They hail our service
On Veteran’s Day.
For what we did
Along the way.
Then, they could all
Go out to play
And honor us on Veteran’s Day.
We take our bows
On Veteran’s Day.
As parades are held
And many pray.
But it’s okay to go out... – by Douglas Gillert | 90 Views added 2 years ago
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Within the Sheltered Gloom
Darkness near the edge of dawn,
Stumbling `cross the dew-damp lawn
I cannot sleep, I only yawn
I think I’m going to have to pawn
My... – by Douglas J. Gillert | 126 Views added 2 years ago
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Saturday, in the park,
Let’s go out there
on a lark
To see what we can find
To pass away the time
When it’s winter
and the sun is out
And the day seems more
like spring.
Will we meet... – by Douglas Gillert | 41 Views added 4 months ago
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She walks in sunlight
That fades her midnight gleam.
She observes the jagged skyline
From the soft edge of loneliness.
In the darkness, he felt her heart,
Beating in rhythm with the drums
And the trembling bass.
She doesn’t feel the... – by Douglas Gillert | 1 View added 9 months ago
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If my eyes could see as clearly
As others see me looking,
They would see a thousand miles.
They would see years
And tears and swallowed fears
And as intently as I listen,
They would see what I hear
And hear what I see.
If my feet could... – by Douglas J. Gillert | 52 Views added 12 months ago
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This is the journey of my soul.
Random recordings fill me
With memories and sorrows
And yes, joys.
A woman’s loving voice
Pleads with me, Listen!
Strings thrummed lightly
Fill the void.
Eighteen again, it sometimes
Seems to creep up... – by Douglas Gillert | 105 Views added 1 year ago
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There was an old man
Who adopted two cats
And named them
Hither and Yon.
He ushered his cats
Outdoors to play
And they scampered
This and that way.
He looked to call
Them back to him
As they gamboled,
Hither and Yon.
But which... – by Douglas Gillert | 50 Views added 1 year ago
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Oftentimes as I grow old
My thoughts return to times ago.
Familiar faces reappear, recognized places
Rise up from the overstuffed closets
Of my cavernous mind, so densely packed
And pitch-dark if I could and sometimes yes!
See within clearly.
... – by Douglas Gillert | 49 Views added 1 year ago
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I think I will have to set it aside,
This book of new poems by a writer
I read a favorable review of and then
The single short ode to her own life
Revealing her wisdom and her sadness.
Her words and phrasing and meter
Are also the ones I... – by Douglas J. Gillert | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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I think I will have to set it aside,
This book of new poems by a writer
I read a favorable review of and then
The single short ode to her own life
Revealing her wisdom and her sadness.
Her words and phrasing and meter
Are also the ones I... – by Douglas J. Gillert | 48 Views added 1 year ago
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Down a long and lonesome road
My mind will always go.
As time slips forth relentlessly
There too my spirit flows.
From when I was a child
Until now when I grow old
I have been more oft, a watcher
Of the braver and the bold.
And though... – by Douglas Gillert | 136 Views added 2 years ago
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Sometimes the screenshots appear blurred,
the winter fogging camera lenses in Ukraine,
details not fine enough for telescopic videos.
But it’s true, I know, everything blurs
when the rockets fall.
Easier than for human eyes to endure
the... – by Douglas J. Gillert | 2,023 Views added 2 years ago
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