| Poetic Verse - words from the
heart
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The
Dancer
The artist is the dancer at the break
of dawn
A passion for perfection, striving for the goal
Grace is the one thing that keeps
us from the worry of failure
Peace comes from the knowledge that even
Without that perfection there is still the passion
Even without the graceful step of
the dance
The music will continue to play in the mind
And the passion remain in the heart
The
Stranger
The man looked across at her, the
woman he did not know
He noticed her strength, that which in herself she could not see
The beauty which radiated
Even in the shadows of their dim surrounds
She was happy to see him shyly look
up once again
Their eyes meet, for that moment longer
The two were strangers no more
My Friend
You are my closest friend
You are my distant companion
In times of trouble I can count on
you
To the distant end of time
Ease is not always ours, but compassion
continues to reign
You, in my darkest hour have become my will to live
I can say no more of you than this
You are what love is to me
Warrior's
Poem
Glistening steel of dagger and sword
Smoking dust under march weary foot
Blood soaked leather, mace in hand
Metallic gauntlets handed down, a
battle torn history
Fierce and Courage charging defiantly against their foe
Belief of something stronger than death
To be enough to draw one to it
Or so ingrained the generations not breach it
Forever dream the freedom from tyranny
Gifted breast of fine woman, love finely spun like silk
Comfort you in your darkest times
Life must go on, as the loch mists
come forth
On the fresh morning dew
Goodness or sadness, life must go
on
But better it be regardless
When loved ones rest upon your heart
Only
by My Wings
Seeking, searching, finding
What is this, this thing undiscovered
Soul divided
Unconquered goals
You know they are set by another
And what right do thou have
To set my direction
Or my dreams
Only by my wings
Shall I fly
For only I can see it
That sweetness in the sky
The scarlet sunset that is mine
For when I close my eyes
What do you see?
Now I hope you understand
For I have long since prayed
That it visit you
This simple sacred wisdom held
So now you can go your way
And I can go mine
But together
We may travel in the world
Ours to share
The Peacekeeper
My brother the soldier
Walk free now and feel the moss beneath your feet
Feel the sun upon your face
Some are simply soldiers
For some it is more than a profession
In the heart of the warrior it is more than simple trade
Very few shall die the way in which they lived
You my friend are one
Honour, service and sacrifice
Be free
As you served and made others free
No greater honour than that
You have served your country, your
family, and your mates in the greatest way possible. You did
one of the hardest jobs there is. You laid your life down for
your mates and for many more. In the end, the light showed the
way. And that light continues to shine.
My heart goes out to your kin.
God bless you and keep you.
Kia Kaha "Onward"
Rest in Peace bro'
and remember to keep your kit squared away.
Written for;
Leonard
William Manning
Bravo
Company, 2/1 Battalion RNZIR
Killed in Action, East Timor, 2000
The Calling
In between the cracks of my mortality
I forge the sword of my dreams
With the hiss of steam
Come the anger of my misfortune
Dowsed in the love of my kin and kind
The doubts and pains
Find reprieve
In the depths of my soul
Staggering with the acceptance of my calling
There can be no distrust
In that alone, the will must endure
To see the end
A brighter day for those left behind
Fire burning beyond question
Into the darkest night
Symbol of my defiance
In everlasting life
A Gift from
Heaven
Wings gliding down
The finest gift from glowing fields of green
Pure water, mountain-chilled blue
Sun glistens upon the essence of life,
Like ambiance cast across silk at the raising dawn
The beauty of nature, the strength of the web
Once defenceless, lair-bound
Shadows no protection
Light of the day too bright to bear
Secrets concealed a lonely strength
No, no. No strength at all
Time past
Healing slow
But healing none the less
Now, growing in strength, heart, mind, and body
Witness forthwith
A new life
Alive
As the nights grow shorter and
the days colder
The world does not deserve thee
Though neither do I, you bless me still
Your touch is like the petal of a
rose
Your scent a kindred spirit
Your eyes come upon me more brilliant than the morning
sun
Your breathe comes to me like fresh snow, crisp and
clean
Alive
Every new stroke swifter
The freshness upon your lungs
Gift of breathe
Your eternal peace
Now the wings embrace you
Those wings of your own making
Let me walk beside you now
In the warmth that they impart
A blessing to the world
That once betrayed you
A voice as sweet to
me as a Tui calling
Amongst the branches spread across a mist
filled dawn
Shimmering peace
Rested deep within
Great release
Alive
All this, a gift from
Heaven, from you to me, from me to you
Friendship
You can kill someone with kindness
Or you can travel the hard road together
Its not the fighting with another
But the fight you wage within
The destruction of the spirit
The real damage
You can look back, know your true allies
They called a spade a spade
Still smiled after the tears
Had faith in you
Trusted you
And let you blaze your own trail
Make your own mistakes
Fight your own battles
Yet knew you were still there
And could call you friend
Every Soldier
My Brother
Every soldier my brother beside me
Every airman my father in the sky
Every sailor my guardian from the sea
Every marine my not so distant cousin
Every man a common trait
Every man to serve
Every man a common goal
Victory in purpose
No regrets
Destiny
Surrounded by numerous foes
You are waiting for death
But I am one who dwells in the earth
Who fires from a great distance
Because of my hunger
My weariness, my pain
You are alive
You, the one I do not know
I chose this path
So pity is not my yearning
Only respect
That I be remembered, that the lessons learned
Will be enough
In the darkness
Do not crawl, my friend
Get up. Stand tall as they taught us
Now in their ignorance they spit
In their arrogance they curse
For the truth is beyond their reckoning, condemned
In the desert their ancestors bled
Our blood flows as one
There can be no separation
Upon which man falsely claims
In much stancher times
And of much sterner stuff
We are forged together
In the battlefields of an ancient time
In that ancient land
Trust in that
As the Turks and the Cretans have done
Our sons are theirs
As our sons are yours
You have paid your penance
Drop the chains
My brother
Be free
22 January 2008
I had put together the initial
words a few weeks ago, before I left for home. Only now, after
thinking about contemporary times - the collective works have
found their true purpose. I dedicate it to those in the sandbox,
one and all, to those I have known who have served, but most
of all to Pilot A, who has struggled very much in a new homeland
not of his own choosing, for far too long.
Remember bro', we of all know
life is not a fair deal but we have been given the tools,
blessed with the courage to win through, no matter the odds,
and most of all the wisdom to understand these goings on while
so many fly blind.
Don't fight now, but teach the
few willing to learn.
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