By deepwater
| Author Notes | For all the souls lost on Both sides 1914-1918 lost but we will remember |
By deepwater
| Author Notes | for the seaman revised for book |
By deepwater
Fields of stone,
I pray for guidance in this storm
Knowing this wind will blow me on
A few more hugs, A few more drinks
My wife, I leave to watch the kids
I have to go; it's come that time
But precious memories will remain
This place evermore will stay the same
So take hold of God his anchor firm
As He controls all life and storms
He alone forgives our sins
And He returns us to our kin
Or leaves us lie in fields far away
So just believe and hold to faith
For you may see Him on this day
Fields of stone remember us all
we are the ones who made the call
As fields of stone remember the past
The names of the fallen will always last
By deepwater
| Author Notes | The photo is from my home land in Jersey CI of the northsea |
By deepwater
Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest,
Far from the comforts and well-lit avenues of life,
Only to bet your soul against the human unknown,
Seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends,
To experience lust, love, anger, tears and pain
Only to survive to see another moonlit night alone,
Then will you be at peace with yourself
And to be able to say, I am my best friend,
As I look down the farthest side of my life with age,
Fulfilled and understanding in all, and truly content
to have lived a life that was of my own choice
GW
| Author Notes | HMS Tiptoe 1938-1965 T Class Sub, |
By deepwater
Here we sleep in death unbetrayed but honored in name
so for you of little faith and governing powers can keep that peace
for which we few paid the ultimate price only a soldier can give
In time our children shall come to understand when and how our fate
was changed by the hand of mankind
only then can you measure our worth and resolve against the actions
we did indeed undertake for the name of liberty,
Dare we call from beneath this cross of stone,
always reminding you of the confusion from history
what lessons have you learned,,,,,,,,
will you repeat the past mistakes of your ancestors
who walked on this world before,
Can we rest from the toils of battle at peace,with the understanding
that history will show the distinguished who have fallen
will live on in the hearts and actions of men who remember the injustice from their past
Or will you fall victim to events we ignored,,,,,,,,
GW
| Author Notes | as i write this free writing poem i look back to the old style not at the norm, |
By deepwater
"COWBOY UP"
I think about this term, and what it's all about?
Well it's reaching deep inside yourself when the wife has turned you out.
It's getting' bucked off every bull that you've ever rode or seen;
Going hungry, and telling yourself "I'm not starving', I'm just lean"
"COWBOY UP"
It's watching as your friends go to the county fair;
and staying behind, cuz the fence and barn is in need of repair.
It's knowing what's wrong, and doing what's right;
though it means, you're going home alone tonight.
"COWBOY UP"
It's what makes a cowboy tell it straight;
its being in pain, and calling your gate.
It's having nothing, yet having it all;
it's brushing off the dust and knowing how to fall
"COWBOY UP"
It's a spirit tried and true;
like a guardian angel, it'll see you through.
So when you're down and things look rough;
Look deep within yourself, and.
"Cowboy up"
By deepwater
Riding to forget,
As this cowboy rides his ranch land, all his troubles disappear,
Issues lay before him are roping and cutting steers,
Fences in the lowlands and the well thats come up dry,
Time for that in the morning as this day is running by,
Four o'clock next morning as he saddled up his mount.
The status of his marriage was so very much in doubt,
She's leaving for another, he heard her on the phone,
This cowboys heart was broken as he rides out in the storm,
He feed's the steers by daybreak and rides the fence line around,
Only stopping to repair the sections that was down,
Some steers stand and watch him, and some just walk away,
Lifes story is unfolding in this field so far away,
People are like critters, just come and go each day,
Some stay around forever, and some leave that very next day,
This cowboy is a simple man, known for horses, steers and land,
But the working mind of that woman is hard to understand,
He rides and thinks back over, the days of sweat and forlorn,
Knowing, Coffee and friends are waiting to help him through this storm,
This cowboy is a lonely man; his life is hard but fair
She never would forgive him for bringing her out there.
