Attempts at Poetry by Ricardo
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    Attempts at Poetry by Ricardo



    My first try at poetry.
    This young man really is an old man looking back on life in the Marine Corps.

    A YOUNG MAN

    There once was a young fellow,
    Who dress neat,
    Others thought him shallow,
    This young fellow,
    Was on a path,
    Remembering all those other young fellows,
    Now forever still,
    It was God will,
    For this young fellow,
    To walk on that path,
    Remembering all those other young fellows.

    Here is my second try at poetry.

    WHY

    I've asked my self that question,
    Why did you have to die,
    While those that had the most to guard,
    Left it to the poor to go and die,
    Sometimes, I feel sad,
    That you died,
    Even at this late date,
    No one wants to say "Why",
    You had to die,
    Was it luck?
    Or God's will,
    That you had to die and be forever still.

    My last try at poetry.

    WHO SPEAKS FOR THE DEAD?

    I see a "Wall" of Names
    Where images are reflected.
    Of those that went to their "FATE".
    In place of many that had excuses from thier fate.
    Who speaks for the "DEAD" at this late date?
    No one, as most want to forgive and forget.
    I'm sorry,I just can't do that just yet.

    This last poem was placed on the Vietnam Memorial in honor of many that died in Vietnam, doing their duty to God, Country and their beloved Corps.

    Take a few moments and look over your shoulder,
    You might see them as they were.

    I came back angry and remembering their cries of pain.

    But from this day forth,
    I try to remember their laughter and how happy they were.

    Remember all our POW/MIA's and KIA's in all the countries of Southeast Asia.

    If I made you stop and think about all those other "Fellows".
    It was worth all my work.


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    Found that when I was clean the hard drive on this old computer.

    Semper Fidelis
    Ricardo


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    Ricardo


    Thanks for Sharing....

    Your words speak out and make us understand what is in the Hearts of Many.......

    Sempers,

    Roger



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    You made me stop and think, Ricardo.
    Your poems are much more than an attempt. They're an accomplishment.


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    Reflections on 1/1/2004

    Mother,
    Wake me from this nightmare,
    I been in this nightmare since all those months,
    I spent with hunger, death and fear as my campanions.
    The smell of cordite is in my nostrials.
    The sound of thunder reminds us of artillery firing.
    Back firing of cars and firecrackers remind us of rifle fire.
    Rain, lighting and thunder went on and on for days.
    Rats, leeches and snakes were our campanions in this living hell.
    Known to some as Vietnam.
    It was ungodly hot and humid as well.
    Cries of pain and no sound from the dead ring in our ears.
    We lived from day to day.
    To plan for the future, was madness,
    Because in the next moment,
    You might set on a mine,
    And all those plan were for naught.
    When will it end?
    On our death bed?
    So please Mother awaken me from this nightmare of a life time.
    Your son.
    Ricardo aka Richard


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