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Like a falcon gliding in flight seeking out it's prey
We flew back and forth searching out the enemy below
Swooping down quickly from the thick dark gray clouds

We were dropping leaflets over the Cambodian border
These leaflets would allow the VC to surrender to us
It guaranteed that they would receive good treatment

Suddenly tracer rounds from ground fire ripped past
The enemy below were trying to shoot down our aircraft
Like angry bees these tracer rounds were hunting us

Mesmerized by these tracer rounds graceful dancing
We banked left and right then the pilot dived down
To flee from these machine gun rounds striking us

Outside my window a couple of rounds had hit the wing
The wing tank had been hit and was leaking fuel out
I swear that I heard the angels singing and I prayed

It was like sitting on a time bomb waiting for death
I kept waiting for that big bang or a flash of light
Wondering how big of a hole we'd leave in the ground

It seemed like hours passed before we had touched down
We bounced hard and the pilot switched off everything
So we wouldn't have any sparks to ignite the fuel leak

This time we were extremely lucky and we cheated death
We both had climbed out of the aircraft to get far away
The crash*fire trucks were racing down the runway to us

As they hosed down the aircraft and plugged the leak
I looked over at the pilot and then our aircraft again
I bent down and I kissed the ground and thanked God

I loved flying and I had volunteered many times
But after this flight it suddenly occurred to me
That I could easily get killed in those aircraft

Though none of my flights were required of me there
I use to volunteer to go along as a spotter to fly
It was thrilling to me to get to fly the missions

But my sergeant frowned on my own extra activities
Because it would have cause him to much aggravation
Especially if I'd gotten killed volunteering to fly

´ Terry Sasek * Alwaysawarrior * all rights reserved.

During the times that I had flown as a volunteer crewman
on the small psychological warfare missions as a spotter,
this mission was the very first time that we had been hit
by gound fire from a heavy caliber machine*gun as it was
easy enough to get yourself killed serving in Vietnam on
the ground. But if you had volunteered to go up flying on
the psychological warfare operation missions in the very
small two seat aircraft, you were really trying to push
your fate and you quickly realized that you could easily
be killed up there flying over the Vietnam and Cambodian
border area while serving my tour of duty in Vietnam. So
after this incident which could have easily led to our
deaths, it was my last flight serving as a volunteer air
craft crewman dropping Chu Hoi leaflets along the border.
When I recall those things many of us had done as na´ve
young kids fighting in a man's war over in Vietnam just
trying to prove to our fellow airmen that we were just
as brave and as good as they were and how hard that we'd
tried to prove it to them so we would be accepted by them
as young airmen who could do any assignments given to us
to carry out during our own tours of duty in Vietnam.



Choosing Candidates

I can do anything,
But not all is helpful;
Little joy it will bring,
Since some of it seems dull.

Some things urge me to grow,
As it concerns others;
Because they do not know,
The reason it bothers.

Eat whatever is sold,
Drink whatever tastes good;
Do not what you are told,
Only do what you would.

Earth belongs to the Lord,
It all belongs to Him;
Giving thanks not ignored,
For your spiritual vim.

If pagans invite you,
For dinner at his place;
Make certain you go to,
Before eating say grace.

Eat anything he gives,
Being not a concern;
Observe just how he lives,
And be able to learn.

If it was sacrificed,
Onto another god;
Do not become enticed,
Eating what might be flawed.

You must use your conscience,
On what you pick and choose;
Sometimes needing patience,
If you stumble you lose.

Think of the candidates,
Which one is His servant?
Which one God advocates,
Who would be more fervent.

Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer



Its reported, HE is on a GLIDE path to DEFEAT

Its reported, as they say and distorted by the news, that HE, is on a glide path to DEFEAT
so we will wait, wonder and come to see, just what is meant to be, and what becomes of mr donald trump, the BIGGLY*great, greatest, presidential, hopeful, better than any other, so very successful, with conceit that you could ever, ever, MEET

He *reminds* me *of *a *ferocious *tiger,* so *great ,*Greedy*, so *ferrocious * confident, *courageous*cocky,*arrogant*obnoxious*defiant, *so *brave,* brash,* mighty *, magnificent* and*STRONG
for* with *BIGGLY, *great* confidence, *as *they *feel *so *all *knowing,* almighty, *as *a*BULLY*for *they* can , *say, *and* think, *and* totally *completely,* DO*no *WRONG

So *when *for*HIM*the *very*BIGGLY*FAT*LADY*SINGS
we *will *see *who* is *STUMPED, *DUMPED, *and* TRUMPED, *and *who *SOARS *high* on *the* GREAT* AMERICAN* EAGLES *WINGS

The polls mean very little, and the* AMERICAN *VOTERS* will *DECIDE
NO*more *BEHIND* all *of *HIS*BIGGLY*self*proclaimed*GREATNESS*and*HIS*CLAIM*to*FAME*that*HE*can*just*FIX*EVERYTHING*with*HIS* WEALTH*, GREAT*FAME* *and *GREAT*FORTUNE, *can *this *person, *HIDE

