The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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The sanctity of our battlefields, monuments, and veterans institutions is of utmost importance to preserve military history and pay respect to those who fought.
quote by Henry Waxman
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A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors
I Once Was A Warrior
A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors
I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face have no weapons of might,
Anxiety and worry are the enemy I fight.
I once was a soldier, but now I sit,
No longer in a body that’s lean and fit.
No greater cause, no more fields of glory,
The guns are now silent, no friends, no war stories.
I once was a sailor, but now I lay,
Trapped in my body in bed all day.
As I watch the new men go off to war,
I will never again sail to distant shores.
I once was an airman, the sky my domain,
But today just the memory is all that remains.
As I gaze out my window in the dark of the night,
Knowing I never again will take flight.
I am a Marine, and I always will be,
Broken, not bowed, though my eyes cannot see.
The hospital halls now the trails that I take,
The pain that’s inside, the new enemy I face.
I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face, I face in my home,
And my greatest of battles I must face alone.
1/6/05
poem by Gary Bryson
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There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places.
quote by Alfred M. Gray
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We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.
quote by Madeleine L'Engle
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A Hunchback warrior who waits at a bus stop
The usual murmur of the sea breeze fades away; ' The Ocean is great; but you cannot sip a little dropp of water.'
And it seemed since morning till evening he waited for the bus.
How does he takes a bus as the poor guy has no any idea of his destination?
And he carries a heavy bag that full of gloomy nightmares.
* A hymn to the battlefields all over the World.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Now that it's officially summer, here's my advice to parents who want to continue teaching their kids during the next two months and learn something themselves: visit Civil War battlefields.
quote by Marvin Olasky
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Either Fahrenheit or Centigrade?
Inside this rickety rib cage
Hanging the precious fragile heart
and the warmth of the furnace
Either Farenheit or Centigrade
That doesn't make any difference
and through the weak human veins
Carries the innocent red blood?
The kind & smart politicians
Speak all the languages of the World fluently
except the needy?
They make unnecessary rage battlefields
for shedding the innocent red blood?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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However, as our brave men and women continue to return from the battlefields of the War on Terror, Congress must respond by enacting policies that meet the evolving needs of the veterans community.
quote by Randy Neugebauer
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Memorial Day
Our dear dead soldiers and sailors!
War still continues;
On this memorial day
I write few lines here,
You're not dead, Comrades
Still live in our sad hearts
But the useless war still continues.
Please rest in peace and do not look at this rage battlefields.
Really it's a holiday for you and not for us
As the ruthless Wars still exist all over the World.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Once Bitten Twice Shy
The legacy of hurt
Transcends the bleeding heart
To the apprehension of step
In the forlorn shadows of pain
As lips gone bitter
By the taste of rejection
Stutters in footpaths of destiny
A wounded soldier bearing a flickering torch
In the murky battlefields of love
As the procreation of love stolen
Metamorphoses the leaping heart
To a restless craven
Once bitten, twice shy
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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A Warrior hides in the Man
He likes Art.
He likes music.
He loves the love
And stay with the family peacefully.
But he hates the deadly weapon gun
And ambush in the battlefields.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The American flag is an enduring symbol of liberty, democracy, and justice. It is fitting that the House act to protect it as we approach our nation's birthday, and as our men and women in uniform rally behind it in Iraq's battlefields.
quote by Joe Barton
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Creation
Wherever the dead are there they are and
Nothing more. But you and I can expect
To see angels in the meadowgrass that look
Like cows -
And wherever we are in paradise
in furnished room without bath and
six flights up
Is all God! We read
To one another, loving the sound of the s’s
Slipping up on the f’s and much is good
Enough to raise the hair on our heads, like Rilke and Wilfred Owen
Any person who loves another person,
Wherever in the world, is with us in this room -
Even though there are battlefields.
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Every Soldier Has A Dream
After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.
It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.
With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.
Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find that they've lost their battlefields and they are unklind.
Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.
They bury the dream because they cannot recall what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.
Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Sisters.
Brothers.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.
Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.
Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.
Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was our dream was the same.
Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.
But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die .
Try to imagine the soldiers forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier
had been.
It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
Its such a crime.
What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.
The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.
When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.
By Paul McCann
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Skeletons In The Closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Skeletons in my closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons in my shoes
Skeletons I can only see
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons I can lose
Skeletons in my basement
Loitering on my streets
Wearing my best pajamas
Sandwiched between my sheets
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, icy bones
Ooh, I see bones
Say say bones - say boys don't you see them bones?
Rattle them bones at midnight
Shaking my bed, no sleep
I find fingers in my coat pocket
Skeletons from the deep
I said woah-oh, woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
I said woah-oh, woah woah-oh
I got skeletons in my closet
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones, s-see bones
Ooh, I see bones
I see bones
Say boys don't you see them bones?
No?
Heart bones, leg bones, ankle bones, arm bones,
finger bones, dogie bones, head bones
Skeletons in my closet
They even know when I'm in my closet
It's my.. my closet
Not your closet
My closet
You can have it though
Alice we want you
Alice
Alice
A-Alice
What?
Whaddya want
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Television brought the brutality of war into the comfort of the living room. Vietnam was lost in the living rooms of America - not on the battlefields of Vietnam.
quote by Marshall McLuhan
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Ignoring Silence
We all relish in silence
at sometimes in our lives
and there are many kinds of silence.
There is the tense silence on battlefields
heard just before an attack begins.
The relaxing silence at the end of the day
when the world seems a million miles away
and then there is the ignoring silence.
This comes when people you want to talk to
but whom turn away and talk to someone else
leaving you feeling isolated in silence
not knowing what you have done
and hurting because your words will never be heard.
3 November 2010
poem by David Harris
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A Helicopter from the Hell
It's a metallic gray color and roams in the nameless sky
Drops pamphlets multicolored to the rage battlefields
On this decent planet Earth.
I saw an orphan child picks one and reads aloud;
'When a Man meets a Man? '
* A humble dedication to the Haitian victims those who departed untimely.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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O Singer of the epic war history
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of life, of liberation hoary,
Of brazen battlefields, long desolate,
O Singer of Gita's ageless glory.
Outlived hast the song thine endless story,
Though war heroes survive still in state,
Frustrated of fate but scarce sorry,
O Singer of the epic war history.
Yudhishthir's dharma, Arjun's archery,
Bheeshma's oath, Bhima's bravery,
Scarce confined remain to Pearly Gate,
And sung are with Gita's ageless glory.
And ye O bard, two roles in one carry:
Of poet laureate and progenitor great,
O ye born in a river ferry,
O Singer of the epic war history
Ye sang thine epic in such swell flurry,
Ganesha, if not quite inadequate,
Lost in thought, felt somewhat weary,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory,
Not mine ‘lone, any pen-pusher's worry
‘Tis to try even to translate,
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory.
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This is a Villanelle a bit way out. The tercet,
that normally becomes a quatrain only in the last
stanza, is here so in all. Also, the first and the third
lines of the first stanza are repeated with some
modifications.
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- Villanelle | 02.10.11 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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