Running With Scissors-Semper Fi Stanley Patrick
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Running With Scissors
I joined the Marines and I went to a war.
I’ve been hit by a truck and more than one car.
I spent eternity in an asylum and I went to a jail.
I was tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail.
I put myself out on the hard road of life.
I’ve opened myself up to a world of strife.
I hitched a ride away from my home and town.
Rode thousands of miles and then just turned around.
I’ve run with scissors, walked under a ladder.
Got a Polar Bear mad and then got it madder.
I kept mongoose and a Cobra inside my refrigerator.
I’ve urinated in the wind and slapped an Alligator.
I’ve taken a bull by the horns and pissed in his ear.
I’ve called the Wizard of the KKK a freaking queer.
I’ve poked Leroy Brown right in his eye.
I’ve jumped off a roof and tried to fly.
I’ve jumped to the ground from an airplane.
I’ve flown into the eye of a hurricane.
I’ve tried every danger, I’ve sought every thrill.
I’ve ridden as fast I could down Suicide Hill.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t try, nothing I wouldn’t do.
You can bet your tattoo I ain’t afraid of you.
I’ve seen the Pearly Gates open and then shut.
I’ve gone to hell just to warm my butt.
There seems nothing new for me to try.
It seems I simply cannot die.
I’ve just been an extra in your movie so far.
The script doesn’t define me or what you are.
Go on to Wall Street- buy and sell.
Then go alone when you go to hell.
When I was sent to war I was told a lie.
It was the domino theory- well that pig doesn’t fly!
The world explodes and continues to cry,
While you Wall Street freaks continue to lie.
Before I shuffle off and say goodbye.
I’d like to spit in your Wall Street eye!
Write my story and call me a fool.
But don’t use me to recruit a kid out of school.
What you want to see is not what I’ll be.
To assume makes an ass out u and me.
Ira Hayes was found dead in a ditch
After fifty arrests for drunkenness.
Stanley Patrick took his own life
When the cops came to oppress.
Both Ira and Stanley were Vets and manly,
But help came too late for him and Stanley.
Why the haste? What was the need?
Stanley had some problems but he wasn’t a weed.
You send us to war and won’t tell us truly why.
We go to our deaths and beyond- Semper FI.
Johnny Cash-The Ballad of Ira Hayes
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Hey Bud. Ralwus- I'm think we're thinking of some of the same things but different! Thank you Sir. Maybe we'll make it over the next hill. If we don't it won't matter. Thanks
Mick, Sir! I find this to a tear drop welling in each eye yearning to break free to flow down each cheek. You done well by the Corps and a hero wronged by an ungrateful nation of people who have a magnetic yellow ribbon stuck to their 40 thousand dollar car that says "support our troops". For $1.99 and tax is just how far their support goes I often wonder if they feel better and justified by their great expenditure on the ribbon? All those ribbons have done has made made some magnet cutter and print company rich. So do I detest the folks with them? No, just the fact that putting a shoebox full of goodies and essentials put together and delivered to a group that sends them to our youth that in their days of hell they get letters and shoe boxes full of stuff they can enjoy share and laugh over. I tape a picture of a 17 year old Marine from over 39 years ago with a hand written dirty joke and letter with 3 stamped envelopes with folded water proof paper in side and a new ink pin designed to write on water proof paper. I generally get a letter back.
I find those letters thankful and up lifting, hey you all! give it a try, some of these men and women have no families and will let you adopt them. Think it over! How cool is that? There are many cds you may have laying around to which they would enjoy like a Jim Croce and the CD that holds Big John Cash with Ira Hayes, home Ira and me as the complete Pima Indian tribe where he and many "Wind Talkers" came from that caused communication troubles for the gooks that would use them against us.
God Bless this hub and the mind and hands that created it, Mickey Dee
Thanks Micky for such a touching, beautiful but sad poem. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Godspeed. creativeone59
Mick, I read this twice and just like Dusty, I came away with a tear in both eyes. When I was homeless, I remember all the cars go by slowly looking at me and my "Nam" jacket and then either spit or roll out laughing. This may have a lot to do with my attitude today. You came right thru on this Hub.
God Bless You, Micky Dee. I'm speechless. Your poem was extremely moving. My heart goes out to all the Vietnam Vets.
