NEVER FORGET REGRET

Asking how are youThe question answerd No words spokenA token of life broken. Are you fullA nod.
Will you be readyStanding steadyHe asks my name.

Floyd W. GreenA killing machineYes sir a marine.

Remember your glanceCalling me fancy pantsTaking my mind to a slant.

Another soul in my canteenWhat the hell do you meanJust a dead man walking to green.

I get point agian
Perhaps in the bush to remain.

Yet forever a soldier in painYou sir know my name

I say it agianFloyd W. Green
United States Marine.

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Jun 18, 2009

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Critiques

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

Sak ...

I liked this one ... something isn't running right , just a little thing and I cant put my finger on it ... well done though :) love Jayne x

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

life

Jayne, Thanks poet as the words were placed to a jumble not the way they were wtitten. Yet they say what I held in my gray. Funny as you cannot place your finger on what is wrong. It is easy to see. Life my friend is and will always be a twix to the mix. I say I what I see as to a picture poet and in your face I see the eyes of a cat yet kind heartedwith the same breth. Just what I see nothing more nothing less. See ya on the flip side my friend. Steven A. Kacer

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

Steven

I did like this one and I can see what you meen about life and the twix in the mix ,and it really is a solid poem .... I have part french/asian heritage so that will explain my strange eyes , and I know they are strange one is blue one is green ... this picture was picked because you CANT see the colour difference lol ... take care my friend be wellness ... Love Jayne x

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

Your eyes

My lady, Your eyes must be like looking through to worlds. I would not think them strange yet mine are both blue. German blood I think as born a toe head indeed. Understand if you will that your eyes your subtle yet fine color placed to your lips. The way your cheeks inspire your face. The wisp of golden hair across your face. I hope you will understand when I say I look to the unseen part of you. your gray friend and with a twix to a mix I think you are well in not only the mind yet the picture is also fine. Be good my friend as I walk away and shut the door behind me. Steven A. Kacer

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 10 months ago

Your eyes

Dear lady. I enjoy your gray and I would be happy to look into the color of the eyes both different. I to be honest don't enjoy this picture placed. Perhaps it is just me as you look like a soldier to me. Wating for the next to walk to a trap and the to pay a price with his life. I see torment to your life as never to give yourself to the truth. Perhaps just my mind yet I'm good at looking into the soul of a person. The next picture you place make it of your eyes and face. Your golden hair to fly in the wind your mind will start agian. Steven A. Kacer

Seren

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Steven

You are more right than you could know , I am sort of a soldier at the moment battling an illness that pulls a little more out of me daily ... But I am fighter and I will get through this , Your eyes see much without knowing ... I will find a new picture in the next few days ... so I don't look so tormented ? Love Jayne-Chloe x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 8 months ago

Re.

Jayne. Hello my fine lady. I say only this as the twix is more to a mixe. Your eyes are worth the time a man can spend in your mind. So do me a favor and place a picture of your face as it is to be. Your friend Sakkk. Steven A. Kacer

W.C.Wampler

16 years 11 months ago

...never forget...poem...

S.A.K., Here is another strong poem. Not fine grammar, but profound, moving picture/words. I see in your comments almost as much as I see in your poetry. You are strong, politely blunt, trained in response, yet you are a human animal, with powerful instinct for survival. Maybe one day I will arrange to meet with you, long enough to face into the wind and comment to each other, "Yep, that's what I'm talking about"...........wcw

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

Thanks my friend.

W.C. Well friend I say this to you as you take a load from my gray. I cannot answer why just you are on my mind. Perhaps it is a mix to a twix poet. Yet I think it is more than that. Somthing made me wonder if you were ok. I laugh and think of the conversation my fine father and I have each Sunday. He asks if I need anything and then replies you my sun are to much like me. as I read what you place I know you are ok. With respect I offer only this. If you find yourself to a ship that is to faulter think of me as I would be happy to offer my life to find us agian on the bright side of light. Steven A. Kacer