Hiroshima - August 6, 2012

We set their air afire,

Just as they'd set our ships

Afire,

So,

With a great killing,

We brought to a stop,

Their killing,

A fairly rapid stop,

Perhaps too fast a stop,

Too fast for some,

For sure,

But who could know,

That these horrendous things,

Would come to pass but once more,

Thankfully.

And now that bell tolls yearly,

Its lonely voice sings

“Never again,”

“We hope.”

Let us be sad

For those who died,

But let us not regret.

Their deaths bought life,

For others

Who did not have to fight.

Let revisionists glory in their guilt,

Their guilt is not ours.

We can pay our respects

To Enola Gay,

And to this day

Say “well done.”

Copyright 2012 by Gary L. Misch

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my place in hell

my place in hell,

is not real clear,

but this I know,

i'll bring some eggs,

the deviled kind,

i'll surf right in,

and look around,

to spot a vegetarian.

My Wish

- 17 Jul 2012 -

Scribe my name upon your heart,
I'll scribe your name on mine,
Hold me close within your soul,
Let me know we're bound together
With a love that's new and old.
Let me hold you when I will,
Stay with me forever,
Let's frolic in this world together,
And when it's over
Meet once more,
And frolic in the world to come.

Haiku on The Storm of 29 June

Our uprooted lives,
Unexpectedly darkened,
Now rest with the trees.

Haiku on The Storm of 29 June

We sit in darkness,
A wind of consequence spoke,
Behold the silence.

Memorial Day - 2012

Dedicated to the Memory of The Project for The New American Century and In Honor of The Foreign Policy Initiative

Where shall we go:

Next.

Our interests are,

So many.

Limitless,

It seems.

We must shape

The world;

Our defense needs are

So great,

All else must bow before

Them,

Widows,

Orphans,

Bridges and roads.

Well,

Let us not go too far,

Let us not stop that

Unbroken,

Critical,

March of pork.

But every other citizen,

Every other need,

All that makes us

What we are,

Shall bow before

Those

Armies of Think Tanks,

Overflowing

With men,

Comfortable men,

They must be Comfortable

To Think,

Brilliant men,

No doubt,

All most serious

Chicken Hawks,

One and all,

Their advice?

Send your children,

Not their children,

Send them,

Send them

Wherever passions

Percolate,

Lest they percolate

To our disadvantage,

Let us shape events,

Shape them,

Make things safe

From democracy,

A beast so few understand,

(And fewer every year)

Best perhaps instead:

Build a wall about

Our freedom.

For sharing it with those

For whom it is

Incomprehensible,

Is a dread disease

In itself.

Of course,

Those who've fought,

Nearly to a man,

Know better than

These wise men,

But,

We don't consult them.

Thank you for your service,

Yes,

Quite.

A Veteran's Memorial Day Thoughts - 2012

March silent by me

For I finally sleep.

In life,

They made me march to music,

And those who never wore my colors

Called me hero.

Now,

I'm thankful that

I needn't hear their voices,

For I live within a land

Of eternal sleep,

Where only truth lives,

So we call each other

Only by

Our rightful names.