Sage
Beautiful poem, Micky. You really understand how to appreciated them. Great work! ^_^
Dusty Dude. You know all the drills. I dislike the the bumper stickers, the yellow ribbons. That's telling someone here in America that you support a war. You support the troops? No- sorry folks- a yellow ribbon ain't a get out of hell card. If you support the TROOPS you tell our congressmen and president to stuff it. You support our troops by putting a Veteran in warm clothes, give him nourishing food, and you give that Veteran a tax free, rent free home that these off shore accounts would pay for. There are THIEVES who have off shore accounts and swear they made this money. NOBODY makes millions of dollars- Dagnab it, dadgum it, confound it you make others make millions for you. You rob our national resources and you gouge people with over pricing, you cheat, you're a STAR too good to walk among us. And for God's sake quit putting STARS above us. Tell the basketball, football, hockey, baseball and all the other ball players to play with themselves. Quit going to movies until every Vet is fed and housed. Quit this special treat to idiots. Sorry Dusty- you have great, fantastic ideas and I got carried away and ran over them I think.
I just think it is stupidly moronic to put Tom Cruise, Angelina Jolie, Brad Pit, Whogivesasplit over a SOLDIER in Afghanistan or Iraq. Michael Jordan Who? God bless Larry Bird but Larry isn't better than a man doing mine sweeps in downtown Baghdad. Get over yourselves people. There are no idols in Hollywood.
Sorry -I might need to up my meds for a day or so.
Thank you all for commenting. I do appreciate you. I think I'm too heavy right now. I'm seeing a lot of things wrong and I can't fix them. I want to -but I can't. God won't and I'm frustrated.
Thank you again Creativeone. You always support me. Thanks
Thanks Unchained Grace. You know the deal. I was never spit on by a hippy or maybe the casual passers-by. I was "spit on" by conservatives. I was lied to, about, denied jobs, and jailed for something I didn't do. So what? The jails hold too many falsely accused people still today. I guess one of my next hubs should be on the falsely accused and imprisoned. Yeah- this country works alright. It works for law students. I guess by now you know I was kidding about the meds. I don't have any- don't take any. Sorry. I'll calm down. It's heavy today.
Sage- I'm a mess right now. I appreciate you so much. Please know that.
Freya- you are so wonderful. Thank you Ma'am.
Don't use me to recruit a kid out of school........
What a fabulous line. The entire poem was great, so true of polititians and Wall St.
Also it fascinates me that Indians who'd had their land taken from them and promises broken over and over again went to war to fight for that country , yet still sems they are treated as 2nd class citizens,. (Who was it that said of the Indians, "How dare they be on our land before we got here?")
Your personal story is a wonderful one Micky. Don't die yet. You have too many hubber friends and cycling friends who love you. God bless, Dim x
Thanks Dim. I do appreciate your support. The folks with the power and money have to be jackasses? Why is that? Thanks.
Just as I was about to type this comment--the song Amazing Grace came on and is playing...and you already had me crying as I hit the line "I’ve just been an extra in your movie so far" so now I am sitting here trying to type and not cry so hard I can't see the comment box.
Mickydee-Unchained Grace-55Calibur-have never been extras in the movie--all three of you-just love you all so much! Mickydee-you are going to star in your movie one day also-and you are going to be the best person to speak--perfect--your comments as well as your hub--is just so heartfelt-true-and I am sick of the lies-the b.s-To you and UG-Calibur--and every soul who has been there and given a shi#azz dirty tee-shirt..I love you and thank you--your hearts are sooooooooo good--even through all of these lies!
I got to stop writing---
Oh he's not 50 Caliber now- he's 55 Caliber. He was big enough yesterday. You know he's 6'2" or taller. That guy ought to have a book out about him. Heck- he's bigger than life.
I appreciate you Ghost. I don't know if I can speak. It seems all I can do to write. If I took anti-depressants I'd walk around murmuring, "It's a beautiful world. Always has been."
I'd like to try to nudge the world, just a little, toward a different way of life and away from repeated mistakes. I have to pray as Jesus said. I have to practice the Golden Rule. I want my country to do the same. I want to see actions not words. Go to the closet and pray and come out loving everybody!
Thanks Ghost!
Hey Micky, Great hub! Poetry is such a strong way to communicate and get rid of shit muckin' up our systems. And it's ok to be stirred up for a bit and then let it go.
Every experience we have in life makes us who we are. Celebrate who you are - good and bad, right and wrong. Just don't let the anger eat you alive.
Lots of good out there! Put on your sunglasses and helmet and jump on that bike and find it all!
Your poetry is profound. Thanks for your sacrifice. Ride on friend.
Without legs To Stand ON!
He was told they would
have to amputate
what carried him
to serve his country
due to injuries
caused by compression
which soon enough became
cause for depression.
Thoughts of running
up the beach,
bouncing a baby
boy on his knee,
bracing himself
with elbows and legs
over his most
passionate Love's sighs,
long walks,
hand in hand, together
sports with the guys,
and simple things
like rising each morning,
and standing to pee
all passed through his mind
like lost memories.
