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I Thought Id Write To Juliet

I thought Id write to juliet, for she would understand
And when someone is already dead they can no longer let you down
Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend
Tell me how I can advise someone, that I dont even know,
To welcome death
For I received a letter that is worth reporting
And though it may raise a cynical smile
It leaves a sinking feeling
Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant...
Have you seen my pride and joy? ...
You know the rest...and its no joke...forgive me please as I quote...
This is a letter of thanks, as Im so bored here in I cant
Say where.
So Im writing to people that I may never meet
And I was thinking if something you said...
Im a female soldier, my name is constance.
I enlisted in the military needing funds for college
Im twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive
I imagine I may think again...
Im sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack
Your words are a comfort, theyre the best thing that I have
Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask
I dont know why I am writing to you

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Soldier's Ghost

I bled for you - would you for me?

I blessed a skin in blazing fuel
Then took a bullet in a duel of
‘He or I to Die.'

I often question ‘Why? '
Do you?

My country was my life to give -
Would you for country cease to live?
Sinking in a mire of death,
You have no choice -
So while you're still alive,
Rejoice!

I cried in failure - did you care?
And as I waned, were you aware of
What I did -?
Fighting for my country while you hid
Behind your comfort back at home?

Still relaxed?
My wife and child are fading at the tomb.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Story of Two Soldiers

A story of a soldier, with a heart
Who came upon a dead Japanese soldier
With a letter sticking out his pocket, in the war
This soldier took the letter, obviously
The important treasure of the dead one.
He framed it and stored it;
Another man's most prized possessions,
Of a child's colored picture, and a baby's photo.

Years later, and someone notices
The framed paper, and suggests
Trying to track down the original family
And though it seems impossible:
The impossible is accomplished,
Through another soldier's care, though he was
A stranger to the poor dead soldier
He must have felt their close brotherhood,
As two soldiers engaged in a difficult war.

And there is a woman now,
Who cradles the picture she colored
As a small child; and her baby sister
In the photo at the top; also living, now an adult
She said, Father never returned to us
We never had a chance to know him
But now we know him; he's come back
We know who he was thinking about
At the end- this man gave our father back to us.

And the old soldier has a new friend now;
If you treat the other side's soldier as no less
Than your own family
His family will come to know you in time,
As truest friend,
And closer to heart
Than any grief could ever reach.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Letter To A Soldier

A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.

written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved

poem by Harry Bryant
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Special Delivery

The postman got himself in to a bit of a mess:
And he delivered a letter to the wrong address.
The intended recipient would feel a lot better,
When, in her hand, she was holding the letter.

When she opened that letter, intended for her,
Emotions inside her would soon start to stir.
The letter had travelled across many a mile;
To her face, it would bring a great big smile.

The letter was from a soldier in Afghanistan:
Maybe it bore news from her beloved man?
I am sure that she cried when he was deployed.
Receiving the letter, she would be so overjoyed.

The light blue letter had travelled all that way;
I was sure it would make the young lady's day.
From her boyfriend she would be dying to hear;
Receiving his letter would bring her much cheer.

I imagined the message written from his heart,
Helping to bridge the gap, during their time apart.
I pictured him writing, while rockets flew overhead.
She would re-read many times, all that he had said.

Holding that letter, made me stop and think:
With that soldier, I felt a strange kind of link.
Looking at the envelope, I held in my hands,
Her emotions, I suddenly began to understand.

I thought about the couple's mix of emotions,
During their time, parted by the mighty oceans.
I thought about how he would wish he was here,
And how they had both shed some secret tears.