GW
By deepwater
"Fleeting memories"
As I awake this fine morning, a new day of my life,
With fleeting memories of this woman, so warm by my side,
she lays there still sleeping, this angel so in peace,
The passion of last evening, our souls we did release,
Her kiss's of perfection, reflected of red wine,
All boundaries removed, as our bodies intertwined,
Father Time was forgiving as we floated out to space,
Memories from that moment, lay so perfect in this place,
We live our lives so guarded to the things you must put right,
The speed of which goes on and on till it's time for us to die,
So reflect on the moment's that came into your life
The memories of perfection from the wonders of last night,
GW
By deepwater
Aspirations
Voices shall call us from the dark
Will this soul of a man be judged by the heart of his partner?
If true, what outcome can benefit from this finding?
Would he stand as stone on principles
Or bend to the ever moving passage of age
With conviction to the aspirations of what can be achieved
Only to show true emotions with understanding to what is at hand
Or live under the premise of whatever happens he will continue his journey
With the conflict of never finding peace,
GW
By deepwater
Your turn with the Soap
Your life in time revolves around the words that are not spoken.
From day to day you think, then say of things expected.
Only feeding from the comments, of this conversation at hand,
Not knowing where it's leading, like a duck paddling from land.
How would you answer, no with yes? And regret the lie to please?
White lies, Big lies, Small lies, Untrue, where will this all lead?
Soap was the punishment for children, to wash away their lies,
What is it for adults, to wash away tears and pain we hide?
We live our lives so guarded to please our partners wish,
Are we completely true, when living with all their whims?
Do we hide the worry and stress not having the perfect day,
Forever saying it's going to be ok, but leaving words unspoken.
Or is it best to face that question on another time or day,
We are told ,we are all Gods' children, is that a lie or true?
Remember when asked the question, what will you do?
GW
By deepwater
The promise given
Fulfillment lies with faith and sacrifice within.
The heart, can be given, a new eclipse in life, but is lost with discontent.
The mind, wins with strength of truth, or loses with judgments and lies.
The soul, the ellusive butterfly so frail without the heart and mind,
The temple, your body is given freely in love, or taken in whim or revenge.
The eyes, the inner window giving lightness to the spirit, or darkness and doom,
The hands, earthly importance helps to carry your compassion in life,
The legs, give the strength to move on the path set by your forefathers,
The feet, you stand like an oak, holding the promise of your commitments
GW
By deepwater
old cowboys
The end of this relationship was somewhat sad and cold
What made it end so sudden was, the cowboy just got old
She was younger by a decade her life was riding high
The cowboy liked his ranchland life and had to pick a side
The trials and tribulations that make us who we are
The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far
The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day
The love from that woman, he lost along the way
Rich houses and the finer side was not what he had planned
Between the working days and late, late nights her life,so insane
Both tried to close that gap in life but came from different worlds
A logical man his simple life, the ranch was all he had
The trials and tribulations that make us who we are
The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far
The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day
The love from that woman, he lost along the way
By deepwater
Over the Top 1914 Eastern Front
Our dead will mock the searing heat
my wounds will blister black,
You tell us that our strength was sold
to help win your country back,
What evil times has carnage chosen
for judgment on this land,
With scorn and tears we greet him here
ready to make our stand,
Fix bayonets went the battle cry
As whistles pitched the sky,
Thoughts of love were left behind,
As we prepare to die
gw
| Author Notes | W.W 1 1914-1918 Europe |
By deepwater
Dear old Gram,
A prisoner of war she learned to endure
The heartaches and tyrannies of man
Slaves kept on hand, injustice occupied her land
She lived through this time for us all.
Defending the meek and supporting the weak
From the darkest of internment and toil
The morning did come with a risen sun
And a new wind blew over her land
So we laid her to rest, and with tears all did say, we miss you
Dear old Gram.
| Author Notes | My gram lived in Jersey, Channel Islands from 1939 to 1945 with the Germany Invasion of Europe |
By deepwater
"This fellow's on the Square"
When I die I would not wish a lengthy epitaph
I do not wish a headstone large
Carved with fulsome chaff
Pick out no single deed of mine
If such a deed there be
To grave upon my monument
For those who come to see
Just this one phrase of all I choose
To show my life was fair
Here sleeps now a fellow who was always on the Square
By deepwater
The faith of love blooms high this day
As Birds on wing do hail
| Author Notes | Jersey 1946,my mother meeting up with my father after VE day plus 1 year |
By deepwater
Old soldiers never die
We fade away till the next generation is called upon for duty
As we look down the farthest side of our forsaken lives
With the understanding in all, that our service was a choice we made
Knowing we would always go a little further than requested
Crossing heaven or earth to defend our families and country
We are brothers in arms
| Author Notes | men and woman die in combat in the real world so we must not forget them, |
By deepwater
Her life she must endure
Loneliness is a hard time some cowgirls must endure
Her man's away for weeks on end and leaves her to the chores
Her life revolves around dates and times, hair and nails and more
Kids to school, basketball and taxies to the store
Her life has changed from days of old when there was just the two
How sweet it was to think of things he promised they would do
Her cowgirl ways of pearls and lace replaced with the Wal-Mart store
Her fancy ways long gone with age,
Her life she must endure
By deepwater
Now comes the time to lay me down, on this cold October morn_
Memories of life which I have lived with all the discomforts, some glory
Regrets from the past did set my road, which I was made to follow
Never knowing my quest or what lies ahead as I walk this avenue, some sorrow
History will tell of great men who fell, but what of us that did follow?
My world a dream, the life I've seen; never knowing if there was a morrow
As I lay here at rest, did my life pass the test? set by my father before?
Regrets, I have some, did it change the outcome, to what was so expected
My family I leave, with examples to lead, or given advice as to follow
But now comes the time, to lay me down; on this cold October morn_
GW.
| Author Notes | rewrite for the book |
By deepwater
To all unwritten things
that are passed by voice throughout the evolution of time
never to be written in books or carved on stone
will this generation pass the secrets of our forefathers forward
to be carried over to their sons?
GW
By deepwater
Six thousand soldiers, we march through the night
cold winds and rain, keeping the next man in sight
hitting the wire, shells bursting red glare
praying to God that I’m going to make it there
charge for the tree line, friends falling away
digging a mud hole, will this be my grave
screams all around me, dare I look to see who
sergeant is calling, telling us to keep true
firing ahead as I run so afraid,
time has stopped ticking as I fall with great pain
slow is the battle as I drift far away
buddy beside me saying you'll be okay
waiting for medics, to carry me away
only two hundred soldiers made it up there this day.
| Author Notes |
In a quiet corner of a French field lies the remains of over 6000 World War 1 Soldiers, stripped of their identity tags these mass graves are evidence of a very little documented slaughter. The soldier?s deeds gone, forgotten, they fell in their thousands - now nine decades after the First World War the bodies of hundreds of British and Australian war dead are to be recovered from a mass grave in northern France. This poem is for them the forgotten soldiers of World War 1.
|
By deepwater
Sierra Alpha Sierra soldiers Carry equipment that would kill the average man
its a minimum 80 pound backpacks plus weapons and radios
On a bad day you can travel 10 miles in 2 hours with full equipment
Most learn to sleep on the walk or for 5 of the 10 minutes each 2 hour stop
50 to 100 miles per 24 hours may be required to reach the designated target
Restrooms are holes you dig in the ground within sight of your buddy
The food you eat was made sometime in the last war if you’re lucky
Your training was brutal, fact 75 % have dropped out or were injured
Now the morning comes that you make the grade and see what you become
Your first mission, 6 men to a team 10,000 miles from home, no support
G2 intelligence tells you all is A-OK for a go so you observe the situation
12, 24, 36, hours pass under cover whatever it takes to know your terrain
Operate at night hide during the day hoping there’s no infra-red in the area
O-hour now is the time to infiltrate the enemy, moving as one, no noise,
No sounds till the click then the ear piercing blast and flash from a trip-mine
Soldier One has hit a trip wire killing two of your team the game's over
Now time for all the blood and tears from your training program to kick in
Name rank and number is given freely with guns pointing at your head
Naked in a cold wet room hands and feet tied, kicked and beaten half to death
Name, rank and number is given again followed by more beating and kicks
Food and water denied and forget cries for help, you are captive
For the first time you’re on your own, split from the team, survival mode
No sleep but more beatings no food, water just beatings, you think of home
One of the team is picked out; you face him as he is shot in the back of the head
You are told to talk or you will be next, name, rank and number is all that comes,
| Author Notes |
The US government wants to put women in as combat soldiers; just think of what would happen to her,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, if she was with this team,
|
By deepwater
The Elusive butterfly
Ethical, Integrity, Accountability, Compassion, Sorrow
Words in your demented world which are foreign to your soul
Alas the terrors of being committed to one as you flying so high
All drawn from the heavens or hell with words that you speak in grace
In sickness or heath, till death does part, are all for treasure-troves you may enjoy
Your mind so complex, death by hate with no aspirations for love of God
You build hope then bring fresh terror with fears to heap upon all mankind
Elusive butterfly drawn to sugar only to dance at the devil's fire by night
Through laborious years you glide so high only to attack these bases of life
With well-weighted advantage you strike to destroy the foundation of faith we imply
What joy do you bring to this earthy world as flying your true colors will corrupt new life?
Elusive butterfly the dawn of your life ends as winter is coming mankind will survive
You sleep for eternity only to find fresh victims and strike as the new winds arise
Elusive butterfly.
GW,
By deepwater
As I wander through time and space
Looking back at what we had,
All the little things you would say and do
Made me happy, not so sad
I think of both from time to time,
Knowing we’ll be together again some day,
Remembering little things in life
We cherished along the way,
Dear Mom and Gram I miss you dear
But see you in my dreams
When stars at night do whisper your names
My heart still carries a tear,
By deepwater
The things you've seen the life you survived
How history has rushed on through.
The lessons you learned this world that has changed
Did this make it better for you?
You’ve lived the life of a sailor around the world you did sail
From ship to ship,and port to port as wars just come and go
You fight for God and Country that flag that flies so high
So isolated from your family as you sail beyond the sky
looking at this ocean and wondering why you're here
The smell, the rage, the power, the tears
That keeps drawing you back each year
What of life on the main land after 30 years out here?
You make a boat, console your life and go back to sailing the sea.
| Author Notes | My Father Royal Navy 1934 ( 1918 - 2007) RIP Dad |
By deepwater
With age,
What’s left but the children?
Their hopes, dreams and welfare,
A road forward to navigate,
No consequence to race or color,
Governments revert…… lesson.
Watch your children play.
Leave them to study history,
We continue to make the same mistakes,
Learn from evolution.
Let the children play…. And watch.
Leave us our hopes and dreams,
With age.
By deepwater
Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest,
Far from the comforts and well-lit avenues of life,
Only to bet your soul against the human unknown,
Seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends,
To experience lust, love, anger, tears and pain
Only to survive to see another moonlit night alone,
Then will you be at peace with yourself
And to be able to say, I am my best friend,
As you look down the farthest side of your life with age,
Fulfilled and understanding in all, and truly content
to have lived a life that was of your own choice
By deepwater
Sadness is, the wish that you never achieve
Alone in the darkness, with dreams of reprieve
Too lazy to do what's within your own reach
But criticize others, on their fight to succeed
You have it within you, to reach and fly high
So remove your defenses, go reach for the sky
Go forward with gusto, show life what you are
The phoenix that rises, now claim your new start
Reach out for the hands that will pull you up high
Remember the past on this new path you fly
Real friends will stay, locked deep in your heart
So always remember the place that you start
GW
By deepwater
The faith of love blooms high this day As Birds on wing do hail
By deepwater
| Author Notes | Lest We Forget free style |
By deepwater
The twilight of History and Age.
A sea of dreams as fog rolls in on the twilight of history and age,
Reflections in time, as we hold memories from travel our souls have engaged,
What is to come with this passing of years, the distress of evolution on man?
