"fidelis" poems
Chekhov and Murakami came to me in short spurts of memory; as if the life of a keyboard was a retro invention sinking the ancient sea bona fidelis. Temper Fidelis and sorry larks wish upon the galoshes you wore to repeated proms instigated in large moral distances between burning barns (it's a dangerous hobby). Starved for trapped frogs with claws and violence was a question answered in blood so two wrongs made a state of nothingness free of wrong or right (***you nihilistic ***** she suggested a better drink to pick at Starbucks: 'a flaming frappucino at 140 degrees.' (what are you, some angry Russian aristocrat contemptuous of an English wife T-minus a decade ? )close-bracket)
God is sick of two things: my continued and addicted references to Judaeo-Christianity and the dragged sympathy of humanity for his lost son ("it's been 2013 years for Chrissake")
you melt on me like a strange evening spent with a stick of butter
self improvement 46% complete
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Chekhov and Murakami came to me in short spurts of memory; as if the life of a keyboard was a retro invention sinking the ancient sea bona fidelis. Temper Fidelis and sorry larks wish upon the galoshes you wore to repeated proms instigated in large moral distances between burning barns (it's a dangerous hobby). Starved for trapped frogs with claws and violence was a question answered in blood so two wrongs made a state of nothingness free of wrong or right (***you nihilistic ***** she suggested a better drink to pick at Starbucks: 'a flaming frappucino at 140 degrees.' (what are you, some angry Russian aristocrat contemptuous of an English wife T-minus a decade ? )close-bracket)
God is sick of two things: my continued and addicted references to Judaeo-Christianity and the dragged sympathy of humanity for his lost son ("it's been 2013 years for Chrissake")
you melt on me like a strange evening spent with a stick of butter
self improvement 46% complete
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
~
fallen…
heroes all,
saviors-in-training,
on mission repeat;
the service-giving,
life-giving,
members of
a fighting team.
existing solely that
you and i
can spend our time
consumed
with the art
of loving well;
their actions
no less impassioned
than our own,
no less worthy,
no less loving and
no less selfless.
whatever we think
of war,
we must think
of the individuals
who move toward the fray
rather than away;
those to whom
we owe our very
everyday existence
be it extraordinary
or mundane;
to their daily efforts.,
to their repeated training,
to their daily sacrifice,
we offer
a prayer-filled salute!
and to these
who paid dearly,
to wives,
sons & daughters,
mothers and fathers,
nation with a
grateful heart,
a debt we cannot repay,
we humbly offer
our heart-filled
and loving tribute.
may you ever
rest in peace.
~
*post script.
serving you and me from Camp Lejeune, North Carolina,
these fallen Marine heroes are:
Capt. Stanford Henry Shaw III of Basking Ridge, New Jersey;
Master Sgt. Thomas Saunders of Camp Lejeune;
Staff Sgt. Liam Flynn of Queens, New York;
Staff Sgt. Trevor P. Blaylock of Lake Orion, Michigan;
Staff Sgt. Kerry Michael Kemp of Port Washington, Wisconsin;
Staff Sgt. Andrew Seif of Holland, Michigan; and
Staff Sgt. Marcus Bawol from Warren, Michigan
http://www.marinecorpstimes.com/story/military/2015/03/13/names-of-7-marines-killed-in-helicopter-crash-released/70277156/
(the four fallen Guard members remain unnamed at this time)
next month my son is deployed
to points classified to us his parents.
i can only think about his sacrifice
in terms of time, money, exposure to danger …
and his safe return!*
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Fox Fidelis
for Hazel
So, she said,
what do you want?
*Somewhere warm
to sleep inside,*
said the fox in the snow.
There’s only the bike shed,
she said, and only at night.
Right,
said the fox in the snow
*If you let me in,
and you let me out,
I’ll be a good fox.*
You’d better be, she said,
No squatters here,
even at Christmas.
Verstehen Sie?
Etiam,
said the fox in the snow,
*Semper ergo sum
vulpes fidelis.*
Fox in a blizzard
For Joe
Looks serious
this blizzard of snowflakes.
A proper ice storm perhaps?
All the same yet different
the microscope shows.
Who knows?
Just hearsay it’s said,
and cold on the nose,
said the fox in a blizzard.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Why is Jesus consorting with the wizard man?
If I were the wizard,
I’d need the beard…
Apparently beards are in now.
But if I were the wizard,
I would change the sky…
The sky is good but it could be better.
The swirled spray of technicolour patterns.
Then if I were the wizard,
I’d live with the cows…
Cows are the divine creature,
Spending their days extracting the golden spirit of the grass,
Four stomachs, one psychedelic voyage. Even waste isn’t wasted.
Now if I were the wizard,
I’d shrink the universe…
I want to see the stars burning in the brilliance.
I want the vast, spiraled arms of the galaxy to greet me by my window.
See if I were the wizard,
There wouldn't be fat people…
We would all be huge and slide around on greased up silk rugs.
The wizard’s power,
will forever sour,
the final hour of flight.
And in his hat,
the fat rat was sat,
and deprived of all natural light.
This albino creature,
was his newest feature,
and preacher to his army of mice.
With a forked tongue,
the call would be sung,
“Semper Fidelis”
Don’t think twice.
This rodent beast has a task from the wizard.
He is to watch you. Why?
For security that’s why.
Those beady yellow eyes shine in the darkness above wizard head.
The ragged ears can hear everything that is said.
What if I were the wizard?
Well, I’d see no need for hats…
The hair is too long for the sun.