Hearing from him, she would cry tears of relief.
I bet he signed his name with kisses underneath.
To her, the letter would be a wonderful sight,
And she would sleep well in her bed that night.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Travelin Soldier

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
Hes a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin down for a while
And talking to me,
Im feeling a little low
She said Im off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I dont care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin for the love of a travelin soldier
Over love will never end
Waitin for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldiers coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In california then vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when its getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Dont worry but I wont be able to write for awhile
[chorus]
One friday night at a football game
The lords prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
[chorus]
[chorus]

song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Cenotaph / Letter From Amsterdam

Snow hard up against my doorway
And its falling twice as fast
Funny I was just thinking of you my friend
How long you were gonna last
Driving those blizzards cross europe
Snow chains on you back
64 feet of mobile thunder, leaving a ten wheel track
Its good to hear from you, go easy when you can
My day is better for your letter from amsterdam
I stand alone by the cenotaph
Where the unknown soldier lies
And its somewhere out there that you are
This freedom angel died
To save us from depression
Today I look around, boys our age and younger
I fear we let them down
Its good to hear from you, go easy when you can
My day is better for your letter from amsterdam
The town squares disappearing
It drifts up to my knees
Midnight silence deafening
And my feet begin to freeze
Is it because we dont remember?
We cannot understand?
But me and the unknown soldier
Got your letter from amsterdam

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Youll Get It In The Mail Today

Ive been up all night
Ive been writing this letter
And I think I might have found a better way
To tell you all the things Ive got to say
I put it in writing and youll get it in the mail today
Well I dont know but I cant help feeling
That you got to stop your double-dealin ways
Cheatin on me is a crime that never pays
And thats all in the letter and youll get it in the mail today
Well I would tell you to your face
But youd just lie to me
Put you in your place
But youd just try to defy me
Been up all night
Pencil and a paper
And I think I might have found a safer way
Say goodbye without much more delay
Well its all in the letter and youll get it in the mail today
I dont mean tomorrow
Its all in the letter and youll get it in the mail today
I dont mean no western union
Its all in the letter and youll get it in the mail today

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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My So Called Life

Ever since i saw you
On my so-called life,
I've been writing you these letters
Asking you to be my wife.
But its been almost a year
And still i've gotten no reply,
I'm assuming you have met some other guy.
So i sit in my room,
Watch romeo & juliet
A thousand times.
I wish i was as cool
As leonardo is
But i'm not.
I went on jerry springer
To confess my love to you
You said i didn't have a chance
And there was nothing i could do
You told me i was crazy
And wished that i was dead.
You threw a chair right upside my head
Today i highjacked a plane
I wrote your name across the sky,
Miss clare danes.
But they were waiting on the ground
To take me straight to jail
I'm staring at your pictures
From my lonely little cell
I'm writing you this letter
To let you know i doing well
Until we meet again
You know i'll cry a thousand tears
And i'll see you in another twenty years.

song performed by by Ataris
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It Is Me

He sat in his own world
writing down the stories
that came to his mind.
He never watched time,
for him there
was no time.

He wrote stories of love,
of mystery and suspense.
He wrote of everything
that popped into his head.
He was not a lonely person
as his characters kept him company.

He wrote things
for every writing sphere,
but there was one thing
he could not write
which may come as a surprise
to everyone.

He could not write a letter
no matter how hard he tried.
His mind went completely blank
whenever he tried.
Yet he could write
just about everything else.

He could write songs,
he could write stories at will.
He could write poems
on everything,
but writing a letter
was something he could not do.

Now all who read this
might take it as a joke,
but it is very true
every word I have spoke,
and how would I know that.
The answer is simple it is me.

19 April 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Mystery Remains

Sometimes when I am working
I notice shadows moving
out of the corner of my eye.
Their shapes are assorted,
animal and human,
but when I look around
the shadows are gone.
I know some act as a warning
of some imminent thing to come.
Don’t ask me how I know,
just suffice to say I do.
Throughout my life,
strange and unexplained things
have happen to me.
It is if I’m channelling energy
from some unknown source.

I remember back in the 1960’s
when I was just beginning writing,
I made a friend in London
and we planned to get together
to write some songs.
I received a letter about a week before
I was to go and meet him.
Reading the letter,
he seemed filled with the joys of spring,
but then I thought of a conversation
in which he said he was going
to give up writing all together.
A week later, I had that conversation with him
almost word for word
only for real this time.
To this day, it baffles me
why someone feeling happy
and looked forward to something.
Would a week later want to chuck it all in,
but it really happened that way
and the mystery remains
with me to this very day.

