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Site Awards
Lighter Side Of BPJ
Lighter Side #2
Lighter Side #3
LIGHTER SIDE#4
4TH OF JULY 2003
THE KOREAN WAR REMEMBERED /July 27,1953-July27,2003 50 years

This Is A Place Of Rememberance

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HOLLOW DREAMS


RESTLESS
PAST MIDNIGHT

NO ONE DIES

IT IS ALL A HOLLOW DREAM
OF TIME
CAUGHT IN A WAR
LONG AGO

IT ALL RETURNS.......FADED

I LIGHT A CIGARETTE
...AND SLOWLY
I LISTEN

TO TIME
AS
IT BURNS.


©LJKlaiber 5/5/03

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TIME



I used to ride that River....!



Now,

I sit on the bank

alone,

...marking time.



Trying so hard

to remember

the days we laughed in the Sun.



The time

before going away.



War,

and memory

..... are never

gone.



I sit and watch!



.......remember,

riding that River

when I was young.



A boy

with lots of

time.







©LJKlaiber 5/5/03





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What Price Liberty?

What have we lost?

What was the cost?

When one lets another group take our property.

Liberty!




What did all those veterans fight for?

What was the reason they fought until they won the war?

When a lot of us hid behind a false doctrine of leave them be.

Liberty!




Where were all of those that couldnt see?

Where were the anti-war groups that jeered with glee?

Where are the protestors that spit up on the veterans that fought for you and me?

Hiding behind our Liberty!




Liberty is personal freedom from servitude or confinement, an act of undue intimacy.

Liberty is immunity from arbitrary exercise of authority.

Even to protect those that gave nothing but grief.

Now we can all hold high our Liberty.


©David Alexander

May 5, 2003

All Rights Reserved



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May I Take the Liberty?





May I take the liberty

Which you profess to prize

And pass it to another

To give their spirits rise?



Or maybe just a part of it

Surely you don't need it all

Wouldn't the missing piece grow back again

Would you walk not just as tall?



You own so very many things

So how about itwhat do you say?

Let me have just your liberty

Seems a small price you could pay



It's old and lost its usefulness

No longer needed here

Though it would be met in another place

With pomp and rousing cheer



Now may I take the liberty

To share with some oppressed?

Its not as though you'll miss it

Or left naked and undressed



No? I can not have your liberty

Not even as a loan?

But you'll fight and die that others

May one day find their own?



What sort of person are you

To make this claim in haste?

Ahh just a free and simple soldier

Grown accustomed to the taste!



My friend, take the liberty

To keep and hold it high

Because without it, I now see

That you would surely die



©Randy Richmond 5/5/03

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The Maudlin Speaks

Have you found the River
that rounds the World?

Found a love within
a dream?

Found the man ya were
as a Boy?

Of course not!

You are my laddy,
...Son of the old Empire!

Far Away
...near to me.

It all dies,
..and it all lives,

within the fragile curtain
of our dreams.


None shall understand our love
my child!

None!

Tis a dream of Warriors my Son!

...til the end.



©LJKlaiber 5/5/03

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O`Dark Thirty

Sittin' here wondering
What to type on these keys
Staring through glass
With to many memories

Hurts been locked up
But time freely flows
From the fingertips of a ghost
As south East Asian winds blow

What to write?
It's the dead of night
The morning suns,
Still four hours from bright

Do I type words of war?
Do I bleed out of old wounds?
My brothers have already lived this
And have danced to this tune

Do I write for release?
Do I tap keys for fame?
I pray it's to keep alive
Just one single name

Brother, and sister,
Veteran, and friend,
Hero, POW/ MIA,
Thoughts without end

Can't think of a thing
Cept the breaking of day
I'll search my heart for new peace
In the same old war ways

What to write indeed..

Boon,
O'dark-thirty. 2003
©Richard Preston 5/07/03

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Dark Rider

Memory rides a thundering steed
whose hooves strike lightning flashes
coming with strong gusts of wind.
Rain streams down,
bathing all with a wet red glow.

Vietnam comes again to light.
Artillery is in the thunders boom.
The lightning flash holds enemy fire,
in the rain, the smell of jungle stench
and in the wind, cries of battle again.

What makes a man brave?
A soldier stands because...he is a soldier.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
My ears are filled with the sounds of fear...
...and in my mind are the sounds of feet running...

©Faye Sizemore 5/07/03

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Phantasm and Poetry


You say, they are not
real.

