Matters of the heart no one can comprehend
A desperate attempt to find love
Hopes brutally slain in the mist of compromise
In 1939, in the sky flies a dove
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The country, sigil, banner was Gold Coast
Soldiers scattering around, it was world war
John, on the front line with his comrades toast
He was searching for a way to send a message before roar
The roar of motivation sweeps the field
Ideals and loyalties being put to the test
Some run in an attempt to escape to the Goldfield
They never made it far enough before put to rest
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Men fly by, John crabs one; I may die today
Her name Mercy, my heartbeat, relay my love to her
If I die, I die to only meet her again one day
Give this to her; soldiers of gold their lives prefer
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This strikes me as I always wish I was around during the world war times....
Whenever I watch a movie of that sort, I yearn to be around.... Nice piece, its got strong words too
Thanks man. Those times inspired greatness in most men but came at the expense of lives. Sometimes, I wish I was born then but I'm grateful I am alive now. Thanks for the read
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Well, we're into the second quarter of the challenge. I'm so glad to be able to read your poems. I like what you did with proper names and numerical time in this piece to make it jump out and have more energy. Your poems always have an extra spark.
Thanks, feels great to write. Feels even better to read others pieces
Interesting
Thanks for the read and comment
great post bro ......you have wet my appetite for army
It's not all rosy, remember that. Thanks for stopping by
Such a great poem...😘 and great pictures to match.
Thanks man. Looking forward to reading yours