Poems

My Son

My Son

'My Son' a Poem from 'Gold' chapter of the 2019 Robert A. Gannon award for poetry 'The Art of Warrior Poetry'. Though I am home And have  ben for some time IED's go off in my mind Erupting blasts engulf my thoughts Bodies dropped Triggers Squeezing Forgetting our war doesn't come with ease But when I hold you in my arms Those thoughts, they tend to cease Your soft skin Your tiny heart Beating so strong Your little perfect feet My son My war, you alleviate The times at which I hold you in my arms You melt my soul...

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Too Much Time

Too Much Time

'Too Much Time', a poem from 'From Now, Until Death... I Shall'.   Too little time in this life Abundant plight Minor strides Erroneous minds Leaders are crime Too little time to allow them in your mind Too little time to refuse your purpose Too little time to keep your head down The time is now to direct desire duly During dark days Diligently dedicate your soul Death dawns when you abandon yourself Make time yours Assess adversity Allow availability to consume you My time is your time Time stands still once broken down For time is an illusion in...

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