"corp" poems
~a question of a thousand dreams~^
“Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow? All the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see”
this one composes itself
for all dreams go unremembered
the first, the thousandth, the every in between,
erased by the push button of opening eyes
but dreams come, marching in, saints mining the raw materiel
the quartermaster has stored, awaiting requisition by an
unarmed unnamed corp, witnessed but never seen
these dreams wisped soft willow budded, tempting taunting,
leaving nothing but unanswered questions that colored come
in black and white
elementary clues,
a pillow indentation,
single hair that stretches
across the sea between two pillows that is blonde or red
but
certainly unmine,
dregs of soured sentiment linger like the
aftertaste of too many coffees and stainless steel beers
heated summers breezes give no succor or relief,
and the rain following gives no pleasure,
for now you are hot and soaked,
but somewhere in there a dream is part replayed,
and eyes widening in major league surprise,
the question acknowledged, the dreams quest hinted
she has gone, neither happiness or sorrow will she
provide on the morrow, no toweling of your wet hair fair,
and you awake sweat besotted, it is not rain, just pain,
and it is only one dream a thousand times repeated
and what you do and what you see
is the abraded night ahead, and
you bitter laugh, for there is no more other than to think,
the question answered, and you beg relief by
uttering
“perchance to dream”
3:49 pm
see the notes!!
someone accuses me of Plagiarism
because I did not acknowledge that the quote in marks and Italics was from a famous song written 39 years ago
so here is my response to
“just saying”
congratulations on ******* me off
and yes I agree, you do not know the rules
“#1: Quotation Marks Are for Quoting People—Verbatim
Perhaps it should go without saying, but quotation marks are for quoting people. Quoting doesn’t mean summarizing or paraphrasing; it means repeating exactly what someone said. If you put double quotes around a phrase, your reader will often assume that someone, somewhere, said that exact phrase or sentence.“
http://thevisualcommunicationguy.com/2013/09/11/10-things-you-really-need-to-know-about-quotation-marks/
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
The Peppered Pickle Clown
(Peppered Pickle Day)
This is a story you may not know
And it's banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown
He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star
Although his peppered pickled life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a smash that fans adored
At first it started slowly
No fans would call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same
As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was given just to him
And a peppered pickle day was born
All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
When peppered pickles they ran short
The peppered pickle clown knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
So he made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars
Well Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores
They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him all around
The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around
So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more
Today is peppered pickle day
And should be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown
Carl J. Roberts
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
You're my heroes
you showed me that I'm strong
even when put down,
or when I'm hurt or wrong
You're brave,
risking your life in order to save
13 weeks of hell
blood, horror and flack jackets
an honored purple heart
you helped me come out of my shell
I'm proud to call you my family
my relatives, my blood.
going through a calamity
from Paris Island Soldiers to Vietnam Vets
You're Marines.
One day I'll stand in my dress blues
proudly walk through the door
fresh out the corp
I'll have stories for my children,
and I'll watch the military channel with my dad
but first I'll disregard death staring me in the face
and the sudden urge run
and I'll put up gun
and aim for the dream
of being an American Marine.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
I think with my heart;
not my head
in my hand
or buried deep under the sand.
Because when everything comes from the core,
i don’t need to wonder any more.
Thinking is not a chore:
like folding laundry into a tidy drawer.
But that’s what draws our glass floor,
and causes us to continully snore.
But what we chose to ignore,
should be infact, exactly what we adore.
Then maybe we’d ask for an encore
instead of a 24/7 drug store.
________________________
To you, i may be a boar,
but we must bust down the door.
Stop fighting the war!
Live for evermore(
if we wish to soar).
_____________________
But today our biggest sore
may be the us marine corp.
i hurt for their souls, scattered galore.
it is i who they fend for,
it is why their blood continues to pour.
But that doesn’t effect you,
because it happens on another shore.
Your questions? i have answer for,
but please don’t ask me the baseball score.
Those fact are not in my houses’ decor,
all forms of politics, i choose to ignore.
__________________________________
You can call me a dinosaur,
regardless, I am not a cannibalistic carnivore.
_______________________________
I know you may ridicule,
but i prefer to be the recluse,
only coming out, when looking for a spruce.
So, when i do explore,
you will not find me with the busy bodies,
you will find me with the mircoscopic spores.
After all, it's we they provide for.
After this adventure, i know they swore,
they could create me a commodore.
On our yaht, somewhere offshore.
There would be no more war.
just hugs, tugs, and kisses galore.
Before, I was a skeptic, ********
i now believe holeheartedly in folklore.
My faith in prewar,
is now eternally restored.
Because mother against man always out scores,
that is why i look no more.