His flowing robe of royal blue,
His perfect ideals, misconstrued,
A great top hat with stars and stripes,
And a gnarled finger prodding at the night.
He wants you,
He needs you,
Don’t answer him or he’ll find you.
The power he flexes has come from the masses,
We loved him,
We chose him.
He has barked out the command, “Semper Fidelis!” and we have answered him. Hell has descended on the sands by his feet and was trodden flat by his army of mice. The sands and stones and dusted hills, all plundered to flex his might.
Can you hear him bellow out the curse?
The holy mountain shakes loose its earthly foundations. The sky cracks and returns his call with flashing fiery ferocity. He has summoned forward the Deep and the Dark, and deliverance has fallen. He has loosed these beasts upon us, weather was changed by his hand and the Earth has spit fourth these.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
"Ooh-rah", my darling semper fi,
I wish there was more behind this facade, this lie,
This stigma that falls around loving a marine,
Its not just dress blues and m-sixteens,
There's letters, lonely nights, and solitary hearts,
There's learning to awkwardly ****** your own parts,
There's the creeping feeling of insanity growing inside,
The rules and loyalties you must constantly abide,
All the while the front pages will place irrational fears,
That you will loose his soul to these wartime years,
Whether it be explosive passing or emotional withdrawal,
To lose him, your one true love, is the hardest type of fall,
But he'll keep his spirits up and you'll tell him to keep his head down,
And you will be patiently waiting for the moment he comes back around,
And as for myself,
I have not yet fallen and I will stay strong,
Even when my fears constantly prolong,
This tired journey I promised to embark,
Blindfolded, in love with my mind in the dark,
But my heart belongs to my marine; it will always be his,
Until he comes home and long then after, I will be Semper Fidelis.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
I've never met a marine
who could sentinel
my heart
like he does his country
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
I heard the trumpets from too far away.
Labored to save what I had given away.
Pretended to believe and Believed in pretend.
Semper Fidelis to the bitter condescend . . .
I answered the call, made a very important date;
scurried to remember then remembered too late;
embraced my Foe by forgetting my Friend.
What is this ‘This’ of ‘This We’ll defend’?
No Dream was too heavy, no payment too sleight
to abandon in the brilliance of the peaceful light.
So Determined I was to ignore my Fall
and give everything I bemoaned for security Above all.
No borders no boundaries no Heavens no Hell
nothing so precious it could not be given as well.
What use Freedom? What need I of mere Country?
What means Non Sibi Sed Patriae?
Oh Thetis put down your cumbersome sword.
Lift up the blindfold, as we can afford
to lay down courage, honor, duty and walk into the might
of Entitlement for All and for all entitled Night . . .
And Lady Liberty, you are no longer needed;
walk away, walk away, liberty ceded . . .
Here are your chains, Lady, wear them quite well.
Pray speak not of Heaven so we can pretend there’s no Hell.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
We are peculiar characters,
Ignite the blaze among brethren.
With simple vices of cogitors,
Beliefs, labels: stumble; fallen.
We value our semper fidelis,
Whence last your soul was caressed?
A casual stroll won't suffice,
From the abyss your heart was fetched
Above the crowd, our gaze collide,
Troubled thinkers be seeking zen.
Below the stars always beside,
Distant paths be unwritten.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
Semper Fidelis
Semper Fidel
Semper Fiddle
Sumper Fiddle
Sum Fiddle Plays
Sum Fiddle Plays Jazz
Sum Fiddle Plays Jazz
looouuud
man.
Care to listen?
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:52 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
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
How we Teach our Children Hymns and Carols
“We have seen His star in the east at a 20% discount”
Joy to the world at Canadian Tire
And free shipping until sing of Mary
Amazon roasting on an open fire
And no payments until January
O holy night down at the shopping mall
Adeste fidelis in a traffic jam
I saw three ships in large, medium, and small
O Christmas tree buy a Pajamagram
A new Rolex watch on this silent night -
But park with your packages out of sight
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Soon I will fall here
it does not matter to me
I am rather used to dying
god in so many human forms
Hush I am the one
her light her mighty sword
and here I conclude another chapter
one that my elders will be ****** off with
Oh short winged muppets
many years I denied death
and fear not the cold shiver
as I am the cold kiss of death
My all to my sweet mistress
she who sings to me at night
Tibi Deus
fidelis ad mortem,
I die with my wings folded
and **** the human nasty race
for I know my sweet brother
Christ they will **** me liken to you
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
His moans of joy whispering in my ears
As his cries of pleasure increased with ease
His desperate pants ringing through the walls
As I sit on the floor and listened in silence
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
Her leggings made me think
does she have ***** hair?
and if she does, is it trimmed?
would she show me, on a dare?
Her tiny slippered feet
manicured or needing to be clipped?
laquered crystal clear?
or a color cool and hip?
Her lips soft are whispering
I swear she called my name?
perhaps I'm just imagining?
wishing, just the same
Her eyes pierce my darkness
I don't even know just how
wondering if she knows
no way I'll break
my vows
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
is it weird that i
fear my government
more than laymen
thugs and hooligans?
is it strange that i
feel my statements
make me a target
for marksmen agents?
some folks with white collars
or a rogue devoted follower
could show up and open fire
to throw opposing views
on the funeral pyre
do or die, the alt right white
some crazy guy
who's blindly semper fi
what of **** Germany
remember that?
have we all gone mad?
I'll remain faithful
only to the gracious and wise
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC