The Forgotten Soldier

history written by the victorious

remembered by the soldier

forgotten by all

battered, bruised, discarded

honour cast aside

no medals for the forgotten warrior



once forgotten

memories now return

new wounds emerge

new scars

new pain and guilt

but still society forgets



wars once popular

now become an anathema

silence abounds

but the memories remain



history written in black

but remembered in blood

history written in scars

survives beyond the fading text



politicians write the history

soldiers carry the weight of that history

 

© 2016 michael d emmerich
© 2016 mikesnexus.com

Shadows of My Mind

 skittish shadows, flirting

with the smoke filled

shadows of my mind

and still my mind burns

like cheap whisky

coursing down my throat



while the beckoning, cavernous

maw of blackness approaches

just another hungry mouth

that needs to feed

at the trough

of my existence
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com

A Day (Life) of Remembrance

via A Day (Life) of Remembrance

In this month of November, with the 11th fast approaching,  when we remember the fallen, lets gave pause for thought, to the boys forced to become men before their time …. where we as a society discard our best and brightest to senseless conflicts. The hopes and disappointments of generations of young (mostly) men/boys are always dashed at the altar of political expedience and greed.

The article contains many of the poems that I have written about War …and its impact on my life, when I was forced to serve ….

Read and remember ….

All at Sea

alone adrift

all at sea

winds prevail and blow

endless sky

horizon lost in the blue



searching for firmer ground

white dove released

in hope

to return with what

or not at all

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Is it Dark Yet?

shadows fall

darkness creeps

there is something coming

in the crawling dusk

we will lose the day

when the darkened veil

achingly descends




how long can we wait?

beyond this veil

nothingness awaits

when will it be rent asunder?

by whom?

and when they come

will they bring the morrow?

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Colours of the Congo – Hills&Dales

Hills and Dales from my mountain bike cycling excursions on my off time in the Southern DRC …all work and no play is not good, rest time to clear the head is important.

© 2018 michael d emmerich

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Colours of the Congo -Sun&Moon

Sunsets, Sunrises and Moon rises over the BIG African sky in the DRC … love these colours …

© 2018 michael d emmerich

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Trauma

as the blood dries

beneath my nails

as the metallic smell

lingers in the air

as my boots

slip on the shit stained floor

as I wipe the vomit

from my shirt front



removing blood-stained glasses

ripping of blue blood gloves

gazing across

at what lies before

not a beep can be heard

lights fade to gray

ashen faces stare back

and the memory remains

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Last week in the DRC

Did some traveling around The DRC …Lubumbashi, Kinshasa and others ….

Planes and automobiles …no trains 🙂

Hotels and Dusty Roads

…and of course the odd cigar … or two …

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Not Yet

it's not dark yet
it's not tomorrow yet
the sun has not set yet
no need to fret yet
nothing to regret yet
you have not not broken yet
so no need to fret
.....
yet ....

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com