had time to type some more of my uplifting thoughts typed up so here you go my friends

14th light Inf

The whistle rings out
The barrage begins
A creeping wall of screaming death
Over the top they climb
Into the maelstrom, they cast themselves
Putrid mud and festered pools
Twisted and tormented stumps of shattered forest
Now long over grown with wire and barbs
There to rip and hold them in there steady pace
Out of the smoke and ash they emerge
A solid line of hero’s
A field of tall wheat ready to be cut
To the man they fall upon the sodden earth
Bodies broken and sunk
The foul hail’s work done

Partners in life

Together through this life we walk
Upon the highways
Hand in hand, our souls are joined
This bond we forged, bound with rings of gold
Now and forever,
Through light and the darkness
I am yours to have and to hold
For you are my wife and you have my life

Brothers and sisters

They beat my brother today
With fists and boots they struck
To jeers and the applause of the cankerous mob
I stood and watched transfixed
Listing to there chant
“Get out, go home” they scream
How is that to be for he is home?
Is he not there brother as he is mine?
We are kin, of different mould and custom
But together we have fought
Side by side against tyranny and oppression
Once all were brothers in arms but now they turn
Strike there brother down
In the name of there homeland
The nation built on the greatness of all her people
Not merely those whom lingered longest
For brothers and sisters all are we

Hope

One can drown in darkness and despair
Suffocate on misery and melancholy
Of all the might upon this earth
Only one power has the strength to break the chains,
To cast open the dungeon of a troubled mind
Hope is that great power of the feeble
To burn away the darkness into light
To give meaning to a meaningless existence
To give the will to carry on
To face and stand in battle against ones demons until the end
In the world of pain and sorrow there is always hope
Some times faint and distant
But ever present by its humble light

Notion of my nation

A once proud mistress
Now neglected and mistreated
Her power and glory dimmed
Her honour masked, by misplaced shame
But deep with here stirs
The power and the zeal still linger
The very sinew of her being
Forged with strength and valour
Still breath and await to do there duty
For although she may have lost her way
There are those who still remember
Those whom dream and pray
Whom yearn to repay there debts
To those whom gladly gave there being to save her grace
While we few still remember and hold the notion of this nation
She may be battered, she be beaten and bruised
But while her being still remains, never shall she lose
For this fair country is our nation

once more i would like to thank you for each and every comment that you all have made :flowers:

More good stuff Skin - "14th Light Inf" struck a chord with me with my interest in military history.

:) More excellent work skin.

I can honestly say that reading your stuff really makes me stop and think.

Thank you once again. :kiss: :kiss:

You are doing a fantastic job skin :clapping:
I prefer your lighter poems from the new ones Partner in Life I find especially touching :wub:

This particular sequence is near word perfect as far as mood and meter are concerned: this is quite extraordinary expression skin2, and really helps blend your theme into the words. :)

:blush:

i am glad that you enjoy my stuff :P


each comment is grealt appresiated

String into action

The words ring true
Striking a cord, giving form to thoughts
One dared not think
A path they show
Escape from this personal purgatory I glimpse
Distant but there
A faint but flickering light
They words take shape
Fuelling the desire to cull the growing discord
To storm the bastions of this prison
To forge a path upon my own

Brother/friend

More than a mere friend
The closet of my kin
In both body and thought I hold u dear
Through trials and tribulations
Dignified glories and deceitful retreats
Together we hold true
For we are the lucky few
Whom through grace and providence
Have found the bond we share
Born of different motherlands
No link of blood bonds us
But you are my friend
You are my brother

A Sister and my friend

A sister born of different stock
To a distant land and foreign stars
A friendship formed from distant shores
Silken threads of compassion and love
Intertwined and woven to form the blanket
That covers and protects one’s self
Loved more than the notion of any friend
A pure and wholesome love
The love of family, a sister she became
And a brother I became