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~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~
December 17,2003
| bentfeather
Posted on 12/17/2003 1:06:51 PM PST by Soaring Feather
My Dragon Fly and Me
If I could be a Dragon Fly and wing my way through the sky I would never be shy just me and my Dragon Fly!
By moonlight we ride the wind chase the comets tail for fun by day we would hide from the sun our fragile wings would come undone
On darkest nights we would use fireflies as our guide we would dip and we would glide through the heavens open wide and scatter diamonds in the night sky my Dragon Fly and I...
And we would wing past our lovers silent in the night... to kiss their face in our flight much to their surprise and delight my Dragon Fly and me in sight...
Such a view do we share away up here in the air of breezes soft through our hair my Dragon Fly and me a pair...
bentfeather©
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KEYWORDS: freeverse; haiku; originalpoetry; poets; prose
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Good Saturday morning everyone!
441
posted on
12/27/2003 7:31:23 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather
Thank you feather. Good morning.
442
posted on
12/27/2003 7:37:56 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: snippy_about_it
snippy,
I'm curious about the photo you used in your poem presentation this morning, is this mountain in Oregon?
443
posted on
12/27/2003 7:50:41 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.
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Coffee & Donuts
444
posted on
12/27/2003 7:57:45 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(This Christmas I got a battery with a note saying, "toy not included.")
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
i'm no hero~
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The lady said, Heroes sit here,
In our most honored chair,
I dont mean to sound insincere,
I replied, but where do I sit,
Because Im no hero. No, not a bit.
I just went where my country told me to go.
There was no question, there was no pause,
Nothing there that should merit applause.
Im no hero!
Just because into the breach of hell I did go.
For men of honor have no choice
Than to join in the shout with freedoms voice
I didnt think about it, I just went,
To join the army of soldiers sent...
Wouldnt anybody?
Im no hero!
I would rather not have had to go,
If there was another way I dont know.
Sure, Ive got a purple heart for the time I bled.
People saw me then, thought Id soon be dead.
But I survived the war winds foulest blow.
Escaped the master of death in embattled mist below.
Im no hero!
I just slugged it out with Charley toe-to-toe,
I crossed his deadly path
Still feel his demonic wrath
His bullets incessantly stinging
Feeling incessant tearing forever shedding
In my soldiers wearied mind,
Honoring buddies left behind!
Though the wars now blowing in the wind,
Heart and soul still rend.
Im no hero!
For then I felt no fear I now intimately know.
Now I dream of rogue bullets that deaths questions ask,
Killing their favorite task...
I see in dreams where through fetid jungle they tore
Doing their killing chore,
So quick, so clean, sweeping past
Memories suck me in from future cast,
Forever changing moods lightning fast,
Forever taking lives, yet not the last...
Im no hero!
I simply had a duty when called to go
I didnt back down, but quelled the foe.
I swore with all might to try
To Gods bidding do, or die!
Because I loved my country more than life
Vowed to follow behind patriots drum and fife.
To win freedoms to which forefathers clove
Undead regiments with youthful principles war drove!
Heroes are men endowed with great courage,
Who with great strength sway bloody fields of carnage.
Heroes are men of bold exploits favored by God,
Bearing noble purpose born of native sod.
Im just an ordinary man who saw his duty,
Who answered a call to arms to defend beloved liberty.
Im no hero, as you can plainly see.
When the roll was called to stand for their country
I stood...thats all!
I did nothing special that honor on me should befall.
In Vietnam I did a little walking,
A little sweating, A little bleeding,
Almost dying
A purple heart earning
Some call A Move too slow award
That near cut lifes silver cord.
I'm no hero, for I did nothing witty nor wise
Im just one of the countless little guys
Who faced daily wars evil eyes...
Doing his duty against war's bestial ogre cunning
Demons within and without constantly fighting
Hoping, searching, fearing, humping
Marching with thousands of brothers-in-arms alongside
Through valley's shadow where patriotic spirits guide.
Im no hero...
Though for uncle Sam seeds of war did sow
Bearing patriotic heritage planted long ago.
I faced warlord Ho Chi Minhs fiery breath,
Deep and deeper into bowels of shadowed death.
With vengeance he'd banished freedoms light,
Cast unwelcome caresses of wars despicable blight.
Good men of conscience had that despot to stop,
Proclaim bastions of freedom on every mountaintop.
Im no hero...
Just another war-torn Joe,
Whose warrior soul arose above cannons roar,
Like eagles, young men's brave spirits soar,
Bearing naive and gung-ho this boy next door,
Above a soil enriched with soldiers seeping blood,
Getting down and dirty in Nams mud.
They say war measures the depth of a hero
Young boys ruin mid thundered guns aglow,
Just links in the chain
Sent duty to retain, freedom to proclaim
Growing acts of war like cancer in the brain
A new set of senses war does indelibly ingrain,
Combat infantrymen fates defy
Virulent beasts raging inside till the day I too die.
Im no hero!
Not at all like Rambo.
To this day living with war etched into my lifetime
Always watching for movements out of rhyme
Ever listening for sounds that dont belong,
Always with the feeling somethings wrong.
I still roam triple canopied jungle where I lost the boy
In elephant grasses lost much of lifes joy.
Neither wine nor advances of withering sun
Can ever warm a cold, heated year of the gun.
Im no hero!
Just because I stepped into wars inferno.
I was raised believing you answered when called,
To go somewhere where freedom's were galled
For a noble allegiance the young owed
To shoulder a nation's heavy load
To honor a sacred duty forsworn,
The clarion trumpeted an obligation born,
To win the red badge of courage, proudly worn.