Who will surrender to desires from governing powers for our forgotten and aged.
Can we now withdraw leaving you to explore the foreign but new roads of life,
How will we stand, lead us by hand as the days grow dimmer and cold.
This generation is yours, the past we endured to bring you up to this day.
But determined,we each have our travels through the vistas of life,
if our paths should perchance meet, well, perhaps we may travel together for a time...
GW
By deepwater
So soft and smooth your hands touch mine,
Your voice with tremors of love,
Your eyes invite with reflection of dare,
Two sprites, so intertwined,
What more can be; this dark eyed girl,
this woman by my side?
She’s more than any old man would dream,
to have, as his bride.
The spring of all summers came to be,
when both agreed to wed,
And love was high for near a year,
till others turned her head,
The friends, the parties and money spent,
fine jewelry, clothing and wine,
Her weekends away, he stayed at home,
only working to survive,
What more to take, his heart was lost,
this dark eyed girl now gone.
He sits at home and blames himself
for the things he wished he'd done,
We never learn when dark eyed girls
come looking on the prowl but,
looking back to Adam and Eve- the apple;
man did always fail.
GW..
By deepwater
A phrase that stands for much.
Have pride In what you do,
In meaning, that what you have you've earned;
and that you've tried your best,
And when you sleep, matters not whether you're free
Or what your task may be,
One duty there remains for him:
One duty stands for me.
Be you a soldier skilled and wise,
A laborer upon the street,
An artist on the stage,
A Sailor on the sea,
All glory still awaits for you,
One honor that is fair,
Here's a phrase that stands for much,
A friend who stands there,
It means that men have confidence, when sleeping at night
untroubled he may rest.
As your friend stands next to you,
Will shelter his one friend
the one that he knows best.
GW.
| Author Notes |
a phrase that stands for much;
|
By deepwater
Tears
Tears from the old man that just lost his wife
Tears from the young girl, who feared of her life
Tears from the small boy, his puppy was gone
Tears from my father to see us live on
Tears from the young wife the day she was wed
Tears from the mother, her soldier lay dead
Tears from the Heavens as angels look on
Tears make us human God's gift to us all,
GW
By deepwater
By deepwater
| Author Notes | Summer Fun |
By deepwater
| Author Notes | Revised for the Book |
By deepwater
The end of this relationship was somewhat sad and cold
What made it end so sudden was, the cowboy just got old
She was younger by a decade, her life was riding high
The cowboy loved his ranchland life and had to pick a side
The trials and tribulations that make us who we are
The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far
The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day
The loving from that woman he lost along the way
Rich houses and the finerside was not what he had planned
Between his late, late nights, her life was somewhat grand
He tried to close that gap in life, both came from different worlds
A logical man his simple life, the ranch was all he yearned
The trials and tribulations that make us who we are
The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far
The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day
The loving from that woman he lost along the way
He lives his life so guarded as darkness turns to gray
Still overseeing that ranchland, he rides it everyday
His heart so full with memories, the woman she has gone
With heartaches this old cowboy will keep on riding on
The trials and tribulations that make us who we are
The teaching from our fathers that carry us this far
The heartaches we must carry to make it day by day
The loving from that woman he lost along the way
GW
| Author Notes | Just a simple free verse for fun |
By deepwater
The last look at perfection through tired eyes of pure mortals,
Will we awake to see the rising of the sun or sleep for eternity?
GW
| Author Notes | we all are in Gods Hands |
By deepwater
By deepwater
Combat soldier
21A, 21A, this is starlight tango time.
00:00 on a cold damp September morning.
Rain and fog was on the ground.
A five man team made ready.
Orders, patrol and guard this war torn town.
Checking out equipment, rifles, ammunition.
Rubber bullets tear gas grenades and Kevlar vests.
Gas up the armored jeep, remove the hardtop.
Make call sign 22A to starlight, radio check.
We joke and smoke the last cigarette.
Time for us to move again.
