Will you read my poem (Geronimo), maybe?

Question

[Geronimo.. I heard the Moon..]

My thing, one-dimensional route of a paratrooper trite
of the 1st battalion, 501 parachute Infantry Regimen
serving for being a soul of a manly cause, sentry at night
a code that never reaches me, guard, twelve to three AM ...

Shadows my companions, maybe an owl's cry, as sprites
become familiar, senses subside, boggies, a snake's rattle
yesterday I saw my partner's burial, and I nod my head
sideways, try to see the scene, in perspective, was it a battle?

He left.. Where cherubs, they say, await the souls, I smile,
aren't they dead? A tribute to this foolish deity, a wed
soldiers embrace betraying their brides, and me, a guile
as if they wanted it to happen, astounding, flowerish end.

Foolish of an end, remember the unfinished game of poker
Was I that had a deadly draw? Three kings, one queen
a seven.. A song he mumbled as the sniper's bullet, an ochre
were his eyes after, I embraced him, his brains to spoon ..

In.. Beguiled, futile attempt, have you seen such? My platoon
never adrift, a primer notion, Geronimo, my Arizona sands dune
was it my friends that called me last night, I heard the Moon
whispering, my girl said that, I heard the rain calling my tune...

Answer 1

Beguiled are others who cheat and never play fair

see what they want frightened cowardly of a dare

holding a two and a three, a four, a five and a seven

Low as a snake's rattle, far from the moon in heaven



Odds in your favour with a Royal Flush in your hand

soldiers you'll lead and conquer in each and every land

and your whispering Moon will be calling out to you soon

Embrace a friend, your girl with the rain playing your tune...



*complex, interesting and challening piece of work, and quite

haunting in parts: "his brains to spoon" will stay with me forever...

I hope I have done it justice?

Answer 2

fanatics mourn the loss of their squaddies' hearts to cherubs, their devotion tempted into passionless beds of eternal evening. seem heavily on the moon and look at the vestige of nubs, taking off to form into horns. So frequently, youthful human beings is beguiled via the Sirens tempting wail of conflict. The previous ones bow their heads, questioning why, simply by fact the extra advantageous area of a era marches away, to no longer return Geronimo is a noun, a verb, a metaphor and a great poem.

Answer 3

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Answer 4

not quite a royal flush.wth is the paratrooper trite part?

what's a sprite?an ochre?other words,known to everyone

would have made this real good.poetry should be understandable

to a normal person.its fair.

peace

Answer 5

to me, this is one of your better writes ♥