I wrote this after seeing one of those after-battle scenes in a movie. To me the crows represent the fanatics and profiteers. Hear the murder of crows as they caw sitting in the treesThey circle far up overhead and dine whenever they pleaseGathering by the hundreds they come for an easy mealand send out a chorus that truly sounds evil and unreal.They send out an eerie echo to deliver the beckoning call"Come and join in the feast there's plenty for one and all."You can hear them even over the sad cries of men pain,muffled by their thirst as they pray for some relief and rain.The sound marks the air and echoes around in my headas I lay unable to move and left here among the dead.They tend now to those that can continue with the fightand may get to the rest of us if we can survive the night.Crows do not care about politics and things like borders,not one of them commands the rest barking out orders.Not caring rather the losers or the victors you might benor about the reason for the war between you and me.They just swoop down upon both the dying and deadand start their feast by pecking the eyes from our head.What noble cause did we fight for and give our lifeno more will we suffer now with all the pain and strifelaying here as our dying will surely soon be throughWe fought for what we believe, to our word was trueand the lowly crow who cares for none will still liveno loyalty to grand ideas or honor will they ever give.

Here is the poem of the day. I wrote it talking to a lady about how rude some men can be.You tell me that you want a mate that will love you trueI must now admit that it is something that I already doI see the angel that you are and what is in your heartbut in honesty I must also confess that it just one partI love your humor, compassion, and I love your mindbut if you think about it I am sure that you will findthat while I admire and long for you to give your heartwe both know that it is wrong to deny our animal part.Was it not your beauty that was first to catch my eyethat it impossible to forget you if would ever want to trySo it is only natural that I also want the physical partAm I wrong and being greedy to want it and your heart?I do not mind waiting until you are ready to share allit is not just your exquisite body that I want, after allI want share our live together in each and every wayso that together through life, we will faithfully stay.

It is a sad one for this day, written after having talked to a wonderful lady who has lost her husband. This for Marie and I named it"A soldier's wife's Lament"I found my"Happily Everafter". I found my dream come true.I found out what eternal love means the day I found you.Thought that I had loved before so it took me by surpriseand saw the sun come up each day there in your eyes.The birds all sang much merrier and the world was right,you gave me the stars and moon each and every night.You filled my heart with happiness with the love you giveand woke me from existence and taught me how to live.How can there be a Happily Everafter when people dieand the other one is left here alone to carry on and cry.

I wrote this poem after talking to a lady who had been played, I call it"Sympathy for the Player"I once had myself the most wondrous fantasyno it was not real but it seemed so real to meI dared to dream that you were in love with mebut now what a fool I am is plain for all to see I gave you all I had, it was not enough thoughyou used me for a while and then let me golooking back now I can easily see it was so but living in that fantasy, how was I to know?I know that I will find the right lady for meand loving each other, how blessed we will beBut you will spend you life always on the gonever finding the one that you could love soA pity that you will never know the gift of loveor realize that it can be a gift from up aboveThat in the end all you have you surely will losebut it is the kind of life that you did choose

Your poem of the day. I wanted to write something a little upbeat to start the weekend with.I was mesmerized the first time that I saw youwords failed me then I will admit that it is truebut you were sweet and made me more at easeand I found we fit together pretty as will pleaseAs time passed the feeling grew ever strongeruntil I found that I could not deny it anymoreI had to overcome my fears and say it to youthose three little life changing words"I love you"We have had more time and still love growsmy loving feeling for you constantly showsI will not promise you that there will be strifefor it will always be a part of everyone's lifeI can promise that as you face the unknownthat you will never have to face it all alone.

The poem of the day:What is this sorrow that besets me, what is it's source?Is there some way to rid, some way to stray it's course?How did it come to grip my heart and for what reason,is it a momentary thing or shall it outlast the season?Is it that we not together, in fact we are so far apart?Could that be the cause for sorrow here in my heart?When you are here with me my heart fills with glee,is this now the price I pay for giving my love to thee?Then let it weigh heavy as it will upon my weary mind;for me, happily willing to pay the price it will surely find.For it is truly a very small price that I shall have to payto know that in the end with you I shall always stay.

This is from personal experience, but I am sure that it applies to many soldiers around the world.I wrote this poem remembering Nam and thinking about Iraq.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.

Here is your poem of the day, dear lady.Upon some subjects I have been known to wonder,but there is one that I so often find that I do ponder.I wonder when and why disposable we all became,to many now just a number without your name?We are now Human Resources instead of Personneland there are other things that the story does tell.People now call all the others they know a friend,but know that they will not be there until the end.Wierd terms like"Starter Marriage" now do existadmitting before that their love will never persist.Whatever happen to having a love for all your lifeand understanding forever as husband and wife?It makes sense there are so many broken-heartedknowing nobody will miss you when you're departed,for if disposable is the way that others you do seesurely the condemning term must also apply to thee!

Here is the poem of the day day dear lady. I wrote it after talking to a lady who did not understand that her true lies within.To some you are not the fairest to ever walk this landI know to some your looks seem a bit dull or blandfor some prefer models like in all those magazinesothers some famous actress playing out her scenesWell they are more than welcome to have their fantasybut none of them could compare to my joyous reality of having a lovely angel like you here to share my lifereality becomes fantasy when you become my wife.So let the dreamers dream and have their fantasyand I will live mine out as long as you are with meand when time here has passed for you and me,we will then still have each other for all of eternity.

I wrote this poem last night after talking to a guy on here that met a woman online that played him.I hopped upon the internet and not true love to ever seekmore out of curiosity, just wanting to have a quick peekI have met some people there from all over this grand earthand a few have become close friends, for what it's worthI have counseled people from far away and others nearall most need is someone that will not judge to lend an earjust a trusted shoulder to cry on when life gets too tougha sympathetic soul that'll listen when they have had enoughI never thought about thing like if their profile was realbecause their pain and emotions were, that I could feelThen one day quite unexpectedly I happened upon youand now I find myself wondering all the time"What is true?""What do you want in life and what are you trying to do?""Is that exquisite picture that mesmerizes me really you?""Have I been seduced from afar by your grace and charm?""Why am I thinking these things and will you do me harm?""Is there any chance that you wonder these things too?"rather the answer is yes or no, what is it that I should do?What about you that has somehow worked it's way inside should I now run away or is it already too late to try to hide?I can sense the hurt and pain that you have been through,but is all the rest of what your profile shows really you?If it is not, can I believe anything that you have to say?and mostly"What am I to do if you do not feel this way?"

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