Nature is my only mentor.
___________________________
now, i see myself as a matador.
i can be anything,
that is the underscore.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
The Corp, even life itself, is a test.
The Corp, life, a test of humanity,
a test of values, ethics and morals.
The Corp, life, a test to learn,
a test to live,
results to apply.
Pass the test, receive your reward,
your honor,
your pride and professionalism,
your character.
Take what you learn,
Experience, ...
... share.
( Dedicated to Mr Thomas Forbes. A great friend, a co-worker and former Marine, ... Semper Fi ) 1/15/2008, ... FAM © 2/20/2013
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
I think with my heart;
not my head
in my hand
or buried deep under the sand.
Because when everything comes from the core,
i don’t need to wonder any more.
Thinking is not a chore:
like folding laundry into a tidy drawer.
But that’s what draws our glass floor,
and causes us to continully snore.
But what we chose to ignore,
should be infact, exactly what we adore.
Then maybe we’d ask for an encore
instead of a 24/7 drug store.
_______
To you, i may be a boar,
but we must bust down the door.
Stop fighting the war!
Live for evermore(
if we wish to soar).
_____
But today our biggest sore
may be the us marine corp.
i hurt for their souls, scattered galore.
it is i who they fend for,
it is why their blood continues to pour.
But that doesn’t effect you,
because it happens on another shore.
Your questions? i have answer for,
but please don’t ask me the baseball score.
Those fact are not in my houses’ decor,
all forms of politics, i choose to ignore.
__________
You can call me a dinosaur,
regardless, I am not a cannibalistic carnivore.
_________
I know you may ridicule,
but i prefer to be the recluse,
only coming out, when looking for a spruce.
So, when i do explore,
you will not find me with the busy bodies,
you will find me with the mircoscopic spores.
After all, it's we they provide for.
After this adventure, i know they swore,
they could create me a commodore.
On our yaht, somewhere offshore.
There would be no more war.
just hugs, tugs, and kisses galore.
Before, I was a skeptic, ********
i now believe holeheartedly in folklore.
My faith in prewar,
is now eternally restored.
Because mother against man always out scores,
that is why i look no more.
Nature is my only mentor.
________
now, i see myself as a matador.
i can be anything,
that is the underscore.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
In meadows, rich with clover, I have seen them here before;
those industrious little creatures at their pollinating chore.
Now the land is strangely silent, was Rachel Carson right?
Are we killing all the bumblebees? Have they made their final flight?
There are those who point to climate change as the source of all our pain.
If the bumble bee is dying, it is heat stress that’s to blame.
Others theorize a virus as the cause of their demise;
an illness ravaging the hives and emptying our skies.
I even heard one scientist make the hypothesis
that our overuse of cell phones is the cause of all of this.
Could it be that our usage of glyphosate is to blame;
As GMO spreads on our fields, our crops are not the same.
Monsanto is an Agri-Corp with bought friends in D.C.;
A “friendly Legislature insures profitability.
The F.D.A. is slow to act; Congress drafts obstructive laws.
It seems to me, just possibly, they already know the cause.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
I am sixty-four and it has been forty-three years
since I fought in America's only losing war
as a highly trained combat Marine
whose only job was to ****
and still after so long not a single day
goes by that I don't wonder
why I didn't die.
And I won't lie because there are
so many times I wish I was dead
because of what goes on in my head
and sometimes I just sit and cry
but for some reason I find strength
and overcome what was long ago done
by me as a youth and I know
that I will live to see
another season but can't
see the reason.
Thirteen months of daily combat
in the "Valley of Death" seemed over so fast
as each of us just tried to last
just one more day and now thoughts about it
forever will last and sometimes
sleep never comes because Charlie haunts
us day and night as we sit up
waiting for daylight.
Memorial Day Celebrations are nice
and they mean well but for some of us
it is our own personal Hell because of the crap
ignorant people say and their words make us sad
but at least I am glad that I am not
one of the many Veterans who will
commit suicide today and that trend continues
every day of the week 365 days a year
which has to bring a tear.
So Memorial Day just reminds Vietnam Veterans
that we are a generation that society
would like to forget but so many of us
are still here and are trying to hang on to life so dear
but so many of us know that the end
is so very near. Jon York 2013
Vietnam USMC 1969-70
A Shau Valley - I Corp
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Welcome to Cloud Corp.,
We're in the air,
We're everywhere,
24/7/365 plus leaps.
No need to yellow your walking fingers
To reach out and touch someone.
We're everywhere,
Ethernet, WiFi, bluetooth.
We're behind the scenes,
We are the scene,
Promising that we're never mean,
Just ramping up your thought-put,
Instantaneously as we speak,
Googo-hoo,
twit-face,
Sky-bay,
Amazonia with free ship,
Making it too **** simple
To Lean back and Digg your Drudge.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
Overflew from the sewers into the chalice
and they drank it because
it's soaked in
jewels.
Toxic.
Wagging a finger like it's a dense singularity
being hammered into by juggernaut.
No. No. No. No. No.
Smiling because futility,
chuckling because we're so ******* stupid,
blowhards, tryhards, beggars, dancers,
corp. embezzlers, poets with loose morals
and empty wallets.
F is for ****
like I'm gonna **** you till you **** me over,
waiting for someone to give me a lobotomy in
metaphor or metaphysics, or spiritually,
or actually take a butterknife
to a soft spot in the skull and
drain the fluids with mosquito bites.
I.E; I walked home in the dark alone
and broke down in a cereal aisle
and asked the cashier if I could get
help with the self checkout while
tears in my eyes.
**** whose watching over me now,
white people **** white people just for fun sometimes.
I really don't care how low the human soul falls
even as I investigate accidentally.
Bedlam in the parking lots and Babylon
is burning, burning, burning,
hair held high up by olympian comic book super heroes
[Clark Kent is an ancient egyptian]
tossing egg salad and burnt coffee into
the sphinx's gaping swirling pampered flushing mouth.
We lose ourselves when we follow our moral compass.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Grandpa Tinker died a few years after I was born. I'm told he met me before he left though I was still asleep then. Lulled in a cradle, in a peace made possible by men like him. A Marine Corp officer stationed at Pearl Harbor who awoke to the sound of shouts on a day the world would never be allowed to forget. Mother said he never spoke a word about the war. Maybe that was his way of forgetting; his gift to my mother's generation was to bury that pain. He let it die inside so the fear, the anguish, the terror could not touch the ones he loved. The world gave him something he could not forget, something so painful he buried it in his heart with the memory of fellow marines and sailors in watery graves.
Grandpa Harry was a gunner on a B-29. The son of orthodox Jews, a first generation American born in New York. When he was stationed in Texas he met a young W.A.V.E. who would become my grandma. They couldn't wait for the war to end before getting married. When Granpa Harry was shot down over the Burma theatre they sent grandma a letter. Heartbroken and desperate she prayed. He and the survivors of his crew were picked up weeks later in the jungle, but not before contracting maleria. They went on to have 8 children, 3 their own and 5 adopted. Grandma always loved children. She became a school teacher. Grandpa Harry died before I was born, the world gave him something he could not forget either.
I do not like to think of the war as a battle between nations of this world. Good and evil do not fight under banners of nations, they have no borders, no anthems, only memories. They fight and die on battlefields of hearts that have buried hate, pain, and terror. My grandparents' hearts are memorials. Gleaming white tombstones on a field I cannot see, and cannot forget.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
The soft grey wave
is trickling in over the
Rose Hill that never
Bows, scowls, weeps or thinks.
Never sinks, never drowns or howls.
I see you weeping at her feet.
You move over her and blanket
her breast.
The Rose Hill stays bold.
And the cold is nothing new to her.
Soft and grey, it crashes down.
Flooding her feet. Fickled and
Tampered, soft and grey , it recedes.
Rose, you are blushing.
It is all in your breast.
Death is in your chest and you bare it,
and lock it.
Corp cells circulate with mad cells
in your mad house breast.
Soft and grey it passes.
All that is left is a sky blue grin.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
FRONT PAGE NEWS, CALL ALL THE PRESSES.
Most Americans by now realize that all sales of gasoline go directly to terrorist. To quote Obama "Isis is 10 times as powerful as any previous terrorist group." Yet he had the gall to "loan" GM Corp. millions of dollars for the sole purpose of building more gas guzzlers. Didn't you know what you were doing Bam? Betcha got Hal stock from **** didn'tcha.
Here in Hackensack, most of the members of the Hackensack Police Department own SUV's so that they can look cool in their support of ISIS. It is not my desire to make anyone look bad. I just want to bring awareness to what is happening here. Most politicians received stock in Haliburton (the largest manufacturer of war equipment in the world)
which **** Cheney worked for, for thirty-five years before he was chosen, er, stole the vice-presidency. And most Americans agree that he should do time. Yet, Here in Hackensack, the local police department continue to drive gas guzzlers, fully supporting Isis. Hey!, they stated. It's our American right to support whatever cause we want. It's a free country isn't it?
Eerily still, at the Johnson Public Library (in Hackensack), there is a security guard who wears a full beard resembling a terrorist (talk about putting fear into your readers. This guy makes Stephen King novels look like fancy boys.) but, I guess it's too late to take action.