Departing the base camp 7.62's locked and loaded.
No lights in this fog.
Heading for downtown Belfast.
Call starlight, 21A radio check.
Back roads there's no one in sight.
Hair on the back of my neck tells me someone is watching.
All moves are monitored by the IRA in this town.
Setup the jeep and barriers to block the road.
People and traffic starts to move again, daylight is coming fast.
We joke about bombs and sniper shots that
Always turn atheist back into God-fearing men.
Tension rising as radio calls burst out for help.
One of the teams is in a firefight and needs help.
Bugging out from this location call sign 22A.
Can be there in 3 mikes.
Starlight gives the go-ahead and luck.
Blue lights flashing no stopping racing to the scene.
Fingers on the safety's, call sign 22A on location.
21B is pinned and one man down.
Units from the groups turn up to help.
Helicopters with night lights fly high.
Men on rooftops disappear like ghosts.
All is deathly quiet in this town.
Radio calls return to scheduled duties.
Just one more night in Belfast.
GW
By deepwater
If no pride was taken in the achievements
Of our ancestors,
Will your achievements be worthy
To be remembered by your descendants?
gw
By deepwater
In courage I was first to face that truth,
The things we had, now gone,
Cold was her heart for the man she had loved,
Set, ready, move on,
We played that game for friends or fame
Knowing the end was close, if not gone,
'gw'
By deepwater
A beacon of salvation for returning souls,
Be soldier, sailor, Airman, or Marine,
sighted you fill the joy of accomplishment,
Knowing you journey is completed,
you're home.
gw
| Author Notes |
The white cliffs of Dover was the beacon landmark
To all services man returning after WW11 |
By deepwater
Dark is the moon as we lay so embraced,
Glimmering stars reflect tears on your face,
Silk was the touch; your hand brushed on mine,
Whispers from heaven, so near is the time,
Reflect on this life, the tears and the joy,
The heart of this soldier, it's time to deploy,
Slow was the breath as I wait on God's grace,
Six of my brothers carry me forward, my resting place,
The eerie whine of this bugle, taps pierces the sky,
The flag now is lowered to complete my deploy.
gw
By deepwater
| Author Notes | For Pam |
By deepwater
As we reflect on the years, now gone by,
Is there wisdom, for us to survive?
Heed of direction, to things that were planned,
Discarded vows, for greener promised lands,
Distrust and heartache, are things we live through,
What of the mind games, the trials, the truths?
Values of honor, scarred deep on my heart,
My trust is the nightmare, that played us a-part,
Now I contemplate on life's new surprise,
What is to happen, can you surmise?
gw
By deepwater
By deepwater
By deepwater
| Author Notes |
For Edith Dalling and her daughter Phyllis, Both spent much of the blitz in London finding shelter in a cupboard under the stairs, and live to tell
lest we forget. |
By deepwater
| Author Notes | just for fun |
By deepwater
By deepwater
There comes a time when you just have to walk away from the hurt and drama placed on your soul by people who would cast you aside with the first change of weather.
We try to surround ourselves with people with integrity, flexibility and ethics, friends that make you laugh and focus on life, but if you fall will always hold out a hand to help you back up,
Falling is part of life and trust is the basis of all real friendship, we enter this world alone with no illusion of what is to come.
We die with the understanding of wisdom needed to survive, the in-between is the dying art of compassion with flexibility and accountability to others that cross your path between the parts of life we know as birth and death.
GW.
| Author Notes | The Break-up and lose in life |
By deepwater
By deepwater
| Author Notes |
On both sides in 1915 there would be more dead on any single day than yards gained in the entire year. And there would be nearly four more years of attrition - not to determine who was right, but who was left.
For Percy Dalling fell on the field at Ypres 1915 lost but always remembered age 17 |
By deepwater
By deepwater
DEAR LORD,
THIS YEAR YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTOR, PATRICK SWAYZIE. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTRESS, FARAH FAWCETT. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE SINGER, MICHAEL JACKSON. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE PRESIDENT IS BARACK OBAMA. AMEN.
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