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PinkAngel



Feb 24, 08 - 11:45 AM 		Poems

Hope its ok to do this , i thought it might be nice to have a favourite poem thread. Doesn't have to be just military , just ones we all like


The Silent Ranks~
Author Unknown

I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens
But I am in the Navy in the ranks rarely seen
I have no rank upon my shoulders - salutes I do not give
But the military world is the place where I live

I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get
But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind

My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man
And the call to serve his country not all can understand
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me

I love the man I married,Being a sailor is his life
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the

Navy Wife
angie



Feb 24th, 2008 - 1:21 PM 		Re: Poems

The Military Wife

The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said," Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied," Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both mother and father, be a perfect hostess for four to 40 with an hour notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must have six pair of hands."

The angel shook her head. "Six pair of hands? No way!"
The Lord continued. "Don't worry, we will make other military wives to help her. And we will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husbands achievements, sustain the pain of separation, beat soundly when it is overworked and tired, and be large enough to say, "I understand" when she doesn't and "I love you" regardless.
"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm gently, "Go to bed and get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow."

"I can't stop now," Said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave good-bye to her husband from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it's important that he leave."
The angel circled the model of the military wife, looked at it
closely and sighed.

"It looks fine, but it's too soft."
"She may look soft," replied the Lord, "but she had the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I'm not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."

The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak," he said. "It's a tear."
"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."

Author Unknown
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 4:32 PM 		Re: Poems

When i was 13 a very dear and close friend of our family died of cancer,she gave me a poem book by Kathleen Partridge called "Between The Showers. I have'nt picked it up in years but have just been flicking through it,all the poems are lovely,but 2 have jumped out at me. HIDDEN SORROW To watch a loved one suffering upon a bed of pain when nothing you can do for them will make them well again.Giving all your strength and cheer to fill a weary heart,and laughing when you want to cry-this is a noble part.Finding friendly scraps of news to brighten up the day,using all your energy to light a darkened way.. To watch a loved one suffering,know what they're going through,and proffer hope and courage when there's nothing left to do. Fighting hard a losing game-this is a noble part when all the tears you dare not shed are weeping in your heart.
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 4:52 PM 		Re: Poems

FOR A MOTHER
YOU want your son to be a man? Then why do you hold him so tight?
You want him to be brave and strong? You must equip him for the fight.
You taught him what was good or bad.You sheltered him from ugliness. Since he was but a little lad you strove towards his happiness.
Now let him free,nor be dismayed because his plans seem wild to you,experience will teach him well what sheltering wings might fail to do.
If he gets bruised,break not your heart,your tears and worries are in vain. Let life and courage mend mistakes,then he will rise refreshed again.
You want your son to be a man? Then let him take what is in store!
Hold him back and you may kill the spirit you love him for.
Teresa



Feb 24th, 2008 - 4:54 PM 		Re: Poems

oh thats a real weepy one Mandy my eldest writes lovely poetry I will have to get him to write something...he's a bugger but shows great sensativity at times
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 5:42 PM 		Re: Poems

This one is for all

HISTORY IS MADE
At school we used to wonder why the lives of Ancient kings,the history of battles and a lot of stuffy things,the struggles of crusaders out to crush the tyrants rule,could ever be important in our lives beyond the school.
But now the old tradition of the men of long ago,the rights for which they fought,will serve to set our hearts aglow.
The history they made by sacrifice and sweat of brow mingles with the history our men are making now.
Their courage,their endurance,their honour and their pride;the freedom that they cherised and the cause for which they died.
The glory of our forefathers is handed down to us.
Their deeds will live forever. England shall be always thus.


The pillocks in the government should have this one read to them don't you think
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 7:21 PM 		Re: Poems

Aww those are all so lovely , im just here reading them all with a cuppa xx
angie



Feb 24th, 2008 - 7:41 PM 		Re: Poems

There is no one prouder than a fine military mother
Her support is of the strongest caliber to be found
She knows what she has to do and lovingly does it
Great faith is something she so abundantly shows

The motivation of these sincere women is heartwarming
The way they give to their own and others is an inspiration
Their sincere effort to be helpful is foremost in their thought
And how wonderful they perform when united in purpose

They are such tremendous supporters of all our military troops
Ask one hundred members of our Armed Forces about this
You’ll see how many place a loving mother right up at the top
Don’t bother asking this veteran, my words spell it out for me

May God bestow many blessings on these very special women
I’m in awe of their strength, determination, and courage
Behold the powerful fortitude they so steadfastly show
Do strive to keep them in your daily prayers and thoughts
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:04 PM 		Re: Poems

That is lovely Angie,never read that one before.We all let them take a little of our heart with them when they go and just pray that they remember we are always with them in spirit.Probably all the same but my kids are my life and without them you do not feel whole,this stays with you from when they are born and never ceases.I hold great respect for the mothers of the lost,i don't know how they cope. The loss of a child at any age must be the greatest loss of all.
angie



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:07 PM 		Re: Poems

It is a lovely poem, I don't know who the author is sadly but there are other ones also that are very poignantly describing life as a military mother, and father and family member.
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:20 PM 		Re: Poems

Loving a Sailor is a high price to pay, Loving him truly is hard from far away. Its being alone with nothing to hold, its being young but feeling so old, Its having him whisper his love for you, its whispering back you love him 86 plus 2. There comes a kiss and a promise of more as his ship slowly glides away from the shore. Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go, while you're dying inside for wanting him so. Watching him leave with eyes full of tears, standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears. It’s sending a letter with the stamp upside down to your far-away love in a far-away town. It’s going to church to kneel and to pray, and really meaning the things that you say. Being in love will foster your dreams of that far-away Sailor your mind fairly beams. Days go by, no mail for a spell; you wait for some words to hear that he's well. Then a letter arrives and you're given in, to open his letter and smile with a grin. Yes, he is well and misses you so, and is filled with the love you want to know. Weeks are like months and months are like years, you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears. Days go by slowly, how many have passed? Then suddenly you realize it’s here at last! Yes, loving a sailor brings bitterness and fears, loneliness and sadness and despondent years. Loving a Sailor isn't much fun but its worth the price when the battle is won. And remember he's thinking of you every day, he's sad and he's lonely while so far away. So love him and miss him and hold your head high, Be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye. Your man's a seafarer, like that old ancient trader; It's a high price you pay for loving a Sailor.
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:27 PM 		Re: Poems

Pink what a sad poem.It tells us exactly how you feel,must be so hard for you
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:31 PM 		Re: Poems

Thanks Mandy I sat here with tears welled up just sending it , im such a sad case xx
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 8:45 PM 		Re: Poems

You're not a sad case,just a wife who loves her hubby.Not the same but here.s a from me.
angie



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:08 PM 		Re: Poems

Author Unknown

And you thought you were a civilian......

When Dad's away, Mom's the Commanding Officer

When Dad's home, Mom's the Executive Officer,
coordinating and executing actions for the Command
Team

Keeping track of the kids, she's the S-1

Collecting the neighborhood news, and relaying it to
Dad, she's the S-2

Making plans for the entire family and training the
kids, she's the S-3

Stocking food and supplies for the family, she's the
S-4

She answers all the family correspondence and makes
appointments for Dad, that makes her the Adjutant.

Worrying about the family budget makes her the
Comptroller

Paying the bills, and accounting to Dad for the
paychecks makes her Disbursing

Looking for a new place to live when we move, she's
like Billeting

Assigning us chores to do, getting us fed, bathed, and
put to bed, she's our First Sergeant.

Serving the food and doing dishes, she's the Mess
Hall.

Carrying small children, she's ammunition handler.

Driving the family to all our appointments, she's the
duty driver

Looking like a queen when she goes out with Dad, she's
a Military Man's Lady.

Gosh, Mom's the whole darn Military
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:14 PM 		Re: Poems

A Friend

A friend is like a shaded tree
Beside a summer way.
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day.
A friend is like a flower
That's worn close to the heart.
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:17 PM 		Re: Poems

Very good Angie like that
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:28 PM 		Re: Poems

One of my closet friends died very suddenly just 6 days before Dave deployed and one night while here on my own i came across this poem and thought it was beautiful, and i hope one day we meet again in the garden of life .

Missing Friends

Somewhere the sun is shining,
and the clouds are not in sight.

Somewhere someone's laughing,
and talking about what might.

What might have been another year,
for us to spend together.

What might have been another time,
that I could cherish forever.

Somewhere two people laugh and joke,
and carry on all day.

Talk about their past and future,
in an extraordinary way.

They talk about the last few years,
and how they made a bond.

They found it funny they both were different,
but both especially fond.

Fond of each other everyday,
so genuine and true.

A friend to tell of all your worries,
if ever you were blue.

To trust with all my secrets,
and keeping yours close to heart.

Somewhere the sun is shining,
and we will meet again.

Become the friends we always were,
and talk about what's been.
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:35 PM 		Re: Poems

This one really makes me giggle . Author unknown sadly x


Grandma's Off Her Rocker!

In the dim and distant past,
When life's tempo wasn't fast,
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.

When we were in a jam,
We could always count on gram.
In the age of gracious living,
Grandma's life was one of giving.

BUT TODAY....

Now grandma's at the gym,
Exercising to keep slim,
She's off touring with the bunch,
Or taking all her friends to lunch.

Driving north to fish or hike,
Taking time to ride her bike.
Nothing seems to block or stop her,
Now that grandma's off her rocker.
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:49 PM 		Re: Poems

I sent this little poem to Dan;

THE ROAD HOME
It is only a road,a dusty road,with a concrete pavement each side.And it is'nt a road with a famous name-a road that is sweeping and wide'
Often enough there are pools of rain waiting for careless feet.
There are railings and fences and grey silent walls,but never a restful seat. Supposing there were,it would'nt be used in the commonplace road i mean,with little front gardens and clicking gates,and occasional strips of green.
It is only a road-a dusty road,that is all it will ever be,yet the happiest place in all the world that everyone's glad to see.
Where hundreds of eager travellers tread where they've trodden so often before-the last little bit of the journey home that leads to your own front door.
PinkAngel



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:53 PM 		Re: Poems

Thats so lovely Mandy, did you write it yourself ? xx
Mandy A



Feb 24th, 2008 - 9:54 PM 		Re: Poems

Pink sorry to hear about your friend. Read that and felt sad then read the other one and started LOL,my emotions all over the place. Wonder if my grandsons will say that poem about me when they older FUNNY
PinkAngel



Feb 25th, 2008 - 9:32 AM 		Re: Poems

The Woman In The Glass
Author Unknown


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you queen for a day
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what that woman has to say

For it isn't your boyfriend or family or friend
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The woman whose verdict counts most in the end
Is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a person of place
But the woman in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look her straight in the face

She's the woman to please, never mind all the rest
For she's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the woman in the glass is your friend

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the woman in the glass
PinkAngel



Feb 25th, 2008 - 10:30 PM 		Re: Poems

The Girl I Used To Be
Rowena K. Lewis


She came tonight as I sat alone
The girl I used to be
And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes
And questioned reproachfully

Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you
The great career, the splendid fame
All the wonderful things to do

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all of its gardens rare
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the shining jewels in your hair

And as she spoke, I was very sad
For I wanted her pleased with me...
This slender girl from the shadowy past
The girl I used to be

So gently rising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet and fair

And I told her that these are my only gems
And precious they are to me
That silken robe is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity

And my mansion of stately height is love
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest
She smiled through her tears at me
And I saw the woman that I am now
Please the girl that I used to be.
Sylv



Feb 26th, 2008 - 7:50 AM 		Re: Poems

Mandy A just read your 'Mothers' poem with tears in my eyes, how very appropriate. XXX
Mandy A



Feb 26th, 2008 - 5:02 PM 		Re: Poems

Hi Sylv,i had'nt read that poem for years but when i did,now my son is grown, i think it tells you as a mom what you know already,but find very hard to do.
Mandy A



Feb 26th, 2008 - 5:27 PM 		Re: Poems

WITHOUY FEAR
Life how you could frighten us
with all your woeful tales
but when we look at wrong we
know at heart that right prevails.
We know that there is beauty
when we meet with ugliness
and hand in hand with heartache we may walk to happiness
Life how you could frighten us
if we did not believe
that there is still abundant joy
for all those souls who grieve
that courage outweighs cowardice
and kindness conquers spite
for every hour of darkness,there is more than one of light.
Life how you could frighten us,
were we to sad to see
that love is so much commoner,than hate could ever be.
angie



Feb 26th, 2008 - 6:19 PM 		Re: Poems

Another Year or Two

Don’t want to be 50 and start to grow old;
Wear a woolly vest to keep out the cold;
Talk to shop assistants in a condescending voice
And scowl at little children for making too much noise,
Don’t want to hunt for bargains on the supermarket shelf;
Keep the nicest chocolates all for myself;
Lose my slender waist but gain an extra chin
And yearn for long-gone days when I used to be thin.
Don’t want to watch the telly in the middle of the day;
Worry about the garden and what the neighbours say;
Talk about the weather and the likelihood of rain
And escape the farce of Christmas for ‘somewhere nice in Spain’.
Don’t want to hunt for glasses when I need to see my feet;
Race oldies on the bus for the last remaining seat.
Don’t want to have to worry about whether there’s a loo.
Think I’ll lie about my age for another year or two.

Mary Roberts
Sylv



Feb 26th, 2008 - 7:40 PM 		Re: Poems

Mandy think thats why I nearly cried cos he's grown now and realising they don't need you quite as much is hard to accept but we should be proud that we've taught them independence and confidence to stand on own two feet. He's my one and only and we're so close and of course I'm very proud of him (as we all are) but your poem was so true, I'm going to copy it and keep it close. Thankyou from one mum to another. XXX
Mandy A



Feb 26th, 2008 - 7:50 PM 		Re: Poems

Sylv you are very welcome glad you like it
PinkAngel



Feb 26th, 2008 - 10:18 PM 		Re: Poems

I Love this poem x

I want to help you fly
Nicholas Gordon

I want to help you fly
But not away from me.
I want what's best for you,
But fear what that might be.
There is no paradox
More difficult than this:
That I would die for you,
Yet not give up your kiss.

So do not mind my madness;
Fly bravely, if you must:
I'll watch you, happy in your joy,
And teach my heart to trust.
PinkAngel



Feb 27th, 2008 - 10:01 AM 		Re: Poems

'Warning'

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

by Jenny Joseph
PinkAngel



Feb 28th, 2008 - 11:11 PM 		Re: Poems

Not a poem as such but lovely none the less and very true

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.

Then people come into your life for a SEASON, b ecause your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
yassy



Mar 2nd, 2008 - 4:10 PM 		Re: Poems

I found this on Daz Gardiners facebook group..........a wonderful poem left by Hugh.


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
PinkAngel



Mar 3rd, 2008 - 5:07 PM 		Re: Poems

Sooo looking forward to a hot bath tonight lol


Once I'm in my bubble bath
I like to stir up more.
Half the suds go in my eyes
And half go on the floor.

The fun is in the bubbles 'cause
They giggle on my skin,
And when I stick them on my face
They dangle from my chin.

And when I splash them hard enough
They pop and disappear,
And then my bath time's over 'cause
I've made the water clear.

Nicholas Gordon
PinkAngel



Mar 4th, 2008 - 8:16 PM 		Re: Poems

Although we have to be apart,
We'll always be together,
Close enough in mind and heart
To manage any weather.
Reality is often bleak,
But love remains inside
A glass house on a mountain peak,
The wintry world beside.

Love can build its own four walls
And heat its own small room.
Through icy winds and blinding squalls,
Love can be in bloom.

Though continents drift far downstream
And mountains disappear,
And life dissolve into a dream,
Our love will still be There,
You'll turn, and I'll be here
Linda Gibson



Mar 5th, 2008 - 4:01 PM 		Re: Poems

This is a poem I wroe about 20 years ago on a terrible journey by train, based on the old "British Rail getting there" slogan..

An Ode to Intercity.

The afternoon was wet and cold,
the day we dared to be so bold
and take a trip on British Rail,
this really is a sorry tale..

The 14.27 from Preston,
3 long hours to get to Euston,
The train was celebrating its date of birth,
200 years upon this this earth..

The coach it rattled, the coach it rocked,
much more comfort in a cardboard box....
Preston ,Wigan, Warrington, Crewe,
too many passengers, about a thousand and two!

We spent our journey in the loo,
our fingers and toes turned very blue,
the lights didnt work, we couldnt see,
couldnt even buy a cup of tea!!

Where was the guard, nowhere to be seen,
he really wasnt very keen
to face our fury like a man,
he stayed inside his cosy van..

so wont someone listen to our tale of woe,
British Rail getting there...... I dont think so!!!!!
PinkAngel



Mar 9th, 2008 - 3:03 PM 		Re: Poems

Love is patient with a life
That brings its share of pain.
We know sometime there is an end
To the most stubborn rain.
We know the sun comes out again
On a world that's fresh and new,
And all the gifts we freely give
Somewhere, sometime accrue.

We know sometimes we have to wait
For life to come around,
And sometimes that it won't, but still
There's some good to be found.

And even when things happen that
Your soul can hardly bear,
Know that I'll be next to you;
My love is always there.
PinkAngel



Mar 19th, 2008 - 12:25 AM 		Re: Poems

~A Million Miles Away~
----Author Unknown

A Sailor by title ~ A Sailor all day and night.
When will you have time to be a husband to your wife?
You will be there for her in spirit and always in her thoughts.
You try to make her happy, though the Navy twists your plans in knots!

A sailors Wife by title ~ Called a privilege by the few.
She'll Stick by her husband, that's what she will do.
He may be at home or a million miles away, But in her heart he will always stay.
PinkAngel



Mar 19th, 2008 - 12:34 AM 		Re: Poems

I know it's only half a year
That you will be away,
But it will feel far more than that
Each long and lonely day.

A day without you is like
A meadow turned to sand,
A garden turned to weeds and dust,
An ocean far from land.

Time enters a slow-motion zone,
Repeating endlessly
The tearful grimace of the heart
Till you return to me.
anna



Mar 27th, 2008 - 8:21 PM 		Re: Poems

just wanna send my love 2 u all.the poem r lovly and they have so much meanin.xx
PinkAngel



Mar 27th, 2008 - 8:25 PM 		Re: Poems

Hiya Anna , its lovely to meet another poem fan Do you have any yourself you want to add ? xx
angie



Mar 27th, 2008 - 8:27 PM 		Re: Poems

Hi anna, lovely to see you, and lovely to have any more poems added, there are some lovely ones on here, very inspirational.
anna



Mar 27th, 2008 - 8:41 PM 		Re: Poems

yeah i no a poem.x
anna



Mar 27th, 2008 - 8:56 PM 		Re: Poems

as sure i am that you love me
and as sure as i am that you care
the distance between us brings heart ache,one
i can hardly bare.if i had known that loving you
was so painfull.i would still have loved you in
every way.just for a share of your life time i
would gladly give mine away.if the end ever comes between us whilst you so far away.ill never regret having loved you and love you,ill love you always
PinkAngel



Apr 1st, 2008 - 2:31 PM 		Re: Poems

Stand Easy Now

Mixed raw emotions of devastation
but enourmous pride
Your bravery will always be remembered
By those who were by your side

May you always fly high on Angels wings
And rise in the glory of the moon and the stars
And be surrounded by the love that Heaven brings

No more war , no more tears
No more lost friends and
Forgotten Years.

Rest in Peace our proud military man, its time to stand easy now



Written by Me
me



Apr 3rd, 2008 - 3:02 PM 		Re: Poems

I used to be a little boy,
I'd shout 'Mum' look at me,
now I'm a grown up,
always late home for my tea.

At 17 I joined the Army,
and mu was very sad.
I've got to go to war now,
Mum tell me I'm still her little lad.

Hi Mum,'Its me' I got here,
I miss you all like mad,
Why didn't I listen and become an Architect,
just like my Dad.

By Theo's mum
Theo's mum



Apr 12th, 2008 - 12:00 PM 		Re: Poems

The Soldiers Life (found in scrapbook.com)

The soldiers life is not for all
A soldier must be willing to give his all
He is overworked and underpaid
A truer patriot was never made
Ready to go at any time
Wherever there is trouble or the first sign
His courage and honor are unsurpassed
Ready and willing to complete the task
Travelling to lands both near and far
He stands his post and looks at the stars
Wondering what he might have done
If he had not chosen to carry a gun
Remember the next time that you are driving by
And see the flag flying proud and high
That somewhere out there a soldier stands
Weary and cold in a foreign land
Protecting our country from our foes
Standing tall and proud come rain or snow.


Author ssgt Scott Hilligoss.....
(found in scrapbook .com)
yassy



Apr 12th, 2008 - 5:56 PM 		Re: Poems

Found this in one of Adam's school books.....GCSE English.

Dulce et Decorum Este. Wilfred Owen soldier WW1

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on he haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest beagan out trudge.
Men marched asleep. many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas- shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, Boys!-- An ecstacy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man on fire or lime-
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering,. chocking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind a wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the curd
Of Vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et Decorum Est
Pro Patria Mori.
PinkAngel



Apr 13th, 2008 - 10:22 PM 		Re: Poems

If These Walls Could Talk
by Christelle Duvenage


If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead,
my mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so scared,
I can't control it,
anger is making me blind,
I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk.

If these walls could talk,
you'd know about my fears,
about all those nights I screamed for help,
about all my fallen tears.
You'd know about the demons
haunting me at night,
you'd be able to help me
keep my fire alight,
if these walls could talk.

If these walls could talk
they would say that it's all right,
God sends His angels
to look over me at night.
They'd encourage me,
say though I am alone
it doesn't mean I‘m on my own.
He watches me, from above
and showers me with all His love,
if only these walls could talk.
Theo's mum



Apr 14th, 2008 - 8:21 AM 		Re: Poems

With You....by Kenny Garrick,forces partner


You are fighting for your country I am with you
In battle scarred foreign lands I walk with you
Under fire from our enemies I fight with you
In times of uncertainty I comfort you

Though we are forced apart I am with you
When you feel all alone I am right by you
When in times of rejoicing I party with you
In times of sadness I will mourn with you

The burdens of combat I will carry with you
The victories of combat I will celebrate with you
The tragedies of combat I will share with you
Wherever you are I will stand with you

You are never alone I am with you
Your love I cherish and hold for you
And in my thoughts I am their with you
For you carry my heart along with you


I have three more of these to post from Kenny, he also hopes to look in us us soon
Theo's mum



Apr 14th, 2008 - 12:07 PM 		Re: Poems

With You.....By Kenny Garrick, forces partner


You are fighting for your country I am with you
In battle scarred foreign lands I walk with you
Under fire from our enemies I fight with you
In times of uncertainty I comfort you

Though we are forced apart I am with you
When you feel all alone I am right by you
When in times of rejoicing I party with you
In times of sadness I will mourn with you

The burdens of combat I will carry with you
The victories of combat I will celebrate with you
The tragedies of combat I will share with you
Wherever you are I will stand with you

You are never alone I am with you
Your love I cherish and hold for you
And in my thoughts I am their with you
For you carry my heart along with you
Theo's mum



Apr 14th, 2008 - 12:09 PM 		Re: Poems

Never Before.....By Kenny Garrick, forces partner


Your eyes are the stars in the sky at night
your love keeps me strong from the fear that I fight
Your smile is the sunshine that brightens my day
the photo's of you are all that I have while you are away
keep strong and safe from the battles you are in
and together through love we will come through and win
never before have I felt so much love
never before have I prayed so hard to god up above
Do what you must and do it knowing this
I am proud of you my angel and send you a kiss
Theo's mum



Apr 14th, 2008 - 12:10 PM 		Re: Poems

A Good Day....By Kenny Garrick, forces partner


Today’s a good day for I,ve had a call
I feel like I’ve one first prize at the ball
The call that I got came from foreign Lands
It was my beloved fighting on foreign sands

On patrol and duty for six days they’d been out
Now frozen and tired but they did not shout
But cued in a line for the call they must make
To their loved ones back home who in silence do shake

But today we rejoice for we chatted at length
And the call has given us much needed strength
Unseen smiles we know that are on each others faces
Regardless of the distance and far different places

The letters we have sent we know have arrived
We know that there safe from the words that’s supplied
We gleam what we can from the words that are said
And cherish the moment for its gone to our head

I know that for now you are safe and you’re well
But of everything else there is no way to tell
So for now I will dance with broad sided grin
For tomorrow will come and the fear will begin
Theo's mum



