Category Archives: Poetry

Knowing Her Place

The armies face each other black and white across a battlefield of squares dark and light opening hostilities the King’s foot soldiers charge forward, boots on the center ground strategic advantage; How will the enemy respond? Emulate the Spanish or … Continue reading

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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

  For Memorial Day – a Re-Post Flanders If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers who would rise, young and filled with wonder and they would laugh … Continue reading

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Winged Victory – for Memorial Day

The Mekong – Vietnam . The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain beneath fields of green flowering gardens. … Continue reading

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Once in a Winter of discontent I walked in furrows of deep crusted snow through a forest of spindly pines and birch and came upon the ancient oak. Ten times as thick and twice as tall as they twice the … Continue reading

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Green Cathedral

A Re-Post for upcoming Memorial Day The son of the Allentown butcher will lead the way point man on the sweep today through God’s heavenly green cathedral Verdant canopy reaching to heaven flickering sunlight illuminates mottled parrots red and blue on … Continue reading

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Spanish Wood

  Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strangers. To the right of our bedroom door a tall  chest, filled with ties and sweaters, … Continue reading

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Casualties Were Few.

We lost two in Afghanistan in April; four this year.  Our President is considering sending more troops. It has been sixteen years. The casualties were few we’re told while preparing to withdraw Just three last month in Kandahar Your son, my … Continue reading

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