"youg" poems
Vietnam
A terrible time for our country
The fear of what was called
the domino effect
Communism would be at our doorstep
if we did not stop the North Vietnamese
It was our own freedom
we were told that hung in the balance
We sent our young men
they fought
many died
others crippled and those who were fortunate enough
to simply make home
became the victims of a nation
that showed no support for the soldier
But the war was not about our freedom
It was about fear
Fear that traveled throughout our government
that we could be next
Of course history now shows
that was not the intent of the North
all they wanted was their country reunified
Our boys came home
the nation turned its back on them
many today still live in the streets
as do present day returnees from the middle east wars
It was the Vietnam veteran
who vowed
never to let another vet go unappreciated
The people have learned
but sadly
the government hasn't
The fear they have now
is the loss of profits
they continue to send
other peoples children
off to war that for these youg men
and now women
holds death and dismemberment
without giving those fortunate enough to return home
proper care and support
Today is so different from yesterday
Yesterday
the people spat upon the returning soldier
Today
it is the spittle of the government that they wear
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
As Big Tom soaks up morning sun
Mathilda flirts with everyone
Miss Kitty likes her milk from May
While Sandra's Minnie 'gets her way'
Youg Archie: bound to cause a stir
And Hector: rarely did he purr
But Flashy - he's much like our Son
Big boy entrances everyone
So on this morn - as felines trod
Salute the cats of Westbank Quad!
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
*_It smells delightfully sweet
Her tongue emits scents
as she speaks
Her gaze is attractive
Her posture accentuates
her beauty
And her gesture
makes her a queen
This is
my youg flower_*
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC