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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Jan 11, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

RECON

A trip wire in front of me
damn so plain to see.

The split second decision
right or left.

I choose to role on my back
retreat ,  retreat.

Correct in my choice
the bastard was baiting me.

He must think I'm a coward
for he sits in the same tree.

The picture through my glasses
amazes me
his legs are tied to the stand.

Dead you are as my bullet findes
its mark.
Dead you are in your dingy
white panties.


Clear the ground arround me
staring into his eyes
I carve U.S.M.C. below his head
for all that come after to see.
— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Jan 11, 2009

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W.C.Wampler

17 years 4 months ago

recon rush poem

Sakkk, That is one hell of a moment in a short, hard, write. I felt tense reading it. I can alomst see something like it in my head. wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 4 months ago

Cover

Mr. Wampler. Do me a favor, don't shave your chin and keep the hair as it is. Cold is the time at hand and men like you will need to stand. So as not to forget the soldier my friend is looking in the mirror yes you. So walk down the old dirt road with me and well here have a chew. We will find out the reason when we pass or by chance fight a foe. Steven A. Kacer
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W.C.Wampler

17 years 4 months ago

Recon reconnect comment

S.A.K., Sometimes I'm a little embarrassed about my behavior in 'those' days, but always my freak flags will fly. I'll comment more when I'm not at work. Have goodness...wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 4 months ago

Work

Well friend, Just relaxe and start to begian the day of the reason you write. I as just me say only this you look like a man well to the use of the fourty five yet a three eighty tucked under the right side of you sock. Just in case. Good luck and Gods speed the the next day of life. Thanks for the conversation my friend. Sleep well and never forget as a poet can and will be a different soul my friend. Steven A. Kacer
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 4 months ago

The Wire

Lonnie. Take any of mine as they are clean and full. I offer the M-1 don't worry as she is a M-2. Yet I think you would be happy with the 12 gauge or the Thunder five. Good luck in life my friend of past time. Just smile from time to time. Steven A. Kacer
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 3 months ago

Steven

I have all the respect in the world for people like you, Lonnie, and anyone else who has fought for our country. This poem put you right there - almost made you feel like there was gonna be a bullet whizzing by your ear at any moment. Excellent writing. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!" -"God is good, but never dance in a small boat."
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 3 months ago

The Dance

My friend. The dance is to each thier own. As I can picture you to dance with the cat in your arms. Yet as to the truth of life I see you hidden yet ready to play any game thrown your way. So dance with the cat or like I in a field of weeds and yet know the reason of truth as all things bleed. I say only this from my gray to yours. If ever asked to kill say no. If placed with no choice then do your best to stay out of hell. And if just by chance you can be so lucky to talk to God. Say I love you and I will try to be the person you gave your life to see. Steven A. Kacer
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 3 months ago

To dance in a small boat

Infinite Dwarf and friend. I my friend will never dance even when to the lady the sea. Be the boat small or a ship bound for my lady the sea. I dance in my mind no matter what will be of the morrow as I read and laugh and do my best to understand. Thanks as my soul is at ease from the picture of two that are the same in a way no man can explain. He has the face of a soldier yet kind to the soul he holds and as life is a piece of crap hold on to the one that is well. Strange the fool that holds not a clue to the reason I write as poetry is just that to me a special gift God gave me to play in the mind af many. Good luck come the next day of your lives and thanks agian for the well recieved reply. See ya on the flip side when the world and I can relaxe. Your friend named Steven A. Kacer Steven A. Kacer
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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Recon

A great read until the end. You had me very interested.
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 3 months ago

Recon

I would enjoy the truth of what was to the end of my poem that placed you to another picture. So tell me as I would enjoy the thought you held. To you a smile in a clowd and here hold my gun as I need a few minutes of sleep. Steven A. Kacer
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

The end.

Lissa. The end is yet to be seen my lady. So hang on to your mind as what came next was a place that I hope God will never send me or any person agian. I laugh and say sure as no fool will ever come to play. As to the souls I keep what the heck they can kill me yet like a dog I will never offer them to hell. Steven A. Kacer