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A soldier stationed in Vietnam in 1968 wrote this poem. What does it mean?
Asked By Calvin of China, PhD,Last Answer By KoolBoo At 2009.12,1 Answers

Yes, I the awakened
(March 3, 1968)

As that wondrous song bird lands upon expectations of glee, tears are tumbling like boulders felled by landslides. Her heartbeat blows inward upon a wayward breeze; but the wayward thwarts my bliss like a beguiled serpent. There, the thunder is calling from the distance as marauding darkness is ever closer; slap after slap upon my face are stinging hail stones that are tormenters for this warrior from the far shore.

That blackness spawns tremulous wind-blown protrusions; they are fashioned death arrows. Every barb is of well honed steel, targeting this heart, ruthlessly without worry of the deadliness. As my gazes are past the marauding darkness, the beguiled serpent has serenaded her heart. But hark back at my sadness soul; the wondrous song bird sang melodious accolades, knowing my heart is protected by a golden shield.

A soldier stationed in Vietnam in 1968 wrote this poem. What does it mean?
Asked By Calvin of China, PhD,Last Answer By KoolBoo At 2011.03,1 Answers

Yes, I the awakened
(March 3, 1968)

As that wondrous song bird lands upon expectations of glee, tears are tumbling like boulders felled by landslides. Her heartbeat blows inward upon a wayward breeze; but the wayward thwarts my bliss like a beguiled serpent. There, the thunder is calling from the distance as marauding darkness is ever closer; slap after slap upon my face are stinging hail stones that are tormenters for this warrior from the far shore.

That blackness spawns tremulous wind-blown protrusions; they are fashioned death arrows. Every barb is of well honed steel, targeting this heart, ruthlessly without worry of the deadliness. As my gazes are past the marauding darkness, the beguiled serpent has serenaded her heart. But hark back at my sadness soul; the wondrous song bird sang melodious accolades, knowing my heart is protected by a golden shield.

A soldier stationed in Vietnam in 1968 wrote this poem. What does it mean?
Asked By Calvin of China, PhD,Last Answer By KoolBoo At 2009.12,1 Answers

Yes, I the awakened
(March 3, 1968)

As that wondrous song bird lands upon expectations of glee, tears are tumbling like boulders felled by landslides. Her heartbeat blows inward upon a wayward breeze; but the wayward thwarts my bliss like a beguiled serpent. There, the thunder is calling from the distance as marauding darkness is ever closer; slap after slap upon my face are stinging hail stones that are tormenters for this warrior from the far shore.

That blackness spawns tremulous wind-blown protrusions; they are fashioned death arrows. Every barb is of well honed steel, targeting this heart, ruthlessly without worry of the deadliness. As my gazes are past the marauding darkness, the beguiled serpent has serenaded her heart. But hark back at my sadness soul; the wondrous song bird sang melodious accolades, knowing my heart is protected by a golden shield.

What was the Service Pistol in Vietnam between 1968-1970?
Asked By Alex,Last Answer By Lance T At 2011.05,1 Answers

My dad has shown some recent interest in guns, but commented he would love one like his old service pistol. Alas he has no idea what it was.

I would LOVE to buy him the same gun he used in the military for his birthday.

Can anyone help?

He says he was in the Vietnam Conflict
He was a Helicopter Crew chief in 191 Helicopter between 1968-1970
He also had a small stint as Military Police if that helps.

He said his patch was a Helicopter flying right at you with teeth.

Any help would be awesome.

Thank you

Do you like this poem I wrote?
Asked By ?,Last Answer By KIRKUK At 2011.04,1 Answers

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the ***** streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,

I wrote a poem for my girlfriend, what do you think?
Asked By Armless Joe, Bipedal Foe,Last Answer By suzyQâ„¢ At 2009.12,1 Answers

I stand awake and watch you sleep
I'm happy to be here
The joy I feel, it makes me weep
I'm so glad to have you near

Your open your eyes and look at me
We share a moment of bliss
And then you scream so fearfully
So now things are amiss

You quickly scramble from the bed
Cleaving my heart in two
You start to throw things at my head
Not one or two, a few

A book, it barely misses me
It's followed by a glass
I start to worry, now I see
You're going to kick my ***

I dodge your constant bombardment
A nightstand collection of things
And try to take refuge beneath the bed
Cause I'll lose my life it seems

You come at me armed with a broom
A swat, a poke, a sweep
You send me sliding across the room
And I hit the wall in a heep

And now you tower over me
A slipper in your hand
And as I look at you I see
I could never be your man

So this is it, the hammer falls
It's sad but it is true
And I think, as my guts spray your walls
I hope I stain your shoe...

I wrote a poem for my girlfriend, what do you think?
Asked By Armless Joe, Bipedal Foe,Last Answer By suzyQâ„¢ At 2009.12,1 Answers

I stand awake and watch you sleep
I'm happy to be here
The joy I feel, it makes me weep
I'm so glad to have you near

Your open your eyes and look at me
We share a moment of bliss
And then you scream so fearfully
So now things are amiss

You quickly scramble from the bed
Cleaving my heart in two
You start to throw things at my head
Not one or two, a few

A book, it barely misses me
It's followed by a glass
I start to worry, now I see
You're going to kick my ***

I dodge your constant bombardment
A nightstand collection of things
And try to take refuge beneath the bed
Cause I'll lose my life it seems

You come at me armed with a broom
A swat, a poke, a sweep
You send me sliding across the room
And I hit the wall in a heep

And now you tower over me
A slipper in your hand
And as I look at you I see
I could never be your man

So this is it, the hammer falls
It's sad but it is true
And I think, as my guts spray your walls
I hope I stain your shoe...