Vietnam was a duty you could not with honor refuse.
Respect for goodly values I will always choose
There was no choice but to do it, or self esteem lose,
For their comes a time when you have to pay your dues
To beloved honor uphold
To keep this the land of the free and bold
For country, for neighbors, for family, for God...for self!
So no maam, Im no hero!
Gary Jacobson
I received a reply regarding this poem, "i'm no hero," which reached down and touched me to the core, and writing this through rivers of tears would share it with you, from a lovely lady I know only as Grandma...
Nay, young man, sit over there,
In our dedicated hero's chair.
While people here at home just cried,
While Uncle Sam to nephews lied,
While mothers' hearts were sorely tried,
YOU went to 'Nam and nearly died.
You dealt with gore, you dealt with blood,
You dealt with Vietnam's stinking mud,
You dealt with Charley's stinking breath,
You dealt with every buddy's death,
You were there, and I was not,
I wish I had the guts you've got.
When you got home, you were denied,
The righteous warrior's winning pride.
Your naive innocence forever gone -
No, I don't want to hear it, son.
You just get comfy over there,
In our dedicated hero's chair.
One thing you don't understand
About what makes heroic man.
Heros, too, are oft afraid,
But scared or not, what makes them brave
Is that no matter what the cost,
They do the job they know they must.
With no excuses, no denying,
No appeals, no whining, crying
About "Why me?" and "Why not Joe?"
You went where you were told to go.
You did what must be done out there,
So you go sit in that there chair.
While you were gone, I stayed in school
And heard the loud, protesting fool
Who tore our country near asunder
Ranting in a voice like thunder,
Who burned the great Red, White, and Blue,
Mocking, hating, men like you.
None of them had ever fought.
You were there and they were not.
You saw the horrors of the war
While they reviled you from afar.
I hate to disagree with you,
But you're a hero, tried and true.
So I'll bring cookies, milk, and cheer
And keep you company out here.
The kids will stand around in awe
As you tell stories of the war
And maybe, when your tales are done,
YOU'll know you are a hero, son!
Blessings,
Grandma
445
posted on
12/27/2003 7:58:35 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(This Christmas I got a battery with a note saying, "toy not included.")
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Darksheare; Conspiracy Guy
only pleasant thoughts
pictures of her in my mind
meeting in my dreams
Thought I'd try some Haiku this morning.
446
posted on
12/27/2003 8:10:07 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(This Christmas I got a battery with a note saying, "toy not included.")
To: SAMWolf
Good morning Sam.
You poem choice this morning has brought one than one tear to the eye.
Everyone of our precious GIs is a hero! God Bless them all.
447
posted on
12/27/2003 8:11:13 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: SAMWolf
Thought I'd try some Haiku this morning.
Well, I am so glad to see you writing Haiku. Lovely.
448
posted on
12/27/2003 8:16:28 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather
Sorry it was so long but I didn 't want to edit it in any way.
449
posted on
12/27/2003 8:17:13 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(This Christmas I got a battery with a note saying, "toy not included.")
To: SAMWolf
You know Sam I don't do rules. I know it's about syllables, 5, 7, 5 or something like that. I never write structured work. Free Verse only.
There are some poets who might have a fit over it, but not this one.
Oh BTW, I am loving Barry this morning. :-)
450
posted on
12/27/2003 8:21:35 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: SAMWolf
Because I loved my country more than life
Vowed to follow behind patriots drum and fife.
To win freedoms to which forefathers clove
Undead regiments with youthful principles war drove!
~
One thing you don't understand
About what makes heroic man.
Heros, too, are oft afraid,
But scared or not, what makes them brave
Is that no matter what the cost,
They do the job they know they must.
Simply beautiful and very moving. Thanks for this mornings tears.
451
posted on
12/27/2003 8:31:53 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Darksheare; Colonel_Flagg; Conspiracy Guy
Memories glitter as gold
Cling like morning mountain dew
His face in mind's embrace
452
posted on
12/27/2003 8:40:06 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: SAMWolf
The haiku is perfect.
453
posted on
12/27/2003 8:40:55 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: bentfeather
Well, I tried to do rules.
454
posted on
12/27/2003 8:41:08 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather
Pretty feather.
("no rules" is a good thing)
455
posted on
12/27/2003 8:58:42 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Ragtime Cowgirl; radu; Colonel_Flagg; sleeper-has-awakened; Darksheare; Trikebuilder; All
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Any soldier letter leads to happily ever after
Click the dancers to read
A wonderful true Love Story.
456
posted on
12/27/2003 12:00:18 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather
Neat.
457
posted on
12/27/2003 12:49:06 PM PST
by
Darksheare
(Democrat is between Demise and Demon in the dictionary.)
To: carlo3b
Pinging you to Post #456 :-)
458
posted on
12/27/2003 2:40:47 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: Colonel_Flagg; All
Trying hard to love you
a growing away
has our awkwardness together
pulling in my breath
and apologies found words bridging
deep long canyons between us
I am desired like silky down...
bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright © 12/28/2003
All Rights Reserved
459
posted on
12/27/2003 3:07:21 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry. Feathers courtesy of the birds.)
To: bentfeather
Thank you for the ping, poetress bentfeather.
Your threads make me want to stop and rest...and I am bookmarking them for the war's end.
The beauty of a divinely inspired creation ~ one reason why our Soldiers volunteer to spend time in Hell facing demons, to defend a child who loves dragonflies.
460
posted on
12/27/2003 3:42:36 PM PST
by
Ragtime Cowgirl
( "Our military is full of the finest people on the face of the earth." ~ Pres. Bush, Baghdad)
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