.
Damaged but promised.
Borded and no place to go.
Lonely, defeated and feeling so low.
The clouds are telling a similar story.
Laying out a laundry list of woes.
The air is rich and fragrant.
A crooked little smile on her face.
She can't help herself as the sun fills her with grace.
Venturing out for the first time.
Load music, beautiful people everywhere.
Surrounded by all her partners in crime.
Spinning, dancing with laughter completely unaware.
He's at least 10 years younger.
An unusual flutter.
So beautiful, so strong and hard
He wants her but her bodyguards say no.
But she follows her heart.
Anticipation almost parelizing.
That first touch neutralizing.
Fast and furious, slow passionate.
Completely off the charts.
Behind doors and on roof tops.
Everywhere anytime, non stop.
Her innocent excitement increases.
A new cocktail of chemicals releases.
Lust, sweet delectable lust.
So happy and content
New attitude, a new her
Forever remembered
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
At last the sinister stranger arrived,
in a large limousine with windows dark
that no one should see who was inside,
and a small flag in front and a shiny sheen,
every part polished and perfectly clean,
diplomatic plates both front and behind
impressive it was this four-wheeled machine.
Out stepped the stranger and black of hair,
his glasses glinting in the glare
of sunlight shining down on him,
strutting slowly unsmiling towards
the club with all his bodyguards,
short of stature, fat not thin,
tunic of grey and stern of mien,
the arrogant autocrat himself in person
had arrived to visit George’s kitchen.
From The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
For those moments of happiness
for those moments of tears
I’ll never forget you
until the end of my years
I love you all
although I leave
We had fun
We got mad
but we are a family
that not even if someone leaves
or are not in our grade
we can’t be destroyed
we are very strong all together
We are bodyguards of each other
not even a teachers will change our minds
we are one we are all
we are everything
Thanks for holding me up
to help me get through it
I don’t know how to thank you
You’ve helped me a lot
I hope I help, too
See you next year
but not in school
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Henry Kissinger Has Left His Multi-Million-Dollar Apartment
The bodyguards, the security details
The long black cars, the cooing movie stars
The expensive dinner jackets tailored just so
The best cigars, the rarest of champagnes
The jeweled watches and those golden cufflinks
The many underlings awaiting his call
The fawning bishops at the Al Smith dinners
The publishers eager to print his latest screeds
The voice that commanded armies and fleets
And left presidents quivering in fear
The millions of corpses rotting in the sun
I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed, and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voice. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the offices of a thoroughly nasty business concern.
-C. S. Lewis, Preface to The Screwtape Letters
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 3:05 PM UTC
A woman so clever and secure
She hired bodyguards to keep her guard up
No man is going to deceive as easily as the others were perceived
That sounds like a dream every single man who likes that in a woman would want, shall it proceed?
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
1.
Stuffed men who never made a single day
Of training make brave speeches on this day
Surely each one of them has his reward -
A government SUV
And bodyguards
And a household staff
And a clean, dry place to sleep
And an income
And medical care
And a pension
And a book deal
And a library
And maybe an eternal flame
2.
And the nation’s enlisted daughters and sons
Who sweat among the rocks, not on the golf course
Have their reward from a grateful nation -
Taking cover behind a blown-up Hummer
They are the bodyguards
They dig holes in the rocks and sand
MREs contracted by the lowest brother-in-law bidder
They stand-to all night under fire
They are paid something less than the president’s special, um, assistant
They will be ignored by the DVA
Their eternal flame is the memory of a death-burnt friend
They are dismissed as millennials and snowflakes
By the Keyboard Kommandos who learned about war
Just like our stuffed men in Washington
By watching Patton over and over
The stuffed men bray every hollow cliché,
But this is what the stuffed men really say:
“Thank you for your service; now shut up and go away
Until we want another photo-op on Remembrance Day”
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
Yeah, so we know that there’s that big guy
Up in the sky
Every time we cry, He won’t let us down
If we don’t let our guard down.
He is our life guard,
Even with all the bodyguards.
We need no securities
We are secure in Him.
He’s not willing to give us rest,
So we will be His pests.
We are from Zion,
He is our lion.
Lights up our way
Even on the darkest day.
He’ll give you the grace,
So stay in the race.
Pearl.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
My Love, where have you gone? Where is the jewel that shone so brightly in your heart when we were young? I was away from you for years, campaigning across mountains and deserts, called by duty to my sardharan. Though never did I forsake you, nor our love. And now at last that I have come back, laden with the riches of far lands and strange peoples, enough to provide our family for ten lifetimes, you have grown cold. What happened in those years? Why won't you embrace me the way you once did, with such passion? It was that fire that drove me through war and death and sickness, those memories of our life before. Why does my own daughter fear me now? The day I returned you wept and she ran into the house as if from a ghost. When I embrace her now she cringes, as if expecting a whip. Our own Fatima, why should she be so afraid? I chased butterflies with her when she was but able to walk. Why should she now stiffen when I touch her? And where is your family? Mine were long dead when we were wed but yours loved and cherished our union, always some cousin or aunt was around to talk or invite us to dinner with them. Why won't you speak to me? I was nobody when I left for the war, but now I am returned, a deghan in the service of our lord, one of his trusted bodyguards, the commander of a hundred lancers and yet, my stallion Hafez was hamstrung in our field last night! They left him in misery for me to find this morning. My Love, what has happened to our home?
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC