My Friend in Afghanistan
My friend in Aghanistan
Stationed in the frontlines,
He sleeps with his loaded gun
And has never stepped on a mine.
He is a brave young man,
Fighting in eternal wars
From Iraq to Afghanistan -
He may yet get a purple star.
I wrote him to say a prayer
And to connect him with some sanity,
For the trauma and carnage there
May break up a man mentally.
My friend in Afghanistan
My prayer for him was this:
That he remain a whole man
And may he go home in one piece.
But I sadly learned today
His copter blew up in flames,
He has gone permanently away -
Another pawn in these war games.
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July 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Related quotes
If today is anything like the typical day of the past 3 years, three American soldiers will die in Iraq or Afghanistan, the Taliban will get a little stronger in Afghanistan and the civil war will continue to be enhanced in Iraq.
quote by Alcee Hastings
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Well, first, the situation in Afghanistan is much better than it was. But there is no comparison between Afghanistan and Iraq. Iraq has a bureaucracy, Iraq has wealth. Iraq has an educated class of people who are positioned to come in and take over.
quote by Peter King
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Wars Destroy Wealth
Some people who would not think of
throwing cash into a fireplace
support warmonger candidates.
Everyone knows war is
governmental murder on a mass scale.
Wars destroy wealth.
As the Bush regime has started
fires with bombs in Iraq
and Afghanistan,
the National Guard is in Iraq
and not fighting fires at home.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Exaltation (Naani)
This truth abounds -
Empty vessels make the most noise
While the filled ones
Know how to silence their own sound.
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July 8,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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That's Art (Clerihew)
The painter Michaelangelo
Should have done the Sistine al fresco,
Unlike the great Rembrandt
Who worked inside the house of his aunt.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Brevity (Cinquain)
Time saved
Direct, no frills
Points like cards laid down here
Get the aces, hearts, and diamonds -
Winner.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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We have learned that terrorist attacks are not caused by the use of strength; they are invited by the perception of weakness. And the surest way to avoid attacks on our own people is to engage the enemy where he lives and plans. We are fighting that enemy in Iraq and Afghanistan today so that we do not meet him again on our own streets, in our own cities.
quote by George W. Bush (7 September 2003)
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Today My Friend Died
Today my friend died,
I still cant believe my eyes.
It seems like my world has ended.
Today my friend died,
the cute face and sweet smile,
keeps flashing in front of my eyes.
Today my friend died,
my first and last best friend.
She was waiting for this day,
as she had only sorrows and troubles with her.
Today my friend died,
the friend who cared about me,
the friend who solved my problem,
the friend who always fought with life.
Today my friend died,
and I think,
I am filled with problems with no solution,
a human with no confidence,
today I am here with no hope,
I am here today without happiness.
Today my friend died,
she has stepped into my life,
as a spirit of mine.
I cannot express how important she is to me.
Today my friend died,
I recall my memories with her,
and cry....
poem by Afreen Khan
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Originality (Cinquain)
Mind fruits
Flow with sweet juice
No plastic copy matched-
Ripe ideas will ink the pen
With truth.
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'Originality is the mother of creativity.'
July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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~trillion Dollar War~
"Ours is not to question why"
So many soldiers n' contractors die,
In a hostile Country far away
As a once great Nation begins decay
ROTMS
Here a few more numbers to keep in mind as we approach the 2014 deadline for withdrawal of US combat forces:
68,000: The number of US troops still stationed in Afghanistan.
117,227: The total number of Department of Defense contractors working in Afghanistan.
34,765: The number of US citizens working as contractors in Afghanistan.
9,355: The number of civilian casualties in Afghanistan since Obama took office.
18,553: The total number of civilian casualties since the war started.
1491: The number of US troop casualties in Afghanistan since Obama took office.
2121: The total number of US troop casualties since the war started.
$385,600,000,000: The estimated financial cost of the war in Afghanistan to the US taxpayer since Obama took office.
$557,300,000,000: The estimated financial cost of the war in Afghanistan to the US taxpayer since October 7,2001.
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rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
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Dilemma.
Afghanistan where young men die,
protecting us from terrorists
Here normal rules do not apply.
But still the powers that be insist.
They will not change their strategy.
They are convinced they are correct.
Although it’s obvious to see
things do not go as they expect.
Afghanistan has never been
conquered throughout history
The facts can be clearly seen.
There really is no mystery.
The tribal chieftains rule their fiefs
exert supreme authority.
Contrary to western beliefs
There’s little probability
That outside forces will prevail
against Afghani stubbornness.
It seems that we are doomed to fail.
Although we have made some progress
How many more lives must be lost
before we decide to withdraw
Why should our young men bear the cost
of fighting someone else’s war.
Friday,23 July 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fight Wars In Foreign Countries
Illuminati wants contemporary world
to forget about their oil invasion wars
move on as if from a failed love affair
failure love affairs can be sources of pain
so you have no problem with Germany Italy Japan
being bombed during devastation World War Two
Axis powers started it got what they deserved right?
Will we you learn lessons from horrific devastated Europe?
Yes fight wars in foreign countries was key lesson learned?
New policy was fighting wars in poor ravaged South East Asia?