3 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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A Soldier- Dedicated to Nicholas Shelton

There is discipline in A Soldier you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks.
There is courage in A Soldier you can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in A Soldier that he will not compromise.
There is something in A Soldier that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in A Soldier that beats from his heart.
A Soldier isn't a title any man can be hired to do,
A Soldier is the soul of that man buried deep inside of you.
A Soldier's job isn't finished after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week,
A Soldier is always A Soldier even while he sleeps.
A Soldier serves his country first and his life is left behind,
A Soldier has to sacrifice what comes first in a civilian's mind.
If you are civilian - I am saying this to you..... next time you see A Soldier remember what they do.
A Soldier is the reason our land is 'Home of the free',
A Soldier is the one that is brave protecting you and me.
If you are A Soldier - I am saying this to you.....
Thank God for EVERY SOLDIER Thank God for what YOU do!

I thought about you Mr. Shelton, I figured this is the least I could do to thank you my friend.

poem by Caleb Jones
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Dear, Soldier Boy

Dear, Soldier Boy,
How I miss you so.
I think about you everyday,
And when you're coming home.

Dear, Soldier Boy,
I hope you write back soon.
Tomorrow's Sarah's birthday.
Her party starts at noon.

Dear, Soldier Boy,
I love you more each day.
My love for you grows stronger,
The longer you're away.

Dear, Soldier Boy,
I haven't heard from you at all.
Maybe I will get a letter,
By the time of Fall.

Dear, Soldier Boy,
June 15,2008.
They told me you were wounded,
And they got you help too late.

Dear, Soldier Boy,
How I miss you so.
I think about you everyday,
And why you didn't come back home

poem by Jessica Beal
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Kargil Warfare

Words shall never describe
what a soldier is
with a family brave
loosing in wars
all they have
yet smiling to the nation's pride

such is what a soldier is
for when they came with guns and arms
the soldier faced it all
heads held high
for the nation
he was ready to die

such is the sacrifice a soldier makes
and yes!
words shall never describe
what a soldier is

Kargil was the place
this time the fight was for mother land
the soldier could not be held
he marched
without fear
smoke rose high
there on the dusty land
fought the soldier
with no fear of death

he knew beneath
he had to win
and yes he did
his land he saved
but lost many his friends

and we salute
bow our head
for our words shall never describe
what a soldier is.

poem by Areena Arora
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In Love With A Soldier

Loving a soldier is a high price to pay,
loving him truly is hard when he's away.
It's being alone with nothing to hold;
lt's being young, but feeling old;
it's having him whisper his love for you;
it's whispering back that you love him too.
There comes a kiss and a promise for more,
as his plane slowly rises to soar;
reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
while your insides are dying from 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 a far away love in a far away town.
It's going to church to kneel and pray,
and really meaning the things that you say.
Being in love will foster your dreams,
of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.
Days go by, no mail for a spell,
you wait for some word to hear that he's well.
Then a letter arrives, and you've given in,
to open his letter and read it with a grin,
yes, he is well and misses you so,
it's filled with the love you wanted 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?
Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,
loneliness, sadness and despondent years.
Loving a soldier isn't much fun,
but it's worth the price when the battle is won;
and remember he is thinking of you everyday,
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.
It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier

poem by Danielle Elsworth
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The Dear John Letter

The greatest fear of a military man
Wasn’t fighting the enemy on their land.
But a dear john letter from the states
Saying that his girl couldn’t wait.

This makes him less attentive
to what’s going around
That he doesn’t pay attention
To what’s on the ground.
He won’t see that mine
That is laying there, and if he does
He just doesn’t care.

As a soldier in a war zone
You must realize that your not alone.
Your fellow soldiers depend upon you
To help see them through.

You must take care of each other
For they are your sisters and brothers.
They are there when you need a friend
And will be there to the end.

Would you prefer to receive that letter?
Or to find out that she stepped out on you?
It is a decision that is hard to do.