Not being real,
they become the silence within a dream.

They become real
in the sense of a hand,.....writing memory,
of life
and death.

Phantasmic soldiers crawl and surround
the valley of the sky..........,
mostly at night.

One!
...then another,
and another.

The poet hears them knocking
and shuffling by his door, so very late
at night.

We unlock our hearts
and the door opens.

We say to the darkness
..far past midnight!....Hello!

...and 'Welcome Home!'

©LJKlaiber May 8/03

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The heat by the river toward home...........


South,
by the side of the road that is America;

an old soldier sits beside a tidal river,
and calls it home
as it passes him by,
........going to the Sea.

Dark clouds dance with bright blue
and sunshine.

I could fish perhaps.

But I choose this day to feel the breeze
that talks of home.

To see the Turtle and the Hawk.

To be silent!

To be at home.

©LJKlaiber 5/08/03

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and so it begins/ends




Our local news channel, for the past several weeks has been airing a
nightly `military salute.' One area serviceman/woman has been
recognized and honored each evening. God bless the station for this
patriotic gesture!

Tonight I listened to our news anchor Ron Steele introduce today's
segment as the last of these. Sadly this is going to be replayed by
a great many television stations across the land in the coming days
and weeks. This is of course understood and reflects the reality
that these folks are there to report the news and that this
particular area of the news, albeit of the human interest sort, is
becoming yesterday's story.

It's also, in small part, indicative of the `ebb and flow' brand of
patriotism that's become the norm for America. Please don't mistake
any of this to mean that I believe television, other media, or any
particular group of folk are being unpatriotic or insensitive. As a
matter of fact, during times of war or threat, America comes together
with such resolve and support that it makes this chest again swell
with pride!

It is the periods between the wars I'm speaking of. The times when
flags come down, window dressings disappear, blue star banners are
placed into keepsake boxes, and the yellow ribbons are broken by the
tree's growth.

A time when new veterans of these wars enter the black hole of these
dark periods. It can be an extremely scary and real transition.
Going from "welcome home", "thank you", claps on the back, and
promises to a world of red tape, denials, inadequate care for those
who will require it, and a "hey, it's finishedget over it" mentality.

They will come home of course feeling, and rightly so, like they left
a job well done. They will also bring with them the knowledge that
billions upon billions of dollars will be spent to help rebuild that
nation. This in addition to the sacrifices they and their comrades
who paid the ultimate price have already contributed. A great many
will blend back into their civilian life and live without ever
needing or asking for anything more than the occasional `thanks'
or `hey, way to go!"

Then there are those who will sooner or later require some sort of
assistance. It may be for help in dealing with demons, an injury or
an illness associated with their service that has finally become too
painful to ignore, or another that won't present itself for some
time.sound familiar? My point is that when these needs arise, if
things progress historically, they will be met at many turns by brick
walls and obstaclesthat's a fact to which thousands can testify.

I'm rambling a bit when it was only my intention to ask how can all
those folks in Washington sign off so easily on the billions to
rebuild nations then balk, hem-haw, and just plain shortchange the
veterans of wars past?

It can endbut will it?? One thing we could all do is to level out
the `peaks and valleys' patriotism. Flags CAN be flown during time
of peace and a thank you, welcome home, or a "let's see what we can
do" can help light those black holes between the warsthey're real!

Hey Ron, what do you think about having a nightly `veteran who's had
problems with the V.A.' segment? (kidding of courseHell's not
frozen over yet!) I've enjoyed many years of your news in the
comfort of my living room.

©Randy Richmond
5/08/03

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SOUTH IN LIBERTY
In the Carolina foothills,
I sit outside and take my ease,
content in the night and the cool breeze
Being one of the protected is the reason why
Overhead, stars twinkle in the sky
Honeysuckle scent floats on by
I know a Lady lifts her torch in our harbor
A gift from a foreign nation, a very different generation,
She stands through sunshine, storms and ice
Her freedom came at a price, a mighty price
so willing paid dear by many a brave soul
forget not their names nor forget their goal
We owe them a debt we can never repay
This liberty we enjoy was bought with blood,
blood that was shed side by side, in brotherhood
Across the sea, a debt is owed by me,
to the ones who stood by our side,
and did not let us go alone
So in the warm Carolina night, I ponder
ways to write of their honor
And in Georgia, an old soldier paints his soul, in oil,
to the haunting strains of a saxophone
God bless us all and keep liberty home

©Faye Sizemore
May 10, 2003

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