Modern oil wars fight in invaded Iraq Afghanistan Libya?
Got to get supply flowing oil profits growing western?
No need to control whole country just guard oil pipelines.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mom
The years have not been really kind
Between us are the cruel miles,
I long to hold you and ease your mind,
And be with you even for a while.
The news about your health has numbed me-
Hazy thoughts prevent the tears.
I hope that from pain you are free
Though I'm tormented by these fears.
Five months ago we bid farewell
To your son, my loving brother,
And after that we could not tell
That Dad will follow just a month after.
The scores that Cancer had so taken
Leave us drained with no strength to call.
My heart is wrenched and I am broken,
Too pained to even cry at all.
And now it's you Mom, in its grip-
And Age is no longer your best friend,
Sorrow escapes from this daughter's lips
As dreadful days usher the end.
Mom, I love you... and how I miss you-
All I can give are my fervent prayers,
Whatever God's will is for you
I know He'll keep you in His faithful care.
Robert Buhain Sr. (Nov.18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Vicente Buhain Sr. (April 27,1920 - May 5,2009)
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July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sometimes We Just Need to Let it Out
Talking to a friend with a form of Muscular Dystrophy today, shes been having a hard time of it so I told her I'd pray..
Sometimes all we need
Is a friend to talk to
A memory to share
It's important that
We have Someone who listens
Who understands
The friend that will
Listen without
Judgement
And without
Prejudice
Someone who will lift
A friend up in prayer
And reach out
When they are in pain.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
July.11.09
6: 23 P.M PST
poem by Michelle Kidwell
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Thank You For The Thought
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY 'DJ' BEST FRIEND
Thank you my friend for the text,
For asking me how I am today,
For telling me how things are there,
Thank you for the thought, my friend.
Thank you my friend for the text,
For asking about my plans for the occasion;
For asking for a little of my time so you can call,
My friend, Thank you for the thought.
Thank you my friend for the call,
For finding time to call me up;
For spending money to find out how I am,
Thank you for the thought my friend.
Thank you my friend for the forward mails
You so untiringly send when you think
They can make me smile and say a little prayer;
Thank you for the thought my friend.
Thank you my friend for the friendship,
For the patience to listen when I whine,
For the tolerance to my shortcomings,
For reminding me to always take care of myself,
Thank you for the thought my friend.
Masked Lady
Dec.30,2009
poem by Masked lady
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The brave and capable women who served in Iraq and Afghanistan have performed admirably.
quote by Susan Davis
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The men and women of Afghanistan are building a nation that is free, and proud, and fighting terror - and America is honored to be their friend.
quote by George W. Bush
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From The Experiences She's Had
In broken English she spoke about the Taliban
The ex refugee from war torn Afghanistan
Their rule to say the least was quite austere
And all Afghan women of them lived in fear.
But she added the Northern Alliance when they ruled just as bad
And their feuding Warlords dangerous and mad
And they rule again in Afghanistan today
But the leopard never changes his spots or so they say.
Things in Afghanistan still seem far from okay
And for her war ravaged Homeland the Afghan migrant pray
But she feels happy that she at last is free
Of discrimination, oppression and poverty.
Her knowledge comes from the experiences she's had
And she says the Northern Alliance as the Taliban just as bad
And from a village north of Kabul her life's journey began
The noble woman from Afghanistan.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Man Who Talks To God
For one of self proclaimed devotion his behaviour seems odd
And he is known by many as the man who talks to God
His so called war on terrorism has left thousands of people dead
Of his wars in Afghanistan and Iraq so much written and said.
George W always talks to God when in his church he pray
God told him to bomb Afghanistan and George W did obey
And then he told him to invade Iraq and dropp bombs on Baghdad
His must be a judgemental God to decide good from bad.
The privileged one who talks to God he fights to cling to power
His God cares for the noxious weed and poisons the peace flower
His God who seems so righteous for the poor doesn't show much sympathy
And for the people who believe in other Gods he lacks in empathy.
He is the one who talks to God one of his God's chosen few
He wages war in his God's name and to his God he is true
When his God tells him to go to war he always does obey
It takes all kinds to make up the Human World each to their own they say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Write in Sand and Stone
Today, my friend yelled at me.
I wrote in sand my friend yelled at me.
Today, my friend punched me.
I wrote in sand my friend punched me.
Today, my friend cursed me.
I wrote in sand my friend cursed me.
Today, my friend abandoned me.
I wrote in sand my friend abandoned me.
Today, my friend insulted me.
I wrote in sand my friend insulted me.
Today, my friend asked me for forgiveness.
I wrote in stone my friend asked for forgiveness.
Today, my friend saved my life.
I wrote in stone my friend saved my life.
Today, my friend made me smile.
I wrote in stone my friend made me smile.
Today, my friend told me she cares for me.
I wrote in stone my friend cares for me.
Today, my friend was grateful for me.
I wrote in stone my friend was grateful for me.
I wrote in sand the bad things my friend did to me.
I wrote in stone the nice things did to me.
Winds will erase the bad things written in sand.
Nothing can erase the nice things written in stone.
Forgive and Forget
poem by Natalie Vail
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