I wrote a poem, but am afraid to post it here because someone might not like it. What should I do?
Asked By D-Mag,Last Answer By Mek & the INFINITE Madness At 2009.12,1 Answers

perhaps.....

......you can whisper it....

...to us instead......

A poem I wrote about a closeted gay teen?
Asked By Cormac,Last Answer By crazzijimsmith At 2010.10,1 Answers

I am tired,
Tired in a way that no one else can be,
Because I know that it is not something,
That goes away with aspirin or sleep,
In fact, it just might make it worse.

It’s really hard for people to understand,
Just how it feels,
Not how it looks on the surface,
But the insides,
How it feels to have a burden in your heart,
One that can never go away,

I have known for a long time,
Why,
But the real question is,
Why me?

I know I can never be the same,
That I will never be able to feel,
The ways the others do,
The way the normal ones do.

Because something has changed,
Inside of me,
I don’t know where,
I don’t know when,
And I certainly don’t know why.

I just know that it is,
Whether meant or not meant to be.

I am hollow inside,
Such a hard exterior,
And yet so empty inside,
I am a void,
A well,
An empty bucket,
An abyss,
And I know,
And have known for a long time,
That it will never be filled.

I found another poem in Dunedin plaza. Who wrote this?
Asked By Evan Silao,Last Answer By ķăĸĀĦųąŦįŧő ♥FTGâ At 2011.03,1 Answers

I'm right behind you. Don't turn around babe. Close your eyes. Shout your tender lips. Behind you there is no past. Is just me taking care of you.

The Wind brings me your scent, the lovely perfume of your bright skin. I'm thirsty of your life, no poison no sugar, nothing can harm, nothing can nourish as your soul and your body and you know it.

I'm behind you, about a second away of taking your life for me, a second of drinking everything from your soul and body, your blowsd, your tears, the tiny sparkling shine of your beautiful eyes.

I'm behind you, a second away of taking you in my arms and giving you the warm hug you need my love, my sweet, tender love.

Make sure not to open your eyes. Make sure no to release my embrace, make sure that I breath your breath, because I can die again without you.

This is for you Lil'peanut, my girl.

Not a poem, but a story my daughter wrote, want to read?
Asked By johnny trash,Last Answer By catz At 2009.12,1 Answers

''change''
it was my tenth birthday and i was so excited. all of a sudden the phone rang, it was my Papa telling my Mom that Grandma had died. when i heard the news my heart felt like it was going to stop at that very moment. this has made a very big change in my life. now i can't visit her house on Saturdays. i can't call her and tell her how my day was.and she also missed my tenth birthday. this means no more baking cookies with her. but every night when i pray i can tell her goodnight. i will always have the feeling that she is watching over me. i feel kind of happy because i know her suffering has ended. the most important thing is that i know when i go to Heaven she will be waiting for me with open arms

I'm 18--Tell me what you think about this poem i wrote about spending Xmas without a loved one...be hones
Asked By pet_lova,Last Answer By .Just Be. ♥ At 2009.12,1 Answers

Hey, like the title says, this poem is about spending christmas without a loved one.
It's written for the soldiers in Iraq or in various parts of our country who are fighting for our freedom, and can't make it home for the holidays. And it also is for the families of the soldiers, who are minus a member of the family for Christmas.
It can also be for a family who has had someone close to them pass away.
It doesn't matter if it's the first Christmas without them, or the 30th. It still hurts. Personally, i wrote this for my brother who passed away 2 years ago.

Let me know what you think of this:

I'm 18--Tell me what you think about this poem i wrote about spending Xmas without a loved one...be hones
Asked By pet_lova,Last Answer By .Just Be. ♥ At 2009.12,1 Answers

Hey, like the title says, this poem is about spending christmas without a loved one.
It's written for the soldiers in Iraq or in various parts of our country who are fighting for our freedom, and can't make it home for the holidays. And it also is for the families of the soldiers, who are minus a member of the family for Christmas.
It can also be for a family who has had someone close to them pass away.
It doesn't matter if it's the first Christmas without them, or the 30th. It still hurts. Personally, i wrote this for my brother who passed away 2 years ago.

Let me know what you think of this:

I wrote a poem, It's called "God, why didn't you remind me to pay my Visa bill?"?
Asked By 8 Track Mind,Last Answer By ozinnz At 2009.12,1 Answers

But, they're here to repo my computer , so I won't be able to add any words just yet. So , could you please add the words of your choosing at your discretion for me, please?

I wrote a poem, It's called "God, why didn't you remind me to pay my Visa bill?"?
Asked By 8 Track Mind,Last Answer By ozinnz At 2011.03,1 Answers

But, they're here to repo my computer , so I won't be able to add any words just yet. So , could you please add the words of your choosing at your discretion for me, please?

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