Category: Poems

Men in the Machine (The Silent Fallen)
by Rex J. Taylor

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We were all trained by the machine.
The machine trained us all to be able to turn love, caring, & killing on and off like the flipping of a light switch.
One moment we cared about everything.
Then we get an order to flip the light switch
So our innate ability to wreak pain & suffering upon others takes over.
For some of us the pain & suffering of others is like candy it is an addiction.
They crave for more.
The ones that crave the pain & suffering of others often remain in battle they thrive on the carnage.
Never to leave the machine except in death, or retirement even then most do not survive more than a few years after they are out.
Then there are the few that are trained by the machine that have feelings.
They take a good long look around and watch the pain & suffering to their own people & people that are foreign to them.
They see small children & adults lying dead in piles along the road and around bombed out buildings.
This sickens them but they continue to fight for the machine. read more

In Memory of my friend
by Paula Barnhart

Whenever we meet someone, whether a chance encounter or a planned meeting, we come away with impressions on our heart and mind and pictures on our eyelids.

Whenever I saw Dave, be it three or four times in a single day or one time in three or four weeks, he always had a ready smile that came from the heart and reached all the way to his eyes. read more

Memories Not to Pollute
by Vicki

Red white and blue
We fly this flag
In remembrance of you
On the ground it won’t drag

What you have given
Has cut you deep
And caused you to lose
More than peaceful sleep

These wars are over
But the battles go on
Yet still every year
Dress blues you don read more

Memorial Day Parade
By MKM 5-25-05

She stood there on the sidewalk
With her heart upon her sleeve,
Stubborn and determined,
She was not about to leave.
A sign held high above her head,
Proclaimed for all to see,
Her anti-military stand-with passersby she’d plea:
“End the “war on terror”-pull our troops back out!
Murderers aren’t heroes!” she’d scream and yell and shout.
As fire trucks and clowns passed by, continued to protest, ‘Til there came a
‘Nam vet marching-said, “Girl, we did our best.
My buddy ain’t a hero? He saved ten other men.
He sacrificed himself and he’d do it all again.
My brother ain’t a hero? ‘Cause, Girl, he’s dead now, too.
He died protecting people like your “free-speech” friends and you.
My son is not a hero? He’s serving in Iraq.
There’s nothing I want more right now than just to bring him back You stand
and try to shame the ones who chanced to make it through- I wish that you
could understand, I wish you only knew.”
He held his head up higher,
Feeling proud of those who’d gone,
And didn’t feel her stare
As the parade continued on. read more

Memorial Day
by Michelle R. Christman

As we stand here looking
At the flags upon these graves
Know these flags represent
A few of the true American brave

They fought for their Country
As man has through all of time
Except that these soldiers lying here
Fought for your country and mine

As we all are gathered here
To pay them our respect
Let’s pass this word to others
It’s what they would expect read more

Marine Corps Fiance Poem
By: Anonymous

You think you know me, but you haven't the slightest clue.

Im the brunette standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eyeing the newest "Support Our Troops" magnet while paging through the latest issue of Modern Bride. The look on her face is complacent and her thoughts are thousands of miles away on some military base she's only been verbally described of over the phone. read more

THE MARINE CORPS WIFE
Billy & Maggie Bagget

We enjoy your newsletters so much and I would like to pass along a poem that my husband gave me when we were stationed at Camp Lejeune in the ’50’s. He gave this to me just after an IG inspection.

The Marine CorpS Wife

No stripes on her arm, but she’s no boot
A squared away gal who’s really quite cute
She takes her order’s as a real “salt” should
And takes care of her job as a good Marine would.
She want be promoted, though she deserves to be
She’s happy with the life the Marine Corps gave me
For the years to come and throughout her life
She’ll proudly bear the title of “Marine Corps Wife.” read more

MARINE
submitted Kristal Sewell

You can keep your Army khaki,
You can keep your Navy blue.
I have the world?s best fighting man, to introduce to you.
His uniform is different, the best you?ve ever seen.
The German?s call him the ?Devil dog, ?
His real name is ?Marine.?
He was born on Parris Island.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning, before the rising sun.
He?ll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.
He?s deadly with a rifle, A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior?s calling card; He?s mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to heaven,
St. Peter he will tell, ?One more Marine reporting sir, I?ve served my time in Hell.?
So listen all you young girls, to what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young MARINE,
To love you every day.
He?ll hug you and he?ll kiss you, and treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man: THE UNITED STATES MARINE! read more

My oldest son is currently serving in Iraq — his second tour, and second set of holidays in the sandbox (birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Valentine’s Day). I wanted to share my poem with you, because I know you would appreciate it. God bless our troops. read more

I wrote this last year when my son and his brother marines could be home for Christmas, this year they are in Al Qiam.

SUNG TO THE TUNE OF ADAMS SANDLER’S “HANNUKAH SONG”

There’s a lotta Christmas songs out there, but not too many Marine songs, so I wrote a song for all those nice Marines out there. read more