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Veterans Day
This is something that I posted some time ago, and while it is written about WW ll vets, I would like to add that as a veteran myself, I am proud of all those who served, regardless of when and under what circumstance. Thank you vets, and happy Veterans day.
Heroes
called to service
from our great cities
and tiny towns
farmers, carpenters, fathers, and fishermen
at a time, when the risk of dying
held great purpose
and was so clearly defined
off to save the world
and our way of life
these men, boys mostly
walked for months
crawled through unspeakable horror
died in a million awful ways
leaving behind
wives
children
girlfriends
comfort
to march off
and save the world
so few left
they are all very old now
these heroes
they will tell you
they did nothing special
as they saved the world
many returned
limbless
shaken
crippled
yet prideful
respected
and loved
if you meet one
thank him
tell him you know
what he did
and who he is
tell him
he saved the world
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
Two Tree Dreamscape
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
In another life
I loved you desperately
knowing you would leave
Random Haiku
did you ever know
when you broke my heart in two
you freed a lost boy
this thing called aging
sickness waiting in shadows
will strike like a snake
the six million knew
abandoned by any god
died in their own filth
© 2013 Michael Fiveson
Three Haiku Wednesday-Wheels
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
on these very wheels
a buggy took us to town
we let our knees touch
the terrain was rough
disease and sickness prevailed
a wagon train rolled
a lifetime with you
more than any man deserved
hard times were good times
Three Haiku Wednesday-Mushroom
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
found in my backyard
phallic offering from god
I have no interest
next to weeds it grew
like a circumcised missile
sent to destroy earth
hallucinate not
the sixties are here no more
free love gone as well
Three Haiku Wednesday-Pumpkin
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
my sleepy girl rests
her heartbeats are inside me
deep rooted and pure
she loves to lick me
goobered and slobbered with love
sweet kisses I know
her passing will hurt
more of me will die that day
still blessed by our time
Three Haiku Wednesday-Tree House
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
the hours spent laughing
in this wonderful tree house
that you built for me
nobody told me
that one day it would just end
it was my escape
all my friends grew up
somehow I managed not to
stuck in adult skin
3 Haiku Wednesday-Horses
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
I marvel at them
spiritual and graceful
so easy to love
a close look I get
they are trusting but careful
I would hurt me first
their presence is joy
little things that fill me up
harvested moments
3 Haiku Wednesday-Desolation Street
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
You won’t hear children
not on desolation street
no place to play now
the old timers know
but are too tired to care
that their town has died
Just the bar still stands
weary souls and alcohol
how did this happen….
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