Your life is worth much more than a letter
And once out of the war zone things will be better.
Confide in your fellow soldiers as they confide
In you, and they will help you see it through.

When you get back to the states, then you
Can look her in the eye, and then tell her
It’s goodbye, but until then, take that letter
And tear it apart- the way she tore up your heart.

poem by Louis Rams
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Loving a Soldier

loving a soldier is a high price to pay,

loving him truly is hard when he's away.

it's being alone with nothing to hold;

it's being young, but feeling old;

it's having him whisper his love for you;

it's whispering back that you love him too.

there comes a kiss and a promise for more,

as his plane slowly rises to soar;

reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,

while your insides are dying from wanting him so,

standing alone with your hopes, dreams, and fears.

it's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,

to a far away love in a far away town.

it's going to church to kneel and pray,

and really meaning the things that you say.

being in love will foster your dreams,

of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.

days go by, no mail for a spell,

you wait for some word to hear he is well.

then a letter arrives, and your given in,

to open his letter and read it with a grin.

yes, he is well and he misses you so,

it's filled with the love you wanted 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?

yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,

lonlieness, sadness, and despondent years.

loving a soldier isn't much fun,

but it's worth the price when the battle is won;

and remember he is thinking of you everyday,

he's sad 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.

it's the high price to pay for loving a soldier.

poem by Kriston Mchugh
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Mother’s Cry of Late

Where for art thou, soldier?
Out East? West? –
And when? –
What part your rabid history?
And why? –
What wrought your destiny? –
For whom
You’d wreak your enmity –
I crave your fate to pen!

What comprehension of the
Order? –
‘Listen up! you men!
Raze to ground the taken land!
See they die and e’er you’ll stand, for
Death is but a grain of sand –
The mighty triumph, medal grand!

Now go you well!
Amen! ’

What sight upon the bloody lie
Of war? – your doubtful fate.

‘Where for art thou, soldier? ’ –
Your mother’s cry of late.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Deaf Gunpowder

Come on soldier.
Soldier?
Get off of your battlefield
Let me take you to a place
Where your weapons are sealed.

Come on soldier.
Soldier?
Look me in the eye
Your heart hasn’t chosen to be here
Then why are you here?
Ask yourself why.

Come on soldier.
Soldier?
It’s time to breathe
It’s time to stop fighting for your life,
For something you don’t believe.

Hey soldier?
Soldier?
I do understand
It wasn’t your choice to be here
But you chose not to fight for that;
You chose to fight for someone else.
That is why in life you were not alive
But when you died,
That was when you started to breathe.

Hey soldier?
Soldier?
I know you cannot hear
Because you strived
You are alive
To you death will never come near.

poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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Into The Sun

Rising, setting, been trying to get into the sun, yeah.
Wanting, getting, gonna get more, baby, when Im done.
All my life I had been waiting, then you turn me on.
Now therell be no hesitating, Im getting into the sun.
Growing, knowing, you learn more everyday, yeah.
Needing, succeeding, sun, dont go away.
Things are changing for the better, now Im not afraid.
Ill be writing you a letter, cause I just got paid.
Growing, knowing, you learn more everyday, yeah.
Needing, succeeding, sun, dont go away.
Things are changing for the better, now Im not afraid.
Ill be writing you a letter, cause I just got paid.

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The Wicked Postman

Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,
mother dear?
The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all
wet, and you don't mind it.
Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother
to come home from school.
What has happened to you that you look so strange?
Haven't you got a letter from father today?
I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost
everybody in the town.
Only father's letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the
postman is a wicked man.
But don't be unhappy about that, mother dear.
Tomorrow is market day in the next village. You ask your maid
to buy some pens and papers.
I myself will write all father's letters; you will not find
a single mistake.
I shall write from A right up to K.
But, mother, why do you smile?
You don't believe that I can write as nicely as father does!
But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters
beautifully big.
When I finish my writing do you think I shall be so foolish
as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag?
I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by
letter help you to read my writing.
I know the postman does not like to give you the really nice
letters.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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