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Nov 29, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

SOLACE OF SOUL

My mind cryes
A unforgiving eye.

Yes the solace
of my soul.

Perhaps a reason
set in treason.

As the soldier
no man bolder.

Just his truth
said on this day.

Walk with me
head held high
quick to step

Land placed mines
to the left
and the right.

You are worthy
to the jurney
never to forget.

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Nov 29, 2008

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Country/Region: USA

Critiques

Mark

17 years 6 months ago

Steve

This is like a battle poem with philosophy to boot. It is well done, Steeve. I like your style of few lines and short lines it is one of my favorite styles. Do you mean to say- An unforgiving eye? Thanks for sharing, Mark Man thinks this.

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 6 months ago

Poetry

First I say thanks and second I say no as the unforgiving is just that to the kill. So walk with me and talk with me as the road is a long jurney my friend. Steven A. Kacer

infinite_dwarf

17 years 6 months ago

Yay, Steven!

See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Nice debute, though journey has an 'o' in it. Good job, friend. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes. And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes. Ahh, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose after all." - B.Joel

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 4 months ago

The corner

I my friend think the corner is a fine place to stand. No person can walk behind you. Not even to dance. So stand with hands clasped to the back. And then look to the room. What the hell take in the view. I my friend of fine words and you as a poet for life assured. I will not pick my nose just keep my hands full.

rainbow

17 years 6 months ago

I like the doublets and the

I like the doublets and the step-up of the triplets. I think titles are important and so this one sit's well. Not all soldiers are brave hearts, and I am sure that mostly their soul-searching is never far away from a rifle butt or a hawk eye. nice. Peace Rain-

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 6 months ago

Just you.

Rainbow, Do me favor and look to the gray you keep as I write for just me. I understand that I will never be ritch from the act of placing quill to parchment. Yet I as a man a lover of the written word play a game unto myself. It is just truth and the Youth I find so try if you will to understand. I will try on this fine December night to post a new poem. Good luck and Gods speed to the life and a smile all placed at the same time. SAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Steven A. Kacer

rainbow

17 years 6 months ago

Thank you Steven I read you,

Thank you Steven I read you, it is the same for all of us here. bless you Peace Rain--

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 6 months ago

Rainbow

Sand or shells. Not one alike never the same. As poets and people are never the same to the truth they keep. So as a Rainbow of color did you know that when they all mix the color of the rainbow is white light. I have never placed eyes upon God yet I know he is alive if not to a persons eyes yet to the soul I say is true. So as I pray you have a clue I say only the truth and in it I will live untill they place me to dirt. Thanks for the fine hello and a smile to my gray as I say you are fine to the picture I hold as I have never placed eyes to your body yet the soul is a fine place to keep and love and hate. Good luck and Gods speed. Steven A. Kacer

rainbow

17 years 6 months ago

Solace Of Soul

No I did not know that Steven, and I find it amazing when I think it is His bow and a sign of peace, Last wk we had a double rainbow here and so large and colour so strong we watched it for ages, Peace to you Rain---

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 5 months ago

Flowers

Goodmorning, I my friend of color. Strange yet to the thought in my head. The color of shade is dark yet just a step from the light. I have stood in the dark alone from time to time yet I have known that my soul or by chance a mix with my mind will try to overcome and look East for the sun. So remember as you said we are all different and yet we reflect as the same. I say what the heck live and let pass those that seem to be different as we are all just people with a short time to make correct the reason we were placed to life itself. Goodluck and Gods speed to the morrow my friend. Steven A. Kacer

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Steven, interesting poem

Reminds me of a solier's lament. You title was good(drew my attention.) The language use, although very good needs some attention to spelling. Ie: My mind cryes (cries) A unforgiving eye.(An unforgiving eye.) to the jurney (journey) The rhythm and pattern were very good. The theme was interesting to me The beginning and ending worked well together. The logic, I am unsure of. It seems a soldier, but one time may be treason, the other bravery although the two can go together. I liked this a lot although I usually prefer a more logical poem. I consider it quite well written all in all. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 5 months ago

A thought

I will take the point, just keep your eyes and ears on me. Do me a favor don't miss the man in the trees to my right. The ones that will come are well to the fight so watch your back. By chance this will be hard to understand, yet I will try. If I fall to another soldiers weapon then let me lay don't worry I will be fine come that day. If you are hit I will give my all to cary you and drag you if I must. Yet if you are dead then I will place you to a river and say God what have we done. Then like a twist to the wind my mind would change. I would be proud to kill everything that moves and even a flower a hummingbird. So stay safe and look to the gray you keep as that I have found is the best deffence. Good luck and Gods speed to the morrow my friend. Steven A. Kacer