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mercredi, mai 25, 2016

la Drangs' Bloody banquet....1965

la Drangs' bloody Banquet 1965
 
'Twas in la Drang valley that young lives ended
during deaths' banquet fully attended
valiantly they fought for ideals defended
The least we can do is remember them
 
When they that answered the call
roamed jungle valleys of palm trees tall
saw floating daylight that night
and noticed looming shadows in the dim light
 
They locked, loaded and prepped for the fight
Starlight scopes making the jungle green bright
spotted flashes from nearby shadowy palms
spitting seeds of death from enemy arms
 perimeter claymores shredded moving shadows
sending body parts flying in the surreal green glow
 
NVA regulars were honored guests at the banquet
'Twas a horrific scene to never forget
as death loomed like a centerpiece of blood roses
with history being written in chaotic prose
 
Lethal buzzing metal flew unseen
and found their mark accompanied by anguished screams
Chaos persisted during the humid night
mixed with the smell of death and acrid cordite
bloody trails of sticky crimson wet
made by the crawling wounded near death
marked the foreign dirt never theirs
dirt that absorbed their bitter tears
 
Deaths' bloody feast in the morning light
revealed the price of idealistic projection of might
as deeds of valor in a senseless war
were counted by the score
and during the eternity of that banquet grotesque
those who remained alive were forever scarred valiant guests
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

lundi, mai 16, 2016

Truth and Reality....Revision #2

Truth and Reality
 
When truth in bright design
exists in a pure reasoning mind
and comes forth in the course of life
it brings pleasure to the average daylight
 
Sometimes, truth is twisted and destroyed
bending personal perceptions of reality spoiled
and is captured in impressions foul
that scar the minds feeble shroud
 
Reality becomes a truth to accept later
while living a dreamless endeavor
and quietly savoring sensory overloads in life
that embellish reality as it arrives
 
We must live the reality of Summer vigor
Find truth in golden Autumn bowers
Accept the reality of frosty Winters
and bask in the truth of sudden Spring showers
 
Universal truth accepted brightly stays
fixed in minds cerebral reality always
while these concepts in our minds persist
the reality of truth is really what we cherish

mardi, mai 10, 2016

Dream Weaver......

Dream Weaver
 
She stood by the quiet riverside
absorbing colors that scored the sky
Then, within the scented isles of pine
strolled naked and felt so fine
 
She longed for the dream weaver
full of youthful blind desire
She heard silent words forming visions
that congealed into foggy satisfaction
beneath branches that hung overhead
and reflected in river water illuminated
 
With silent affirmation in dreams of existence
she consumed life's glorious essence
The maker of blissful dreams
satiated her spirit with midday screams
that forced time to stand fast
and add color to life at last
 
She sampled the joy at all hours
strolling among the blossoms of lovely flowers
and fulfilled much needed desires
by mindfully creating the dream weaver