Courage, sacrifice, and getting the job done…
The Killing Shot
He shoved the bad guy
Deflecting the killing shot
Job done. As he died…
-gl-
A tribute to a best friend I never met…
From – A Warrior’s Tears: Poems Of Pain – (aWIP)
Heroism should be celebrated. Pass it on…
Contemplating fear and courage…
The Way You Act
When panic is near
Courage is the way you act
NOT, feeling no fear
-gl-
From – A Warrior’s Battles: Poems of Struggle – (aWIP)
Have you been there? Tell us about it…
Contemplating fear and being alive…
Never More Alive
Adrenalin’s breath
Never more alive than now
Nearly scared to death
-gl-
From – A Warrior’s Battles: Poems of Struggle – (aWIP)
Share your story and maybe I can write a piece on that…
Contemplating honor and service…
Honored
Fighting for the weak
Honored to protect and serve
It is Police Week
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A tribute to all those that fight for others…
Please share…
Contemplating the mob…
The Brave Can
In all the clamor
Only the brave can muster
The will for manners
-gl-
From – Straight Thru the Curves: A Book of Haiku
Have you seen this? Have you been there? Tell us about it…
Contemplating foolishness and epiphany…
Waking From
As if from a dream
Waking from ego’s folly
Once again redeemed
-gl-
From – Straight Thru the Curves: A Book of Haiku – (aWIP)
Ring any bells? Let us know what you think…
Contemplating loss…
About Justice
A baby passes
I wonder about justice
And the randomness of how the fates will press
Themselves in upon the quiet lives of the masses
These are not questions
That will bear any good fruit
Only descending into dark depression
Or maybe worse spiraling off into delusion
Chosen for higher pursuit
Is a temptation
Dangerous clashes
Driven by those called to test
The limits of fate then forgetting about justice
No, it is just sad when a baby passes
-gl-
From – A Warrior’s Battles: Poems of Struggle – (aWIP)
Contemplating reality and our role in it…
Truths Streaming
Our realities ponder
The training
Is that backwards? Which way are the truths streaming?
These some of the strange paths upon which my thoughts wander
We create
Ourselves thru the drills
And we are what happens on the other side
Or is it the other way round that decides?
The training develops itself thru us when it fills
Us with trained reactions that do not abate
Over time and leagues yonder
Is that backwards? Which way are the truths streaming?
Or is it reality’s simply feigning?
I wonder
-gl-
Contemplating freedom, and not…
Our Shores
Freedom rings
And not just a phrase
While less than perfect these days
This country of ours is still the one that brings
To its shores
Those suffering oppression
For all around the world they still venture here
When it is for their lives and for their hopes that they fear
For refugees the premier destination
Is our shores
Despite whatever fears the media flings
About our liberties in decay
Those without come here to stay
Yes, freedom still rings
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Contemplating fate and the wonder of being left alive…
Excerpted from – One Of Them Should Be Dead
… Drawn down. “Kill me,” she pled
Shotgun jerked. With fear eyes went wide
One of them surely should have died
Leaving the walk stained red
Just luck no round chambered
Held his fire, when he should have shot
Twelve gauge aimed at him and its trigger pulled …
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From – A Warrior’s Battles: Poems of Struggle – (aWIP)