Long Sargeant Poems

we sat, my brother and I
leaning against the old wood pannels of the room
the smoke engulfed us like breath
as the threat of violence loomed

his voice was quiet still
passion and regret burned in his eyes
when he...

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The road wore a coat, a thick blanket of snow
Spring had not reached those Tennessee hills
As midnight approached, three Rebs lie in a hole
Near a slope where six brethren were killed

In tattered gray suits and...

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all the stuff going on that motel was heating up but the locksmith didn't speak
Irish too well & besides he got drunk & robbed the wrong merry-go-round anyway...
Sigh
Banal as it might seem, it's not how...

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Squire - a recollection of war
I'm twenty seven years old
Not, old by any standard
But, in my world...I'm seven
Seven years removed from an IED
Seven years away from the day that changed me
Seven years into my new...

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Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt...

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I'm twenty seven years old
Not, old by any standard
But, in my world...I'm seven
Seven years removed from an IED
Seven years away from the day that changed me
Seven years into my new life
We were on a routine...

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Francie folded with the first contraction .Sam had watched her eyes widen as the
amniotic fluid soaked her dress.The contractions began immediately as if a starter pistol had been fired.She could tell this time was not...

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Impossible to kill
ring a bell everytime they save a life
Million dollar man
in the center of hollywood's three perfect lives
the music cheerleads
that i write to bring you to life
a utopia coming to life
don't you know anything

Knocking...

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My father and I in a long time past
played cards at the table and he would pause
to tell me a tale when he was young
as he did so many times before
but the stories would change
as...

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I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much 
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch 
The instructions say if I build it right 
It will make me...

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Burdened by harshness, overcome with grief
The young man pondered, complete disbelief
It was only yesterday, a smile she had brought
Yesterday is gone and now he has naught.

At the hands of another, she was taken too fast
Wet...

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Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this...

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THE SERGEANT MAJOR

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff and harsh;
Horse artillery in a younger day
A shilling a day...

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Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this...

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I'll always remember Granpa Shreeves
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff and harsh;
Horse artillery in a younger day
A shilling a day his rate...

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McGee,  was still a bit shaken
After, what happened at his home last night
A burglar entered his dwelling
Grabbed what he could then took flight

So he made his way down to the station
'Cause he heard the...

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I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
At Eaton Road,where he & Gran dwelt;
A wide thick buckled trouser belt,
No collar,braces & rolledup shirt sleeve.

He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
His old soldier' straight back bent in...

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Descending the hill, they danced to old reels
Most composed with a Southerner's pen
Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed
But the States were united again

Celebration complete, the Rebs left Tennessee
The young soldier said,...

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