The only thing left to do is save yourselves. I heard that Canada is a free country. Maybe I'll move there and not worry about some Mexican who will (crawl through a tunnel that goes underneath a fence that the Donald's mob buddies built to) take my place.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
I said let's do it in the shower.
She said baby, don't you know we're in a drought?
It slipped my mind, the television and the computer distracted me.
There's water coming out of the spigot and a beautiful friend is laying on my couch, I guess I forgot I wasn't dreaming.
High off hash joints and opiates,
I don't remember driving home.
My mother looked me in the eye.
Are you okay, she says.
I told her I was sick.
I looked at you in the morning and I was happy
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.
And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.
So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!
For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC
Do you think of other women when we make love
No, no, and definitely no
I do
Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you.
Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep.
Well I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Marys.
What about her in Liverpool.
Lets not go there again.
Mary, three gardens down with the *****
Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself.
Not even with they perv binoculars you use, I mean how would you feel if some guy was perving over me.
He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert, how is she anyway.
Probably on her back with the Air Corp.
I would love to be in that flyby.
Yeah, well you would know all about flying with my sister.
I thought she was you.
She’s got blond hair and big **** for christsakes.
I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains.
Let me see, I’m with you.
There you go, no need to answer that, why don’t I take you for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight, does it get any better than that.
Twenty two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Do you think of other women when we make love
No, no, and definitely no
I do
Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you.
Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep.
Well I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Marys.
What about her in Liverpool.
Lets not go there again.
Mary, three gardens down with the *****
Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself.
Not even with they perv binoculars you use, I mean how would you feel if some guy was perving over me.
He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert, how is she anyway.
Probably on her back with the Air Corp.
I would love to be in that flyby.
Yeah, well you would know all about flying with my sister.
I thought she was you.
She’s got blond hair and big **** for Christsakes.
I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains.
Let me see, I’m with you.
There you go, no need to answer that, why don’t I take you for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight, does it get any better than that.
Twenty two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
T our of duty, loud and proud defenders of freedom
H onor, honesty and a humble heart
E xtraordinary courage and valor
F aithful fearless focused force
E nduring engaging enforcing and eradicating
W atchful willful worthy warriors
T rue blue to the red white and blue
H eadlong headstrong head on
E liminating evil men everywhere on earth
P rotectors of life and liberty
R esolute to the greater good
O utwit outlast out fight out of control outlaws
U nafraid against any challenge or challenger
D uty of service dedicated to serve
T hank you to all that have served and are serving
H eroes you are, YES YOU ARE
E ach and every one
M en and women paying the price for us all
A llegiance to The United States Of America
R eliant to their brothers and sisters in arms
I nducted inseparable irrefutable and intrepid
N ever for money or glory always for God & country
E xemplary moral fiber and pride in the Corp
S emper fi
GODSPEED TO YOU ALL
Fortis, paratus et fidelis
Semper vigilo
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
A bomb to cost millions to put into the hands of terrorist's is the government's game while the blind follow the blind, the economy's crock, what a shame. While taxpayers follow the illuminatis lies, media pushes hoaxes, the USA's suicide. The worst part, the people dont realize they have the power not the big brother above us, so people get the **** power back, stop being cowards! start protesting what really needs protesting and stop believing all CNN and every other news corp Tell's you, mass panic will be coming yet no ones prepared. Were dummies at the government fair
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
T our of duty, loud and proud defenders of freedom
H onor, honesty and a humble heart
E xtraordinary courage and valor
F aithful fearless focused force
E nduring engaging enforcing and eradicating
W atchful willful worthy warriors
T rue blue to the red white and blue
H eadlong headstrong head on
E liminating evil men everywhere on earth
P rotectors of life and liberty
R esolute to the greater good
O utwit outlast out fight out of control outlaws
U nafraid against any challenge or challenger
D uty of service dedicated to serve
T hank you to all that have served and are serving
H eroes you are, YES YOU ARE
E ach and every one
M en and women paying the price for us all
A llegiance to The United States Of America
R eliant to their brothers and sisters in arms
I nducted inseparable irrefutable and intrepid
N ever for money or glory always for God & country
E xemplary moral fiber and pride in the Corp
S emper fi
GODSPEED TO YOU ALL
Fortis, paratus et fidelis
Semper vigilo
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Instead. You see, Ebony, ivory supremacies, that head-up the baskin + robbins of
23 flavors of supremacy that the united **** of assassins be, divided, conquered
the education system, working together in perfect harmony, coming up with a long-
term plan as the basis for this conspiracy, Ebony would legitimize white special
schools getting paid for by All, voucherization, by their getting special ones
like ivory has for their special supposed Christian, well off kids, the basis
of it had to be a subtle disinformation prog., 'Kid First', which was really 'My
Kid First', determining Charters, for Ebony, and the corporatizing, privatizing
of the public school system, the wants of the 'chosen' minorities, ebony, ivory,
outweighing the needs of the majority, the current destruction of public educ.
we’ve been unable to stop, followed. That backslided our education system to pre-
Plessey vs. Ferguson supremacy court ruling, to a 'separate but not equal' state.