The TRUTH, the whole TRUTH, and nothing but the TRUTH* will *become *REVEALED
when *the *WINNER* of *the *AMErICAN *peoples, *HEARTS*, stands *PRESIDENTIAL*and*GREATER*, behind* the *UNITED* STATES* of *AMERICAS, *PROUD*PRESIDENTIAL*SEAL

A *glide *path *of *DEFEAT
for *not *just *Mr. BIGGLY, *all *GREAT*, and *ALL *A*MIGHTY *HE,* but *for *ALL *of *the *so *GREAT,* so *BRASH*and*BULLY* *ELITES

By john d jungers
24 th of october 2016



Over-done Potato

this is not my town

I am an alien
that moved in long ago

I walk many streets where
no one knows my first name nor last
and never will

they are not interested.
I have become a ghost of sorts
in the glaring daylight

the aging get lost among the sightless youth
worth is calculated in beauty and smoothness
and in not being a nuisance
or in the ability to blend in
and amuse
and be of some Utilitarian purpose

warranty's do expire
when you do not have the necessary appendages of
grandchildren, children, extended family, a house, a career

there's no reason to BE anymore when
you take up valuable space
which can easily be charged so much more for
since you come so cheap

(I don't know you and what has your generation
done for me lately except burden and harden the system?)

ah the days of my youth did once seem sweet
but now seem to be tinged with remorse, a taint of bitterness
did I know the value of all who passed the door of my heart
I thought I did

I thought every one had some measure of worth

I'd have no more of this personal accounting business
the devaluing of souls and the quick knee*jerk turn and
sharp upturn of the nose attitudes

Its time to dispose of you and you and you
(the accusatory fingers of youth point)
you are through
you are an,
an over*done potato.

(chuck her on the trash heap of humanity)

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Youth is wasted solely on the youth and so is charity at times.it is meant
to be spread around generationally for all.
there are youth who are old souls. there are old souls that are perpetually
youthful.forget your bone*headed dichotomized thinking.and open your eyes
everyone has a purpose here. The universe is big and generous enough for all.
Aha, perhaps it is not that the universe is un*generous, but that WE ARE.



Like Medieval Knights

Like medieval knights
Sleeping in the forest
On their quest for the Grail
We are frozen in our armor
Against the demons of anxiety
And night fears—troubled by dreams
The heavy weight of ego seems like
Ancient breast plate to be thrown off
Freeing the soul to fight battles not of flesh
But of spirit whose unknown magic calls us



Hopelessly in love

Hopelessly in love

Long nights of worry, loss of sleep, dreams
Disturbed, I cannot eat. Can't do
The things that I once could, now that I'm
Hopelessly in love

I'm hogtied, dog tired, troubled mind
I'm lovesick, lost and more besides
The doctor said 'You've caught the bug'
'It's left you hopelessly in love'

'There is no cure, not one I know, but
I suggest you tell her so, it may well
Be it seems to me
She's hopelessly in love with thee'

'She cannot sleep, she told me so, came
In about a week ago, she's got it bad
If I'm a judge, I'd say she's
Hopelessly in love'

'You make a pair, to love's disgrace
Can't see what stares you in the face
There's nothing I can do but say
Make love at least three times a day'

©Joseph G Dawson




Temporary enchantment
guilty as charged
laughing factory

Surrender and be caught
hysteria at large
sudden impact

Barely nude
naked and afraid
scratching silence

Resolve and forget
reaction to our action
the flowers have wilted

Tender climate
control and damage
the timing of things

We the people
and they spoke
without a voice

The dandelion screamed
I am alone
and then she blew away

Resurrection alley
and the confetti was colorful
as was this life

In the event of things
there was you
and the mere fantasy

We came to together
to fall apart
divided lines

We will sleep now
the moon will wake
and those ghosts shall watch us

Yesterday is hidden
and we sleep upon its shadows
daylight breaks our dream

Written by,
Abby lynn




~~ DECLAN ~~

Well Declan`s day is over and done
But this little boy is second to none,
He`s cute, he`s funny he is a joy
He is just your typical little boy.

His Graduation was a happy one
Even tho` his nursery days are gone,
Sadly he is growing up ever so fast
But I`m sure he`ll find school to be a blast.

With blonde hair, blue eyes and angelic voice
You just have to love him you have no choice,
He can make you smile with a hug and a kiss
This is something you wouldn`t want to miss.

He has more bumps than any boy I know
He just rubs it better then he`s ready to go,
He does everything with such gusto
How he does it I just don`t know.

Declan you are a bright little star
And I know that in life you will go far,
There`s nothing in life you can`t achieve
As long as in yourself you do believe.

copyright´2016 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170


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