Barbaras Poems

If sorrow were my only venture,and sorrow will be my only friend,
sorrow is neither passive nor aggressive it is sadness and devastation,and humility,
if our worlds collide and they have,no sense shall be made of the causes and concerns,and the misappropriate items can be appropriated to fit the shape and size of the misinformation misleading all that concerns you,.. all that is about you,all that determine the hate and the rage and the emptiness that follows,all the way through........Eternity,not as we see it,as we smell eternity,as we love,as we live,the silence grows........never reaching the highest high but accepting the lowest low,and absorbing the lowest low it guides me,it consumes me,somehow,never reaching the sky,....owing it to myself.......the pain the devastation the fighting that goes on in my mind,in my body,in my Soul,devastation beyond the control,beyond mortal man,I can not climb mountains,I can not swim the Ocean,I can not live,I can die,many deaths,many times,come and tell the soldiers its alright,the Battle Zone,the strength God gives us, to again suffer just enough to smell the death,remembering the words,Thou shall not kill,........Never reaching the sky.........Piloting the death march........always afraid.....Barbara

It was Paris Island,South Carolina,
that place was a piece of heaven
the memories we made can never be beat,
we had such fun,and not on the street.
The forts we built there in the woods,
living in them from dawn till dusk.
remember the rope hanging over the bay
our parents would have died
if they'd known what we did,
holding on and,swinging off into the lagoon,
and remember the times we caught blue crabs,
and cooked them on the beach,
hiding all of the time from the military police
Terri,Linda,Catsu,Debbie and I,
remember catching all of those dragonflys,
I often hope and pray,
you got a fair shake out of life, since that day,
I remember the Pow Wows we always had,
our secret meetings under the slide on the playground.
it seems the older I get the more they come round,
those childhood memories,and the friends I had found.