Me And My Foxhole

Me And My Foxhole

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The lives of the poor,

Are of a constant gleaning,

Searching the seen and unseen,

For a higher meaning.

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But I can see, feel, and smell,

Vietnam and Laos,

Better than the living room,

Of my own house.

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I can smell the diesel from trucks,

I can hear choppers fly.

I can see men tortured,

And the innocent die.

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I can see cold fog rolling in,

I can feel the monsoon rain,

I can feel Ho Chi Minh’s curse,

Malaria, jungle rot, and other pain.

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I see Charles.

I see "Bones On Mutters Ridge".

I’m dreaming of ice tea, potato salad,

In Mama’s fridge.

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I can see all this from 1968.

I can see insects in my water.

But I can’t feel love from a woman,

And I can’t see my own daughter.

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I can see my fox-hole.

I can see me in it.

I can hear the hawks chant for war.

And how they spin it.

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I can see compromises,

From politicians and even friends.

But I can, also, taste the loneliness,

That never ends.

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I see the mills and wheels,

Of education turning.

I see memorization,

Instead of learning.

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I can see good intentions,

Paving another road to hell.

But I’ll never know love or loyalty,

As far as I can tell.

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I’ll never hold love’s hand,

I’ll never bask in love’s scent.

And shouldn’t life be lived,

Not merely spent?

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Tonight I’ll return,

To my foxhole and there,

I’ll dream of a feminine face,

With sweet smelling hair.

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She’ll hold my hand.

She’ll try to understand,

That I’m still a boy in a foxhole,

Trying to be a man.

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Tonight I return to my foxhole.

Tonight is like all the rest.

And soldiers belong in foxholes,

It’s where we’re loved the best.

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~Micky Dee~

09-18-13

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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain

O, Man! This hurts, like really outch! in its beauty, honesty, and sadness.

I think you are loved more than you realise, Micky.

Hugs to you from me.


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PegCole17 3 years ago from Dallas, Texas

This one paints a vivid picture of your youth spent in hazardous duty at risk with every breath. You've conveyed a deep message with this one. Beautifully written.


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schoolgirlforreal 3 years ago from USA

Amazing tale but also amazing rhyme. I like the flow of it. Best poem I've read in a long time! Sharing...you are a damn good poet. Blondey


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cheaptrick 3 years ago from the bridge of sighs

This is one of your best bro.I could almost taste the dust.


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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana

Well done, Micky. Its hard to forget the soldier's life when you become a civilian again, it haunts you in your old age, the memories of everything you went through. I cant imagine how hard it is to try and live a normal life after going through something like war and such. Youu begin to miss it. because for awhile its all you knew. Take small steps and eventually you will climb out of that foxhole.


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bluebird 2 years ago

Sacrifice. Reading this terribly pulls at my heartstrings. I want to reach out and give you a big hug and thank you for all you've done for your country, all you gave up and all you endured, the horror of war and its ugliness. We can say we understand, but we can only try to, because we weren't there. We can only empathize and appreciate the sacrifice.

A very moving and touching piece truly appreciated.

Well done brother. You have a way with words, it is a gift.

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