Now, Ebony, ivory are targeting 'Zero-Tolerance', don't let them prey upon kids,
a lessening of terrorism is all we can do, by a video monitor in every classroom.
Soon they'll have done the same with the environmental, climate crisis movements.
'Environmental justice' is their panacea this time, which will allow them to get
from environment 1st of the climate crisis movement to 'my environment 1st' of the
supposed left, making sure any and all tax $ that relates only goes to improving
their demographics environments, and not to addressing climate crisis, when Earth
First is the only answer. As the lock, fix for la machine, the corp. structure,
republican conspiracy, global oligarchy, they enforce, 'might makes right', when
it only might, and always makes wrong, 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts
absolutely'. Gandhi said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”, and "the
root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science". If you don’t want people to
be cowered you must be, "abhaya, fearlessness, most important for an individual
and a nation". Don't listen to the the silence is golden crowd, who are taking
it all the way to the bank. Exercise responsibility, or it's Siamese twin sister
freedom, will wither like an unused muscle as well. Viva solidaridad, evolucion.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC
I've been looking over
my portfolio and considering
diversifying my assets
to feed this junk punk habit of mine.
Ono-Sendai is looking strong
after that Hosaka team up
But I've been told to stay away from
those weirdos at Tessier-Ashpool
and their vatgrown monstrosities -
They're all scary like dead TV grey skies.
Cyberdyne stock is rumored
to skyrocket after some microchip breakthrough
but I've just never trusted their promises -
No fate but what we make and I don't
know if I like what they're making.
Tyrell Corp is down after that
messy Nexus-6 affair -
Tears in rain and their CEO dead
Guess they should leave the synth
business to Hyperdyne instead.
(Hey...are they just a division of Cyberdyne?
I should investigate that one)
but then I've heard Hyperdyne has
some twitchy artificials of their own running
rampant through Weyland-Yutani.
Weyland-Yutani seems like a solid bet
after their merger
but I've heard they'll treat you like
an expendable crew -
Absent mother computers and derelict signals
abound.
**** it.
I'm going with Walmart.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
...of the world."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCV)
"Alas, poor Yorick!" echoes down the tale
O' centries since that Tristram Shandy thence
Was published, and familiar too, though whence
I ne'er could say 'til now, in sheer betrayl--
Love-sick being cause for seeking to avail
Me of some cure from false hopes' keen pretense--
To succour me at THAT font was for sense
Jist what the Doctor ordered: pretty bail.
Now Corp'ral Trim reads Yorick's sermon fer
Ole Shandy's intrest ere that Tristram's through
The birth canal, I've highr ground as it were.
Not cuz the antique novel is a crew
Of nonsense. No. It sets off this e'er poor
'Scuse for "real'ty"...IF I can breathe too.
23Mar19a
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
I can hear the music all around me,
The thrum of long-boat hulls against the shore,
And drummer boys with stockinged feet resound me,
And heavy hammered horse shoes pound the floor,
And gunners with their twenty-ones astound me,
And diggers crash their picks into the floor,
And cannoneers launch volley fire to pound me,
And bayonets clash like cymbals on the moor,
And fighter pilots boom above to ground me,
And tank commanders rumble to the fore,
Submariners slosh water up to drowned me,
And infantry sing heartily of the corp,
And all around I hear their music roar,
The ghosts of all our heralds gone to war.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Pictures of you on the wall
I see you in uniform standing tall
I sit and listen to the stories you tell
Landing on the beach and going through hell
Listening to you talk like it was yesterday
Me sitting and hanging on every word you say
Reminicing about your buddies long ago
Sadness in your voice, the pain that you show
Some never made it home, you will never forget
You remembering everything about them I bet
Proud to have served your country, you show it well
Stories you continue to tell
Remembering all those who fell
A proud Marine you remain
No soldier is ever the same
Pictures of you from a time long ago
That Marine Corp spirit you continue to show
Wonderful stories you tell continue to flow
Stories of bombs exploding, and you loading ammo
A smile grows as you look at your photo
Pictures of you on the wall
A proud Marine says it all
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC