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All Poems By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web

THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD

FORMIDABLE FOE

America is the birthday cake of earth, As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her, Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war, There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed, Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe, Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill, As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them, For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more. But the David's among us shall cast our stones, Defeating them, as it was done before.

SOMETIMES

I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil, Some say, we're here, because of oil. But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve; Knowing death may await me around the curve.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die, Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz, Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game, Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene, To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man, But why it is so, I can't understand.

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER

Americans harmonize in sentiment While facing the challenges of life. Shoulder to shoulder we defined our land Through hardship, sacrifice and strife.

We are eager to oppose our enemies Wherever they raise their head. Our principles must be practiced To avoid being conquered or dead.

We fail to see the merits of a dictator Only freedom to work and pray as we please. Most seek guidance from a higher power As we share our concerns on our knees.

We have always held liberty close to our hearts Unwilling to surrender to demise. Whenever its existence was threatened We have chosen to follow the wise.

We can’t foresee what the future may bring Though we give it our best not to fail. Every 4th of July we illuminate the sky Proving freedom is alive and well.

FREEDOM

In their new uniforms, The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion, They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They're so easy to lose But so hard to forget; Such a burden for a parent to bear.

Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten; But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields, Make it easy to tally the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war, And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more!

SEPTEMBER 11th

After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack America now mourns to her very core. Though soon her enemies shall all but flee From the sound of America waging full war.

Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all, That the devil has decided to give us a call. We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out And if we die; that's what freedom is about.

We shall seek them out wherever they may hide, Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave. They will be eradicated from the face of the earth By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.

OUR FLAG

Our flag is fabric wove of thread, Carried by heroes live and dead. She stands for justice and courage too, With her colors; red, white and blue.

For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers, For any who die, there’ll be tears, For all who love her, life is swell, For those who harm her, war is hell.

How many moms have cried before, As they sent their children to war. How many dads have not returned, Because our freedom must be earned.

Wars were waged where brave men died As patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of earth, Because of those who prove her worth.

LOVE OF COUNTRY

I dedicate this poem from inside my tent, As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent.

My love of country is at full boil now, I’d like to describe it but it's hard to know how.

Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death, Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.

I don't care if it's another God they serve, For their crime's retribution is what they deserve.

Their horde survives by a different set of rules, Though soon they’ll learn the fate of murderous fools.

Proudly I serve my homeland and president, Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent.

While haunted by visions of what I must do, I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue.

VETERAN'S DAY

The cost of freedom is sometimes high, Extremely more when our loved one's die.

Men and women pledged to fight and serve, And it's our support that they deserve.

Mankind itself is the one to blame, That all through history, the story's the same.

Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire, Subject always to enemy fire.

Some how the righteous tend to prevail, Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.

No wonder we fear the tongues that lie, As mankind squabbles beneath God's sky.

The danger our solders face is real, So lets let them know just how we feel.

Put forth your flag and show them your heart, As those we love from us depart.

BAGHDAD

Determined though scared, I walk my beat, On the deadly streets of Baghdad. Searching for any who plot our harm, Or by our death are joyous and glad.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon, I'm reminded of my nights back home. I wonder if the woman I love Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here, For this place is a madman's hell. And those who wish to keep it that way Must be killed or locked away in jail.

My greatest fear is not my death, But that I'll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, Depending on others for my care.

My wife, she prays for my safe return, As night and day more GI's are killed. She knows quite well, whatever it takes, The oath I've given will be fulfilled.

SADDAM

The king of Baghdad has fallen, Never to dictate again. Man shall sentence him for this crimes, And heaven shun him for his sin.

For his tyranny, he was famous, In every capital on earth. ‘Till apprehended in his spider hole, Completely stripped of his worth.

He is guilty of rape and genocide, While he ruled without remorse. His power and prestige were toppled; Once George Bush set his course.

Though it may seem that the wicked triumph, And have conquered by their brutality of hand, Through the power of faith “They are defeated,” By the seed of goodness in man.

FORMIDABLE FOE

America is the birthday cake of earth, As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her, Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war, There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed, Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe, Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill, As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them, For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more. But the David's among us shall cast our stones, Defeating them, as it was done before.

SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME

Should tomorrow start without me Remember I love you. Looking down from up above Seeing everything you do.

If I become a casualty I pray you will love again Whom ever makes you happy I’ll consider my friend.

Should tomorrow start without me Remind our boys, God loves all who care. And when life seems too harsh and cruel With “Him” they must share their prayer.

I have proven I’m not a coward Who breaks and runs to survive. Always fearing death will kiss me As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

Should tomorrow start without me Be proud I choose to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve.

I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I can’t help but want to hold you And whisper what I say.

AMERICAN SOLDIER

Our soldiers line up to be remembered As the best of the best at their job. They wish to be needed and depended on To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty Standing firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something greater than themselves They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.

THANK HEAVEN FOR HEROES

Thank heaven for the heroes of life Who lead us to overcome those who are not. The wise are grateful for all God’s blessings Where fools never realize what they’ve got.

America is the grain train of earth Whose people exercise rule by their vote. All have a chance to partake and prosper As they arrive by foot, plane or boat.

Our freedom relies on the law of the land, Our future depends on our grit. Our past has known both good and bad And our mistakes we are willing to admit.

The grim of heart hate America And choose to put her wonders to shame The devotion of most who love and live here Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame.

THE LONELINESS OF WAR

I know I’m still here so far, far away, As I fight for what I believe is right. I wonder about you and your mom, Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane, If you don’t get letters of concern from home. Left, right, behind and ahead, Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved To return home or live the here after. Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday, As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade, As you stay by his side till his end. No mother ever carried her infant child, More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries, To help keep their faculties together. Watching hot steel crash into human flesh, Always makes home seem far away and better.

I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving, So try not to worry too much about me. Just help your mom and stand up from the ground, And while I’m gone be all you can be.

WORLD WAR II

As war is fought it takes charge, And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change, Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy, Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred, Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token, Of the rage that must run it's course, Before words of peace are spoken.

TROOP SHIP

Our ship had sailed before the dawn Surrounded by the thickest of fog, Still ignorant of our destination Or what was written in the captain's log.

It didn't take long for me to see Our cruise was not for fun; An experience of a lifetime With nowhere for us to run.

Twenty knots per hour we cruised As the white caps passed us by; Ten thousand young Americans Off to Europe to die.

A sailor told us not to worry; Someday we’d get our mail. Uncle Sam would make sure No matter how far we sail.

Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep Beneath our ship's waterline, Just the place for claustrophobia To enter into my mind.

My favorite vest was my May West Which I wore all the time Just in case of German U-boats Or an underwater mine.

Thirty-three days we were at sea, We crossed the equator twice. Many years have passed since then, Those years of sacrifice.

BRAVERY

Many brave souls lived before now, Unwept and unknown by their face. Lost somewhere in the distant night, 'Till a poet chronicles their grace.

True bravery is shown by performing, Without witness, what one might be Capable of before the world, Without any or all to see.

How great the brave who rest in peace, All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country but their best, Those destined to be brave from birth.

PEARL HARBOR

Sunday, December the seventh, In the year of 1941, While most of Hawaii still slept, Came the planes of the Rising Sun.

Waves of bombers and fighters flew, From the decks of the Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground, "Banzai" was spoken from their lips.

The winds of war had been blowing Across the oceans of our earth, Though not till Pearl had been bombed, Did we realize what freedom’s worth.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts, At home and on the battle line. Both are equally important, When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack brought us World War II, With death, pain and separation. All who had served were well aware Of their sacrifice for nation.

CONFLICT

The harder the conflict we sometimes face The far more glorious is the victory. Tyranny like hell is tough to defeat, When it raises its head throughout history.

War never leaves a country as it was, When neutrality is a word disregarded. As the murderous hands of man himself Are to blame for all who have departed.

D DAY - THE WALL

Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall" A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall. Some of them made it all the way to the top, While others fell and perished from their drop.

Those who climbed over, had answered God's call; For men to stop evil once and for all. They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns, To save the lives of our fathers and sons.

So many years have passed since then, When our world's future was saved by brave men. We cannot forget the hell they went through, Before the skies, again turned blue.

D-DAY

D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict That fore shadowed the end of Hitler's dream. The largest joint combat landing ever, Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.

When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down, And all within paid a visit to hell. They jumped out to do good for their country, And to kill the enemy without fail.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves, In conditions not easily foreseen. By night the battle was in our favor, With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream.

The corpses littered the beach for five miles, Though heroism had carried the day, With literally thousands dead or wounded, Those who were left were determined to stay.

They faced great odds and chose not to protest, And won the war that put evil to shame. Most came home, married and raised their babies, But those who could not we recall with pain.

MI DWAY

It was June the 4th 1942, As I was floating in the ocean alone; The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom And I thought I would never again, see home.

The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east With the intentions of capturing Midway. Though they were stopped by American war ships, Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.

All night long, I watched the fireworks of war And on the second day we turned up the heat. As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads, On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.

An imperial pilot came floating close by, Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea. I couldn't help but feel passion for this is man Who had answered his call just like me.

When it was over, I was plucked from the deep, By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn. For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway; Now it's quiet and the enemy has gone.

SURVIVAL

I drifted all night and was loosing my hope Before by the moon's light I saw dry land. I floated over and through its reefs to the beach, Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.

All I had was my dagger and a canteen And it was May 4th of 43. Just me alone on an enemy island, Wasn't a safe place for a sailor to be.

I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat If that's what it took for me to survive. I’d already said thanks so many times, For” God” was the reason I was alive.

Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices, Laughing and talking in a language not mine. Inch by inch I crept to their campsite, Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine.

I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine; Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach. Soon I was floating in the ocean again And far enough out where bullets couldn't reach.

The next day I was picked up by a seaplane, Whose crew spotted my sail from the air. Once inside and safe, I cried like a child, For the dead whom would forever be there.

It was hard to believe heaven let me live; A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year. My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I 'm gone. Though I'm a veteran of battle, death, and fear.

OKINAWA

Okinawa was to be our last stop Before we invaded Japan. The largest landing of the Pacific war, As our soldiers ran across the sand.

At first our marines were scarcely opposed But on the fifth day hell they found. A solid wall of human resistance Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.

Air power and big guns had little affect On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone. It took man against man to root them out As flying bullets pierced flesh and bone.

Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes Knocking out transports and war ships. As the Imperial air force struck our fleet, Cries of fear and hate spewed from lips.

One hundred, ten thousand Japanese By the end of the battle were killed. Over twelve thousand Americans died, Before, just our flag flew over the field.

BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC

After the fall of France in 1940, The Germans soon began their own blockade, With most their efforts in the Atlantic, Hoping to cut Britain's flow of war trade.

With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck, Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance. The German’s small navy sank ship after ship, Till the British Navy destroyed war's romance.

Shipping losses from German U-boats increased, And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost. But soon America would enter the war, To defeat freedom’s enemies at all cost.

Multitudes would die and their families cry, Before World War II would be fought to its end. What a waste of mankind, which had lost its mind, Though now, our enemy is our friend.

PARTING

The truest words, which portray my love, I speak to you from within my heart. May we always recall how we feel, Though through conflict we're forced to part.

No one can say how long they will last, For life is not everlasting. Yet most hope to be blessed by love, By he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh, My thoughts of home help keep me sane. There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive But either way, I'll serve without shame.

Should the cold hands of death reach for me, I pray my soul will awake from sleep. To the voice of God assuring me, That my spirit, he's chosen to keep.

So try to remember while I'm gone, That the person I need most is you. I’ll fight like hell to stay alive To return home to the love I knew.

P.O.W.

When you become a P.O.W. You find you've lost your liberty and more, The guy with the gun tells you what to do, As you yearn for freedoms you had before.

Your will to serve helps keep you alive, Though sometimes you wish you were dead. Tortures far beyond any normal mind, And there's no safety, even your bed.

Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth, Keep you in a place you don't wish to be. The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves, And you've no choice of what you hear or see.

The lucky are released and return home, Though in their dreams their fate is unsure. War may be hell, but confinement is worse, Cause afterwards you're never as you were.

GENERAL QUARTERS

General quarters, general quarters, All hands man your battle station! Sunday morning, December the 7th, As war confronted our nation.

We soon found out it wasn't a drill But instead it was war for real. As you watch the death of friends and shipmates, It's more anger than fear you feel.

Japanese warplanes came flying in low, As I took aim with my gun sight. From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl Damaged, though crew still eager to fight.

I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed, Surrounded by black smoke and fire. Some of my bullets must have found their mark. For his death was but my desire!

Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed, In a battle less than two hours. With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone, Japan had flexed their naval powers.

The bombing and strafing of ships and troops Caused our congress to declare full war. Where many a man laid down his life Fighting for flag, country and more.

KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS PT-109

After the attack on Pearl Harbor He applied for sea duty in the war. Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy Became known for his bravery and more.

In the dark hours before dawn On August 2, of 43. Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat Through the blackness of night at sea.

PT – 109, was on Solomon’s patrol With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft. A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half.

Two of the crew just disappeared A third was badly burned. Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck, Where in pain his leadership he earned.

Some of his men had never learned to swim As he gathered them on the bobbing bow. The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink So they made for an island and here’s how.

He ordered those who could to swim The others were to hang on to a beam. Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor And off they tread through the ocean stream.

With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles. 5 hours later they all made it Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials.

The next problem was how to summon up help Without arousing the enemy all around. After several attempts swimming to other islands Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut To be delivered to a base 38 miles away. The message made it and they were saved And their courage still lives us today.

VIETNAM

SOLDIER IN THE RAIN

I’m just a soldier who stands in the rain; My memories of home are what keep me sane. Back home is a land of milk and honey, Ruled by lust and love of money.

But, what can I say, when I serve her true, For I volunteered to see this war through. Now, that I’m here, it's hard to believe, We're just the victims of those who deceive.

As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm. It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church, With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

Off in the distance I see an arc light, Bombs being dropped on children at night. I've seen that evil they call the "yellow rain," And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.

All of my buddies have been taken away, No more touch football will they ever play. Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home, Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.

War is a hell, devised by man, There's death in the sea, the sky and the land. Lord, I can’t help but wish I were home, Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?

DADS AT WAR

Where would I be without you dad? My hero of night and day I'm so glad you love my mother, And take time for us each day.

The last time we played baseball, You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish, That I might be just half the man.

I love my father of this earth, And I love my father of heaven. It's a lot for me to love, you know, For I’m only eleven.

Mom and I sure miss you, Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad? I can't help but boast and brag.

BULLETS AND BARBWIRE

We awoke to the crack of rifle fire, With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by. The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags, Which saved lots of us who wished not to die.

The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground As the VC charged our fortified hill. We killed so many the stench made us sick, While we fought to live and not for a thrill.

Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll As red and green tracers lit up the sky. Before long I was the last GI left, When napalm caused my enemy to fry.

Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire The enemy retreated to the caves and trees. Then I cried, "thank you " to heaven above, As I checked out my buddies on my knees.

Somehow I managed to survive the day Though many I've served with names I have read Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall Are my comrades of war, among the dead.

KOREA 1950

UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops. Many GI's died as they held off attacks, By 810,000 Communist troops.

Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm, For without these weapons they could not survive. The Communist charges led by buglers, Till the UN could start it's offensive drive.

On the battlefield of death and misery Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns. While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags, City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons.

With a million and a half dead or wounded, Both sides singed a truce before generals involved. July 27th, 1953, And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved.

THE CIVIL WAR

In 1860 life was good, Till its simpleness ceased one day. The North wished to save the Union While the South chose to break away.

America was torn apart As six hundred thousand died. Throughout four years of total war, Women without husbands cried.

The sad fact of the Civil War Is what was left at its end. Too many times, men’s evil acts Destroyed both foe and friend.

The problem was, once it began, There was no peace or compromise. Total victory must be proclaimed Before rage would leave men’s eyes.

Destroy all that helps the enemy, Was the cry of either side. Anything to obtain victory, As death on horseback did ride.

Black men dressed in old uniforms Became the Union’s reserve. They fought and died for their freedom And their rights they earned and deserve.

Lifestyles would forever change For all who survived the war. It had ended as it began, With sadness, misery and more.

Both sides prayed to the same God, And spoke words from the Bible. The prayers of both were not answered, For all involved were liable.

FREEDOM

In their new uniforms, The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion, They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They’re so easy to lose But so hard to forget; Such a burden for a parent to bear.

Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten; But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields, Make it easy to tally the cost.

America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war, And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more!

THE KANSAS FRONTIER

Coronado, in his search to find gold for Spain, Was the first European on the green Kansas plane. Explorers and traders were arriving from France. They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.

At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark; Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark. Large numbers of Indians, forced out from the East, Resettled to Kansas where the buffalo feast.

So, many a cowboy decided to stay, It wasn’t very long and most Indians were forced away. When Missouri joined the Union; the slave states equaled the free. Which way would Kansas vote, congress was anxious to see?

The Heart-Landers were bleeding; their towns were on fire; As raiders from the slave states tried to force their desire. The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob, In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob.

Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began. After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man. Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state. Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.

Those frontier days have long since gone, though the sunflower is still here; My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer.

BLACK POWDER BRIDGE

A courier rider hands his papers to me; They are instructions from Robert E. Lee. I am advised now is the time, To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line.

I muster my men and they load up the boats, We powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight, As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight.

We capture a bridge before the moonrise, The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies. The evil of war feeds on my brain As I light the fuse to destroy a train.

Above us a trestle of timber and tar As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar. From the banks of the river; we watch it approach; There’s shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach.

With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear, I hear them scream as they ’re falling in fear. The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems, Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns.

The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud, I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud. As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine, I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind.

War is a lesson we ‘re eager to learn When man has that fever to murder and burn. Lord, please forgive me for what I have done, For all those I’ve silenced were some mother’s son.

THE FEVER OF FEAR

Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground. Soldiers are looting and burning our town. The fever of fear rushes through my veins, As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.

Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around, As four thousand muskets volley their sound. All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball; Most cry out, then stumble and fall.

Even the young lad who carried our flag, Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag. Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground, Death and destruction are easily found.

The Generals are crying ’cause they can’t stand defeat; But it’s always the soldier who dies on his feet. Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards, As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords.

Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree, Where the dirt has eroded and there’s just room for me. After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog, Then float down the river, as I cling to a log.

Songs of their victory, ring out through the night, While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight. It makes me remember my old country church, Where the preacher spoke God’s word from his holy perch.

That the seed of all conflict began in a cave; When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.

THUNDER IN THE GROUND

Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away. The battle lines are forming and there’s little time to pray. Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky; I’m so full of fear cause I don ’t want to die.

From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound, It’s the music of the buglers and there’s thunder in the ground. The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords. They ’re shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge.

It’s hard to believe how many make it through; As they’re hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue. Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet, Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat.

There’s a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke. My throat is so dry, I can ’t help but choke. The fury of the battle is bound to settle down, When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground.

After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around. The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can ’t stand the sound. Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men. Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in.

SLAVERY

When you chain the neck of a slave, The other end fastens to you. Your heart and soul become corrupt, And all which is evil you’ll do.

No government shall exist for long, Who’s people are not really free. Though around the world there are those, Who stay blind to how life should be.

Any who must enslave others, Will dwell in their own living hell After death, they’ll join their master, In that place from heaven he fell.

But till then we’ll fight and resist Making them put their chains away. And those of us who may die first, From heaven shall watch and pray

BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER

In the course of becoming officers The young men of West Point bonded like brothers. Till roomers of Civil War transformed friend to foe, As many cadets chose to serve others.

Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought, Were lead by graduates of the long gray line. Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another, For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time.

Over six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed, Not counting multitudes of population. Cities, farms and the countryside were laid to waste, Before our Union was restored to a nation.

THE LITTLEST SOLDIER

Nine year old Johnny Clem who stood just four feet tall, Ran away from Ohio to answer his country’s call.

He joined up with the Union and became a drummer boy, Soon to prove the gun he wore was far more than a toy.

Armed with a sawed-off musket, cut down to just fit him, He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do him in.

Awarded his sergeant’s stripes and the silver medal, His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle.

The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story, Telling of the nine year old who earned his country’s glory.

THE BATTLE

The moon is sky high And perfectly round As it highlights the beauty Of disputed ground.

Life is a journey Where the passage is free. After, there’s judgment, By the living and Thee.

Tomorrow’s carnage, We’ll survive if we can. Death and dismemberment By the hand of man.

Some will stumble With absence of breath. While others charge Into the face of death.

We’ll race toward the battle And pray for the best, Hoping somehow We pass God’s test.

BUGLES

Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out, Against their dust covered uniforms of gray. Savagely we fought to kill our enemy, As the battle raged on in the heat of the day

Volley after volley we put forth our blaze, With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone. Blistering sweat rolled down every face, As the tunes of war by bugles were blown.

There was a clanking sound of ramrods in barrels, As each new minieball was loaded and fired. Some shot aimlessly into the smoke, While others took aim at the worn and tired.

Bullets were popping like the fourth of July, S Yet our enemy kept surging ahead. All at once they broke and ran off in groups, Scattering as for the forest they fled.

From behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall, The victorious cheered or just sat starring, At all the bodies of friend and foe While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.

Soon the war was over and I survived, Despite it’s brutality on trampled ground. From boy to man I was transformed, Though, still in the night I hear its sound.

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

The hinge of history swings in all directions As the happenings of the past are written down. Out of all that has occurred since man’s beginnings, Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history, Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. Greeks had no faith in the future at all, Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history, Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. An on going drama involving man and God, Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; It just encourages us to live in the past. When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, As the outcome of humanity is cast.

GENERAL WASHINGTON

Once in command, he boxed in the British At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights, Overlooking the Brits at his mercy As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice, To sail to New York to renew the fight. Where the English had much greater forces, Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat, With the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. On that Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton, Where in victory his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown, Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown, But the British were the victorious ones As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

Americans were blessed early that spring, When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The battles raged on, in the North and South As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land. Washington himself was in great despair, Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of the fight And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home, But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.

All Poems By Tom Zart

MWSA Book Review

TOM ZART ONE OF THE MOST PUBLISHED

POETS ON THE WEB

Love, War & More

Author: Tom Zart

Publisher: Publish America

Reviewer: Bill McDonald – President of the MWSA

A Poet’s thoughts, on history, emotions and more…

Normally you pick up a poetry book and it may run about 50 to 80 pages but not the man who is called “The Westport Poet." Poet Tom Zart gives the reader their money’s worth of poetry in his fine collection called “Love, War & More." His book, at 267 pages, is filled with the thoughts and emotions of a dedicated poet and his vast spiritual tastes for life. His prose runs the gauntlet from relationships, battle, butterflies, and even one that ends the book called “Katrina,” about what happened in New Orleans.

My favorite poem in his collection deals with turning 60 years old since I can relate to that experience. His poems are easy to read and more traditional in nature, as opposed to all those beat and new age writings that flourish in newer poetry books. It is readable by all mature family members and thought provoking at times.

His war poetry covers everything from Pearl Harbor and D-Day to present day battles. He honors Soldiers and Sailors and our nation through many well thought out pieces of prose. There is something of interest in his collection of poetry for all readers. This is one of the most assorted and diverse collections of poetry ever assembled in one volume. For poetry lovers this will be a great book to buy.

This book is given the MWSA's highest rating for a poetry book - 5 STARS!

DIVINE INTERVENTION

I never write a poem That doesn’t write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it’s shelf.

Hearing many voices, Whose words are never mine. My pen becomes a painter’s brush Forming visions on a line.

I seem to be a better person, When it’s time to sit down and write. A higher power guides my hand, Sharing wisdom by day and night.

People born to create, Have no choice but to perform. It’s the rush of sharing their gift, That elevates them from the norm.

What would our world become, Without intervention from above? Angry beings in a revolving cage, With no sense of passion or love.

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

The hinge of history swings in all directions As the happenings of the past are written down. Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history, Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. Greeks had no faith in the future at all, Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history, Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. An on going drama involving man and God, Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; It just encourages us to live in the past. When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, As the outcome of humanity is cast.

SOMETIMES

I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil, Some say, we're here, because of oil. But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve; Knowing death may await me around the curve.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die, Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz, Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game, Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene, To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man, But why it is so, I can't understand.

FORMIDABLE FOE

America is the birthday cake of earth, As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her, Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war, There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed, Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe, Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill, As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them, For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more. But the David's among us shall cast our stones, Defeating them, as it was done before.

WHO?

Who wrote the tune the songbird sings? Who made the diamonds we wear on rings?

Who caused the snow and rain to fall? Who made spring, winter, summer and fall?

Who gave man a woman to love? Who made the clouds and sky above?

Who lights the stars and moon in the night? Who makes heaven and beyond so bright?

Who gives us babies we follow till death? Who made us able to speak with our breath?

Who gives us heroes willing to die? Who made the tears we shed as we cry.

Who shows us hope and guides our way? The same one who loves us night and day.

THE MOON

For thousands of years man has wondered, How the moon came into being. As we look up at its ghostly glow, We can't help but feel what we're seeing.

King David watched his beloved, Bath Sheba, While she bathed in the moonlight so bright. He fell in love and had to possess her, Then sent her husband to die in a fight.

The moon itself has shown to be lifeless, Though it enhances the beauty of the dark The daily rise and fall of the oceans waters Have followed the moon since before Noah’s Ark.

From the very first time man took refused, And peered out at the moon in the night. Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow, Have been committed in the presence of its light.

I don't care if man has walked the moon, For most, it retains its mystic power, So turn off the TV and go forth in the night, And partake its beauty regardless of hour.

ONE MORE TIME

Fourteen horsemen are riding together With pistols, and rifles, holstered in leather.

Bank robbery is the reason; it's me they chase, Eager men of all sizes and different race.

The sheriff and his posse are hot on my trail, Determined to hang me in front of the jail.

There’ s a five thousand dollar reward on my head, Makes no difference if I'm live or dead.

My horse has gone lame and my canteen is dry, I'm sucking on cactus so of thirst I don’t die.

It's a five-mile walk to the Rio Grand, Where I can drink my fill by hatful or hand.

I've already hidden the money and gold, Inside a cottonwood, by it's size, is old.

Someday I'll return and my treasure I'll take, Then build me a castle by a pristine lake.

Presently my choice is to run for my life, Cause I can't fight fourteen with a gun and knife.

If I reach the river I'll grab me a log, Swim for the current and get lost in the fog.

Lord, if you're willing, please save me "one more time," And I'll never rob again, I'll just write rhyme.

THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD

Determined though scared, I walk my beat, On the deadly streets of Baghdad. Searching for any who plot our harm, Or by our death are joyous and glad.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon, I'm reminded of my nights back home. I wonder if the woman I love Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here, For this place is a madman's hell. And those who wish to keep it that way Must be killed or locked away in jail.

My greatest fear is not my death, But that I'll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, Depending on others for my care.

My wife, she prays for my safe return, As night and day more GI's are killed. She knows quite well, whatever it takes, The oath I've given will be fulfilled.

SEX

Where would we be without sex Like coffee minus the sugar and cream. As Adam was before he knew Eve, With no purpose to dream and scheme.

No reason for fathers and mothers, No reason to buy flowers and candy. No reason for diamonds and jewels; Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.

No reason to purchase a sports car, A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress. Basically, a cake without icing, So thank God and pray for more not less.