I can't get a feeling if these poems are reaching the many and if they're worth the effort of finding them...
But the reason for finding and posting this poetry are;
From a page I found on the web;
Reasons for, and the love of Poetry are;
Poetry is written for two main reasons, one is to express feelings and the other is to tell a story.
Expressing feelings with poetry is probably the easiest way that some people can tell someone "I love and care for them, also, at the same time they can relate within their poetry their innermost feelings of what matters most to them in life.
Telling a story within their poetry is a unique way for them to tell a story of something homorous or dramatic that they have experienced in their life.
Their poetic antidotes of fictitious people, places, are mostly built on fact.
So for those reasons, correct spelling, proper punctuation and good grammar is not necessarily a requirement for the writing of humorous, light hearted or serious poetry.
Seldom have I shared the poetry I've written.
The reasons are many.
Not the least of which is;
that if we all knew how close
to the edge of insanity
We would sometimes dance,
we would be predisposed to redefine
"I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility; the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquility gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind."
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
In this poem I was trying to reach those that were there.
And those that might want to know;
what we did and how we spent our days in Vietnam.
I'm A Marine
I'm a Marine who shed tons of water.
And then could not get any water.
I'm a Marine who had his arms and axx.
Thorn by elephant grass.
I'm a Marine who did not sleep at night.
Now I can't stand it when there no light.
I'm a Marine who jumps at the sound of something loud.
Who now can't stand being in a crowd.
I'm a Marine who hates the smell of fireworks.
Because they awaken some nightmares.
I'm a Marine who hates the heat and humidity.
Is the reason that it shows my Humanity?
I'm a Marine who was in command some of the time.
In a place forgot by time.
I'm a Marine who fought the most horrid enemy.
Known to mankind...the "Leech" the friend of my enemy.
I'm a Marine who waded through water.
But could not drink that water.
I'm a Marine who saw some game.
But could not shoot...what a shame.
I'm a Marine who ran patrols during the daylight.
And at night with little or no light.
I'm a Marine who was called to make some order,
Where there was no "ORDER"
From a Marine who spented some time.
In a Hell that has the name of Vietnam.
The spelling is not all correct , it's proper punctuation and good grammar is not all correct...but I was using it to express my emotions and feelings to those I love and care for...
so it does meet some of the requirements of poetry...