TheUnknoenSoldier

TheUnknoenSoldier

Envy
– painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by
another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage:
“Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit,
hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. Like newborn babies,
crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your
salvation Eye do ENVY the Unknown Soldier there in his unmarked
grave. He is already dancing in Heaven for his Eternity. Having his
own life been given to save his fellow human he is living in luxeury
there no further need of salvation for GOD judges deeds as well as
words.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his
life for his friends. And now these three remain: faith, hope and
love. But the greatest of these is love. Someone
has asked me a foolish question how will eye be buried they wanted
thirty thousand dollars for a hand fashioned casket eye said eye just
would rather have a pine box and be on mye way they said we will give
you a large black trash bag. Eye
do ENVY the Unknown Soldier there in his unmarked grave. Here is what
he might say if he could tell us what he’s done. Let’s
call him Frank. Frank is short for Franklin as in Benjamin as in
Benny and they say Frankie but we will respect the soldier and call
him Frank. Frank was walking once before he rested here inside this
tomb of honor dear. Eye (Frank) I moved to the front of the line when
they started shooting eye stepped in front of the man in the post at
the front he was mye best friend and eye saved his life. I stepped
out of mye fox hole and into a hard metal rain because too many of us
were pinned down that day. I went to the fence ahead of everyone
else and eye set the charge that opened a gate and got hit. I stopped
in the field and stood up in the light of the flare to let others get
nearer the enemy there. I got killed. I was not very religious until
eye died and the LORD JESUS up above said that my actions were nice.
They suffice for as a young boy in the Sunday School class eye had
said Jesus. Then one day in the Army I died. For others to live and
to fight or to live and survive. I am not sure how it works but the
JESUS he loves action not just words deeds of valor will get men
honor with GOD. TO put one’s self in harm’s way for
another is the pathway to GOD and the life of the Unknown Soldier.

IPcaughtme

IPcaughtme

My
job was not hard at the company they were expanding the business eye
could have worked several more decades with them but eye got busted
using the computer at work for reading poetry. Who who would have
guessed that the POET would look up my IP address. And then email the
company. Eye am sorry that eye did not like his poems more only the
first one that eye read was even anything like almost a poem the
second one made me cry and the third made me throw up in the wastecan
at mye side. My namme is not important but ewe may call me LL. This
is the story of mye downfall. Eye was not even on break just smurfing
the c’s on the page and playing with the search engine we have
a vast array of satellites eye was looking for a fight in China when
eye got CharlaX and decided to read his poems. This company was
founded in 1998 when CEO A A.C and a core team of executives
recognized that existing telecommunications providers were failing to
respect the most important factor governing the long-term success of
any business - first-rate customer service. Our offices were so neat
and now eye just look at them from central park where eye have to
sleep. We had real naugahide chairs and even couches in the break
rooms. Now the cheap wine that eye drink gives me headaches. And the
food is mostly veggies. Do not even go there please. Eye lost mye
door key to mye apartment the flies are dangerous even in the winter
time. That poor poet how was he to knoe that when he emailed the
company logo they caught me red handed with the mouse pointed at the
Chinese fight page. CharlaX the poet where ever you aer just please
forgive me.

ED.NOTE.ED:
TO the people at this company you may knoe who you aer please forgive
LL and do not fire him. Or her. Or them. The poems mentioned were
three of mye best ones like unto this one. CharlaX@Poetrypoem.com.
Ed.OUT.ed.

DITTO

DITTO

The
Angel was frowning at the books and asked GOD to come and look. The
Jesus came to look and said nothing seems amiss why are ewe doing
this. There was a fervent Saint he was there every day it seems that
he forgot to Pray on several cold winter mourning’s days. See
there is a longish list of days of prayers each and everyone of them
the same he prays for friends and then for self. God did not answer
quickly then he said in a softened voice and this is WHY eye hear
him. Look again at those days that he has missed. The Angel let out a
GASP of understanding on each and every line written there in GODS
own hand it just said DITTO.

Gravestoned

GraveStoned

When
eye was a lad of years and knee britches has not been invented yet we
wore real cotton diapers and let them fill up with yellowed colors
and trail behind us on the ground near poorer town. You may have seen
the poor people crawling on the ground well eye was one? Of them. Eye
used to get so messed up in head and so depressed eye could not
function near a town at all and so eye walked among them rich
Gravestoned. Eye searched in every old abandoned field in vain for
one that was mye own. The military ones were so important ones once
eye found a cornerstone that had no namme engraved they let me mark
the foot eye was so ubsurdly proud. The Lord above still knoes his
namme and sees mye heart swell with mye little boy pride as eye
placed the marker in the grass where eye thought the end of him
should be. Then eye gave a smart military salute as tears flowed
freely all around. You are not forgotten soldier said the eye. Eye
believe that Private looked down from heaven then and smiled. He may
have said my legs aer so much longer than he guessed and then the
LORD led him away as HE said It is the thought that counts. What a
brave little soldier he is become. Before all the disillusionment of
real real life. When eye played the trumpet at the funeral eye was
paid to play taps but eye was too emotional when the man asked me to
pay the money back it only made it worse and eye was cursed forever
losing interest in mye music. It seems a person must be
professionally inclined to live without a heart to work for mammon
and drink wine and so eye die. Neither artiste nor musician but just
writer sometimes poet when it rhymes. Just drinking coffee and a coke
but never ever liqueur not even any wine or bitters not yet cloaked
nor dressed nor yet GraveStoned.

LittleTiny

LittleTinY

EYE
was try

TO
get the LittleTinY Sparrow

TO
hop over to a tiny piece of bread there

SHE
took the one quite near her there

SHE
flew to dine in solitaire

SHE
came back she was not hopping

She
flew in like a rocket

AS
iff to say where is that bread

Why
have yew hidden it from me

THEN
she took the tiny offering

FLEW
it to the tree placed

SHE
is hiding it from eye

SHE
must prefer it wet to dry

BUT
WAIT it is not raining yet

PERHAPS
twas only eye

AND
mye regret

EYE
did not offer more of bread

TO
LittleTinY Sparrow

Employmenting

Employmenting

The
Inverted Pyramid or Who is working at the Fast Food Places?

Skin
Head is not synonym for Manager and yet the Fast Food in your town is
Managed by a ganger. They live to hurt other people. The man that
cleans your dishes at your favorite restaurant may be a midnight
strangler of young women. 666israel seems to have a job to televise
his death to everyone that cares to watch a man get killed what will
he do will he enter into Hell the next telecast or rise up from the
dead and live to tell us why? Or simply die. What is he doing with
all them Queer three dollar bills will he spend them all at once on a
Giant Bong Pipe hit. What is he putting in that thing? Crack or Crack
Cocaine? Or does he simply drink. A gallon of cheep whiskey will not
let him sleep. Perhaps He is insane and using State Sanctified Drugs.
No one knoes. Except the company he keeps. And his love is she a rose
or is he a BUD. When Little Charlie Manson is released and gets his
work release JOB he may be at Burger King to work off his parole.
Will you go? Into the Drive in Window to get a glimpse of fame that’s
slips between the cracks of law gone mad that saves the evil doer and
kills the snitcher. Just look closer at the people serving you the
next time ewe drive threw is that man behind the counter balding.
With hardware where his ears once were. Does he remind you of a Neo
Nazi? Does that meat and bread and pickle still taste all right to
you? Drive on threw. But check the rules of Government now
implemented and inverted for Employmenting.

TheHelmut

TheHelmut®

A
Private Hice Story

People
are the same in every Army. We US we put stickers all over ours. We
usually put the namme there on the front or on the side; some men
spraypaint the stencil. Some men color the Helmut with the namme of
all the children that they have in crayon. Some men use the masking
tape as letters in a bizarre effort to pristine that Helmut so they
can sell it later for a drink. Some men attaché straps so they
can wear the Helmut in the mudd without it falling off. There is a
million Army stories this is only one. Tommy[GUN] was nerves this was
his first time out He kept asking me Sargeant Hice What? How do we
knoe where we are on that map? In this Hell Hole do we knoe for
certain that is the Enemy out there? Or could it be the British we
aer fighting now? Tommy[GUN] made so much sense it gave me pause; and
into the wind my hand it pawed fore eye reached up and clawed that
wind for eye did not want mye men to die from friendly fire from
friends. No one shot. Again eye mimicked a poor Kitty Kat and clawed
mye hand into the wind the wind was all eye got. Three times that
doofus Tommy[GUN] he grabbed mye precious prize Three times eye
knocked him to the ground the boy backed down eye reduced him to mye
size Stop playing with mye Sargeants Hat said eye was mad and trying
to save lives. He told me he was sorry eye am just nerves is what he
said Twice eye clawed the wind again and no fire it was returned.
This time eye raised mye Helmut on the butt of mye new weapon. A
single round clanged warningly and knocked the Helmut spinningly into
the Head of Tommy[GUN] and knocked him out. It was not long before
the Enemy Soldier Stepped up to our Hell Hole and seeing Tommy[GUN]
asleep he just assumed that he had won: for without mye Helmut on to
let men beside me see mee, eye was camouflaged and quite the shadow
paused. Eye clawed mye hand once more into the wind and then eye shot
him only once. The round went in right threw his hat they don’t
have Helmuts where he is from but only rags eye had saved the life of
Tommy[GUN]. When that BOY woke up he was now a man and he saw what
had happened and occurred to the Enemy man eye let him have that
Helmut then eye gave it back to Tommy[GUN]. You are the Sargeant now
eye laughed and said Lead on oh Sargeant Tommy[GUN] and then eye
paused. He cried. Surprised eye felt a little water in mye own eyes.
This has been A Private Hice Story. The Helmut®.