No-one comes back the same.
No-one comes back the same. (April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
Old soldiers.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) 1- My stepfather was a paratrooper in WW2. He was six foot in height and 200 pounds. Was a police officer for 20 plus year,… Continue reading
Soldier Bacchus prayer.
(Bacchus blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C.… Continue reading
When my war is over.
When my war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends’ faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
I dreamed it was silence. Five war poems.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father; he followed his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell… Continue reading
When the drinker prays and an amazing Jessey Adams song.
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once businessman and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he believed… Continue reading
One more day. A soldier prayer. And a powerful song by Helena Cinto.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number seven.) A soldier prayer. 1- Young men go to war, old men return. 2- Can you kill and murder? Can you forget the blood on your… Continue reading
Tuesday poetry. Lead with concern, kindness and listen.
(For April, the poetry month. Number six.) 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war… Continue reading
German September sweet wine.
(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover.
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover. My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could… Continue reading