Apr 16th, 2008 - 1:41 PM 		Re: Poems

Long nights.....written by Kenny Garrick, forces partner


I fall asleep looking at your face
A photograph rests in your place
My arms are flapping without you to hold
And life seems empty and oh so cold
A fitful sleep I have at night
Praying to god you don’t have to fight

But I have it easy compared to you
For all the things you have to do
There is no danger for me at every turn
I am not the soldier stuck in the sun to burn
For you the journey is long and tough
And what I do does not seem good enough

The mornings here and the nights been long
You’re not here to share the dawn chorus song
And so to the TV to put sky news on
Never wanting to hear road side bomb
And I think of you in that far of land
Full of hostile mountains and lots of sand

My love for you will never fail
And I will not pry to here your tail
You have seen hell and far more worse
I guess that is the soldiers curse
But I will do all that I can
At least I hope that is my plan

You have your duties that must be done
Hard fought battles to be won
I’m so proud and honoured to be your lover
For you are special their could be no other
And so we go and do what’s needed
The tender moments for now conceded
Kenny Garrick



Apr 16th, 2008 - 5:51 PM 		Re: Poems

For the troops


For the troops who fight in foreign lands
Across barren rocks and sands
Your not alone but in our hearts
You brave soldiers in foreign parts

Gone to fight for Queen and Country
Gone to fight for all in sundry
You are so brave and gallant too
The world is better for having you

When times are hard the conditions rough
Remember that you have your nations love
So proud are we of our service men
And wish no harm does come to them

So pack your Burgan and your day sack
Loved ones wait for the day your back
Safe and sound from those foreign lands
Where you do fight on barren rocks and sands

for our boys and girls from me.
PinkAngel



Apr 20th, 2008 - 7:00 PM 		Re: Poems

Written by our lovely Carol and just copied over to this thread by me x


Our dear, loving John

Our dear, loving John,
God carried you away,John, we know you hear us,
We think of you every day.

Oh, you were so special,
A wondrous, loving son,
Truly a great friend, too,
And for everyone, such fun.

We think of all you loved,
in your little bit of time,
Nature, wild life was yor dream
And of it you richly mined.

Tall and thin and manly,
Truly a vision strong,
At 31, your were still so young,
And you never did anyone wrong.

How the girls had an eye for you,
and how you'd eye them back,
You didn't sit on sidelines ,John
Activity - you'd never lack.

You left us yes, but not before
You made your mark to start
So many have you in their minds
And also in their hearts.

How hard for us to miss you,
We fight from being Sad,
Just know we'll always love you,
Always be your mon and dad.

You've passed on, dear John,
That we know, Accept it? Well we must,
But one thing from all of us,
You're with us now, its just that way.
Dear JOHN, our dearest child,
You'll always have our love.
Mandy A



Apr 20th, 2008 - 8:08 PM 		Re: Poems

For Carol and Ray

Silver Linings
The silver linings in the clouds are sometimes hard to see.
These little rays of gladness are obscured by misery.
Many give up hunting when they once have looked in vain,and seem to think the brighter side will never shine again.
But after days of darkness,after nights of anxious care,the silver linings gleam again,for they are always there.
Just when least expected,just when hope has turned her back - when you've no heart to smile,when things have never looked so black.
A miracle is happening,good times begin anew,and there's a silver lining in the highest cloud for you.
Mandy A



Apr 20th, 2008 - 8:56 PM 		Re: Poems

Looking Back

There is'nt any harm in looking back upon the years,and seeing opportunities and unfulfilled careers,in viewing what you could have been and what you might have done. No harm in looking back if you can look back all in fun.
If you can smile at failures and survey a useless dream,knowing paths you did'nt take are not all that they seem;and should you view lost chances with a spasm of regret and doubt the choice you made,still don't be tempted to forget-that every road of life is paved with joy and also pain.
And if you were to live your moments over once again,perhaps you'd take another path,another curve or bend,but maybe it would lead you to the same place in the end.
Justin



Apr 29th, 2008 - 4:56 PM 		Re: Poems

Pinkangel would i be allowed to use your stand easy poem please ?
PinkAngel



Apr 29th