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A FEW Good MEN
by Gary Jacobson © 2001
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In all the words poets pen
Know what cruel war’s like,
Have seen death pitch its fatal strike.
Stood stalwart at the plate.
Dared an evil foe’s hate berate.
Good men,
Again and again
Put their very lives on the line
For revered precepts Divine,
Breathe pure courage’s finite breath,
Walk through the valley of shadowed death.
Only a few special men
In all the words poets pen
Answer their country’s call with distinction,
Wield liberty’s sword in heroic affirmation,
To death’s cruel threat thumb their nose,
For the sound of distant drums a brave man knows.
They have fought for right in honor’s action,
Contended for freedom’s administration.
Have felt cruel war’s carnage real
Coursing through his body shards of steel
Felt the gory thrust in purest agony,
Unadulterated,
Uncompromised,
Misery,
With the world’s destiny clouding his face,
Cold fears gripping embrace,
Witnessing up close truly venomous hate,
Feeling on their skin the grim touch of fate,
Walked head held high through wars jungled pit,
Eluding bullets with their name on it.
Only a few special men
In all the words poets pen
Truly laugh in the face of death,
Smell its cankered breath,
Hovering in that valley ever near
Hearing plaintive sounds only the dying hear.
Have seen darkning shadows in an enemy’s eyes,
Joined with a brother’s plaintive cries.
Who will ever forget,
The oppressors enangered hit,
Still shed rivers of tears after 33 years
Still feel the demon’s fears,
Still in sweet and sour dreams pouring down
Wetting a soldier’s soul, foot to crown.
Only a few special men
In all the words poets pen
In sweet memory of the Nam still smile
For brothers made in Nam’s fetid mile
Feeling still a windblown war’s wafting
Eternally drafting,
A battle’s confusion yet today baffling.
Mourn the loss of a boy’s values
A forever loss all innocence eschews,
The vile horror of it yet cannot lose,
That which his good heart evermore construes...
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END OF OUR WORLD
by Gary Jacobson © 2001
Veterans of war are lost between two worlds,
Where contention twixt love and hate unfurls
Hating enemies not yet met,
Cruel war’s beget,
Wetted by hot longing, long turned to sweat.
The end of life's a wall-to-wall threat,
Where boys lose their innocence in war’s defoliation,
Bear foul witness to hate’s defloration.
Grunts borne to humping,
Grow to longing,
To feel the breeze,
To get out of the open under shade of the trees.
Light and fire, these constants conspire,
Within combative hearts transpire
Our hearts within themselves for the answer beating,
Bringing rivers of life popping up with the sweating.
In desperation,
Exasperation wrapped in patriotism
Longing for a great adventure unknown outside of it,
Yet finding neither, only the ache of it.
In the heat, mud and blood,
The only good, newfound brotherhood,
Of men who’ve walked the Nam's edge,
Sentenced forever dreams of hell from tortured beings to dredge.
From sweet rhythms only a child could keep
War taught us of death here in the darkning deep.
Filtered through times of perfumed fragrance,
Introduced to a life waxing exotically dangerous.
All innocence was by the killing consumed,
Walking near Nam’s grave in obscurity exhumed.
There is no magic in the morning sun,
No relief found in the land of the gun.
Boys dreaming, hoping, wishing, longing,
Recite poems of farewell, well knowing,
We have left our world, nevermore to return.
Forevermore in our memories will burn
For what we see, do and learn
Make us for lost youth dare not yearn.
The dead innocence in us exists no more,
Adding to the body counts ever rising score.
 Picasso's Face Of Peace |
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
by Gary Jacobson © 2001
Give peace a chance,
In politic’s wearying dance.
Before to talks of fighting,
Intolerant dying,
Ye nation’s of the world advance,
Be ever mindful of circumstance circumspect.
Always on the Divine reflect.
For peace to be the way in tolerance chose,
I share this humble prose.
Talk not with hateful avarice,
Nor combative malice,
To attain peace’s cup, the Godly entice!
Learn of the folly
To another in a series of wars-to-end-all-wars imbue,
With all your beings pursue!
Walk ye ever softly
In every action ye say and do.
A peaceful life will most surely ensue!
Yet know, peace only works if the enemy knows.
That though softly ye walk deftly,
Ye also carry a big stick.
To defend life, freedom and justice pick,
And are not afraid to thump him quick
If he gets out of line, and his traces kick.
Hearken to a pearl of great price,
Patience in cause of right tis no vice.
If enemies trod on thine toes once, then twice,
Their proverbial butts kick...
Give them a goodly lick.
The wanton ways of the world
In all ye say and do rectify!
Evil miscreants defy!
For America, and brave Americans,
Stand unafraid to use all might
To stand behind what’s right!
American warriors should stand always for justice.
And know where there is injustice,
Do not test us!
Yet for peace implore,
God’s love and brotherhood to the world restore.
Let cruel war be a thing of the past,
The very last alternative, last gasp.
Let eternal wisdom be a trusting guide.
In every action let shining precepts abide.
Ever keep “Sterling Right” on our side.
Through turbulent waves tossing to and fro,
Be not so quick, seeds of war to sow.
Use God given, insightful discernment,
Use purest wisdom’s government.
To achieve every action in Divine justice.
Beget heavenly providence.
Yet tell the greed born oppressor,
Think not of walking all over peoples lesser,
Mistaking peaceful meekness
For weakness.
For when a man unjustly wields power,
Speaking with malcontent dour
Speaking long and loud from Babel’s contentious tower,
Speaking with rattling swords, not common reason,
Turning deaf ear to pleas for a peaceful season.
Give him cause to fear the big stick
Without delay wield it quick.
For if evil men know you’ll with impunity use it,
Evil men will dare not abuse it!
When wisdom is right,
Carry the good fight,
Use wisely a nation’s oppressive might...
Fight the good fight!
Make a quick end of it...
In defense of a righteous cause.
Without question or pause,
Preserve bastions of freedom,
Instill love in a just world’s righteous kingdom.
Grant our babies the chance to live to grow old.
With principles of purest right, truth enfold,
In loving peace administered aggressively,
Progressively,
Eternally bold
What a blessed joy to behold!
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