I was a veteran, before I was a teenager.
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I Am A Veteran
I am a veteran.
Once a young patriot who had volunteered,
To join the military.
And it was clear a sacrificing of my life,
Was a possibility.
And yet the thought of it did not frighten me.
I am a veteran.
I did not decide,
To slide over onto Candadian borders...
Thinking I could avoid my responsibility.
With an escaping of a draft I did not receive.
I wanted to protect those deserving of freedom.
I am a veteran.
One of the Vietnam War Era.
I didn't walk the halls of an Ivy League college.
To party in between studying for a degree.
No!
But I did take college courses and studied diligently,
While also performing my military duties.
I am a veteran.
One who is Black 'and' American AND proud to be.
But as a veteran I have learned,
The battles I continue to fight...
Are needlessly fought on the streets of my own country.
With people who did not serve a duty at all...
But feel they are more deserving of entitlements,
And a respect not shown to me.
Yes...
I AM a veteran.
But yet I am expected to support,
Those who feed their greed.
As I am perceived,
Not to be worthy!
And so hard it is for me not to believe,
The color of my skin is the reason for that.
I am a veteran.
Conditioned to aware of the facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Paid Her
Subjects,
Touched,
Eventually;
I was a teenager ans she was a teenager!
And love came and took us away into the deep blue ocean! !
But, we finally landed home in peace.
Envisioned,
Promises,
Hope,
Deception,
Wide opened! !
And like the perfection of her beauty;
But i paid her all the dues on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Orange picking
I showed my loose-leaf Passport,
But the sentry wants to detain me at the park gate
For further questioning?
And he says; ' The photograph is entirely different
from your present face.'
'Yes Sir, I agreed.
That was taken before the War.' I said timidly.
'That means you're a Veteran.'
'Not exactly, now only I am fighting to pick some oranges
for my next-door neighbour who's a Veteran and lives on a Wheelchair! '
* Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.
-Unknown
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Who am I? (Quien soy yo)
baby
jew,
mexican,
irish,
basque,
boy,
engineer,
teenager,
mechanic,
vagabond,
idler,
mischievous elf,
psychic labourer,
worker,
marauder,
21st century beserker,
basque,
yupik,
guard,
consultant,
troubleshooter,
facilitator,
mentor,
bushwhacker,
urban trailblazer,
pathfinder,
ranger,
special enforcer,
assassin of booguiez,
soldier,
clerk,
scout,
teacher,
journalist,
gardener,
trainer,
handler,
packer,
assembler,
loafer,
veteran,
cannibal of used poem parts,
addict,
workoholic,
time traveller,
wizard,
lizard,
bird,
bee,
oak tree,
hawk,
spider,
ant,
dream,
wind,
tornado,
cyclone,
the earth's core,
the sun,
the universe...
poem by JohnPeter Creighton
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Once at a busy Pub?
*To that poor girl not yet a teenager who begs on a street corner and I was so sad she always pulls her dirty knickers that comes down to her scabies infested knees?
It's really dark and you cannot recognize
So & so dancing on the floor
Soprano's voice echoes in the bar premises
And an old man seems to be a Veteran
Who peeped into the bar nobody noticed.
He begged the microphone from the singer.
The manager winked at her as a grant.
He explained to the band of his old song
And started singing;
I sang in the battlefield leaving my gun aside
Enemies came towards me and they cried.
Believe me brothers & sisters,
I said; I am a poor man and joined the Army one day.
All of a sudden they said go to to the War Chum?
I left my beloved wife and children at home.
I get frequent letters from my sweetheart
She insists me don't shoot them honey
And sing your song they might be friends forever.
Yes darling! We became friends and the bloody War's over
Afterwards I sing in the bars for pleasure!
I'll be home soon with the gifts they gave me if it's not a dream?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stereotyped! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
You say you don’t know me
Nah you don’t know me
All you know I am, is a lil sh*t on the streets
With my hood up, giving people beats
Yeah I’m part of that youth culture
“I was much better behaved when I was younger”
Yeah, you were perfect in your day
At least that’s what you portray
But then I live in a stereotypical country
I’m stereotyped as a teen bully
But I’m not gonna happy slap you
Cos me being a nasty sh*t, that’s untrue!
I’m part of that youth culture
But it don’t mean I’m gonna hurt ya
Yeah I’m a teenager
But I don’t have that bad behaviour
So don’t label me as a bad youngster
Jus cos I’m a teenager!
Cos I know that’s what you assume
So think before you presume
poem by Becky Ginn
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Freedom is all I want...
I'm sick of always being the good one,
I want to be a normal teenager,
Have normal teenage problems,
And most importantly be a teenager,
I want to make decisions,
And learn from them,
I want to take riskes,
And not think of the consequences,
Why does everyone get to have this...
But me,
Maybe I'm just too good?
I want a change,
I need a change,
But how do I even begin?
Can't you just let me go?
Let me fly,
I can do this...
You know deep down inside I will always make the right decisions in the end,
But for now I wanna be set free,
You only live once,
I want to make the best of it,
And just have FUN! ♥
By; Brandi Dybala *3/13/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Accident
While I'm traveling to my goal
Like the velocity of flying arrow...
Unhopefully within uncover heart,
New and pleasant emotion arises.
But furtively I store it in the dark.
Yes, I am a teenager.
Yes, this is nature.
But, I shouldn't do like the teenager.
But, I shouldn't accept this nature.
My brain is full with hunger.
My life is full with competitors.
Responsibilities are on my shoulders.
Difficulties are my teachers.
Enemies are sensual pleasures.
Sure, I love her so much.
But, there's no time for my heart.
I dare to solve it with tolerance.
I dare to neglect it by myself.
Let it be just an accident.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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The Teenager On His Bicycle
Wearing brown shorts and a blue football jersey and with sneakers on his feet
The teenager on his bicycle he goes whistling down the street
The evening is warm and breezy the wind tosses his long brown hair
As he pedals near the sidewalk he doesn't have a care.
The teenager on the bicycle he quickly glanced my way
And he broke off from his whistling just for to say 'good day'
And again he commenced whistling as he quickly pedalled on
And I fancy I still can hear him though from my sight he's long gone
Off to his football training of greatness he does dream
Of being a renowned footballer in a champion football team
The youth need a dream to follow his dream he will pursue
Lets hope life will stay good for him and his dream for him will come true.
The teenager on his bicylcle as he goes pedalling by
He breaks off from his whistling for to say a friendly hi
With his football boots strung across his handlebars he cycles to the park
For to train with his young team mates till twilight fades to dark.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To heaven To Hell
the teenager asks mom
after her first bible lesson:
'Mom, if god knows all
things why should he
bother testing us
or even adam?
he knows he would fall'
Mom caught at
a loss for words
answers: 'Everyone
asks the same question
about God. He knows
everything and it is
only through him
that we can be saved.'
The teenager shoots
back: 'I think he loves
watching theatre...at us
acting out his scripts..
to heaven.. to hell.'
'Well, that may be
very true. But he wants
us to all go heaven, '
Mom says.
The child fights back:
'It is not a question
of what he wants. It is
what we want but
he has arranged for
all of that.'
Mom at a loss
for words says:
'Now, make sure you
act out yours with class
and before i throw you
into hell, get into the car.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Eve
Why are you disturbed?
Is it because you are sleeping with a teenager? !
And like the damping method and,
The lust of men who sleep with anything that wears skirt,
But the breasts are for Europe and the legs are for China!
Why are you worried?
Is it because you are sleeping with a teenager?
And you are now like a Bishop who was caught drunk;
But the breasts are for Europe and,
The rest of the chicken is for Africa!
Eve came and took your love away,
And of her apples that she exposed to you;
But do go out to the world and,
Use the best colours to work with.
Snow and rain,
The eyes see you and the ears hear words;
But you will still remember your first kiss with her,
For the truth is what you have not yet told me.
Do you still remember your first love with her?
Yet still you cannot buy my love;
For it is spiritual and,
It cuts across all races.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I'm OK being the veteran, but I'm still just a kid.
quote by Barry Zito
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I think we are looked upon as a veteran band.
Thank You For My Freedom
November 11th is Veteran’s Day
Where we will bow our heads and pray.
You have been in the big battle,
Where the guns shoot and rattle.
In the dark, dull night,
You grab your artillery and fight.
You are a patriotic man,
Giving America a helping hand.
As I lay in bed and gaze,
I’ll talk to GOD and give you praise.
In my mind you are fighting our enemy,
For the sake of keeping the USA joyous and free.
You are crotched behind a crumbling wall,
Keeping our country strong and tall.
Over in America we are doing just fine,
Hoping you will soon be home from the battle line.
Our flag is still standing and dancing,
While our veteran’s are prancing.
You are as strong and tough as a nail,
Always watching your back from another gun shell.
Thank you all for helping me,
But mostly for keeping America free.
Sam Murphy
Age 10
poem by Sam Murphy
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That's what it means to be a veteran; to be scared all the time.
How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.
quote by Henry Miller
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Anti-abortion Song
Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?
How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!
Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.
If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.
There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
poem by John Celes
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There are no lazy veteran lion hunters.
quote by Norman Ralph Augustine
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A veteran journalist has never had time to think twice before he writes.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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I liked being a teenager, but I would not go back for all the tea in China.