Footloose Days

by Anthony Ramirez

Poem


America’s Daughters and Sons

by Anthony Ramirez

Poem


Sergeant Dorsey

by John Boors

Prose


The Doc’s Doc

by Richard Wangard

Prose


The Power of Color

by James Camera

Prose


My Vietnam Story

by Albert Hernandez

Prose


VISITING RASCALS

By Lee Wells, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Yes, that ""ism"" seems to hang around too much.
Yes, of course, old ""itis"" comes along to keep in touch.
But when they both come to visit at the same time,
they surely do nothing to make my heart chime.
They also confuse me. Just which is to blame?
I think they enjoy playing this aching old game.
I'd be happy if they didn't choose the same field,
and that one to the other, they would just yield!
This surely has nothing to do with old age,
though maybe I can lose them if I turn the page.
Then I might confuse them and become free.
Some say ""confused."" This surely can't be me!
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"Yes, that ""ism"" seems to hang around too much.
Yes, of course, old ""itis"" comes along to keep in touch.
But when they both come to visit at the same time,
they surely do nothing to make my heart chime.
They also confuse me. Just which is to blame?
I think they enjoy playing this aching old game.
I'd be happy if they didn't choose the same field,
and that one to the other, they would just yield!
This surely has nothing to do with old age,
though maybe I can lose them if I turn the page.
Then I might confuse them and become free.
Some say ""confused."" This surely can't be me!

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by Penny Deere

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by Deborah Cole

Array


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by Larry Connelly

Poem


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by Anthony Ramirez

Poem


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by Marie Slider

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Broken Life, the Restoration

by Scott Sjostrand

Prose