So many have been
maimed in Iraq
coming back from
insurgent attacks
no longer intact, in fact,
genitals and faces,
were subtracted
as well as arms and legs,
an awful form of
disarmament,
chunks of flesh
ripped from torsos
that would heal
into huge dents
eyes gone,
ears gone,
noses blown
in an explosive spray.
and here once again,
stands soon enough
on prosthetics
a hero reduced
to a crippled state
nubs will haunt
him whenever
sleep finally beckons
each night.
All this,
and he had to
return to a country
run by men
who never had
a leg to stand on
when it came
to making war.
or fighting one,
They took
wild guesses
and made
horrible messes
Cheney even confesses
to five deferments
cause he had
better things to do.
Bush and Cheney
never had to serve
in combat situations
were never put at risk
where body parts
could vanish
in a bloody,
bone pulped mist,
Their flesh was
never kissed with
shrapnel embedded
deep, within
oozing wounds that
seeped infection,
They chose instead
a form of dereliction
Their families too
are all immune
from harm
protected by the
wealthy's charm
of "Money talks,
leaving poorer souls
to learn to re-walk,
when they fall crushed
beneath the thwock
of an IE D's most
vicious shock."
Over 30.000 or
more maimed
in the staggering
punch drunk
Rums fields of Iraq.
AmBushed daily
they come home
in large groups
looking like
some strange creations
by Lon (Dick) Cheney
pieced back together,
in patriotic Frankensteins.
And let's not
pretend that
the world back
home will be
their friend in
just a few years
when thousands are
ignored by their peers
and grown adults stare
at the disfigurements
and children point,
with mouths agape.
When Iraq is no
longer a great idea
and the public
has grown weary
of history,
hysteria repeating itself.
Bush has retired with
all his body parts intact
minus his brain
which never
was all there.
and he will pass
some of these men,
squatting on the corners
begging change,
while he simply walks by.
If you doubt this,
take a little trip
with me now to the
Veteran's hospitals
all across our fine nation,
and gaze with me at
the cast offs of society
from the Korean conflict,
the Vietnam conflict
and even some
very old men
from World War Two
crippled, forgotten
except on
national holidays
and forever institutionalized
with nothing
else to do.
Visit the cancer
wards to view the
years of ravage by
Agent Orange, and the
Persian Gulf syndromes.
Go to any
Homeless shelter
round up some vets
and buy them dinner,
You may end up broke
but happier
for the effort.
I wonder where all
the proud repuglicans
who continue to praise
all of bushes
efforts are this morning
when former PFC
Tommy Shellshock
needed to move his bowels
but couldn't be
lifted over a bedpan
cause the staff
is short on help
and his sheets get soiled
for the umpteenth time.
Or when a
former Sargent
from the war will
breathe his last
in a cardboard box,
cause his wife left him
and no one
would hire him
because half
his face is gone.
Where will the
support for these
troops be then????
It is so easy
to talk the talk
and walk the walk
cause the spin masters legs
and their children's legs
are in safe zones
where they will remain,
un-maimed.
97 percent of
Congress had
no children
involved in Iraq
No investment in the
war they helped wage.
Now, sometime this month,
another legless son
will come home for good.
to the arms of
another poet I know,
but most of you
will never know that
most of you have
stopped reading this
about thirty lines up.
I weep for America,
and wish Godspeed for the
return of
all of our boys
who were sent
from the heart of America,
but not from
the pockets
and God forbid
seldom from the lineage
of the loudest supporters
of their dying.
©-MFB III
Good job. I enjoyed reading this hub. Your poetry is remarkable. I can relate to so much of it. The pictures are extraordinary. Nice piece of work.
You always write so well, Micky, I am just amaszed and amused by your writing...
Hi MIck, This is wonderful, I ingrained every word and YOU did it all, experienced eevryhting there is about LIFE-- but yours is just full of adventure -- that could and might have killed you, I mean you had it, what a life and experienced which made you strong, arent you?? All in all, all the experiences made you A MAN of the hour. Courageous and STRONG. NICE pictures BTW, I am amazed you saved them still. This is my favorite of all the hubs I read from you, Thank you MICK for a glimpse of what you did amd for what you ARE... Maita
MFB- I sure can't dispute one word. The mention of Dick Cheney, any Bush, any of the company - my teeth gnash! If anyone should have any doubt- I love- I adore a benevolent God. If God will not be benevolent the He would be the God of Dick Cheney and George Bush
I am not supposed to hate.
I promote the Golden Rule more than anybody I've seen- particularly recently. I use it or mention it in my hubs.
But I guess I'll be a sinner in this manner. Let God write that biggest offense might be the I HATE BUSH and company.
I hate murderers and these people are MURDERERS!
Now after GW and compant find God I think we all can adhere more closely to the Golden Rule.
I intend to practice the Golden Rule to people who are not murderers and do not intend to murder again.
Thank you very much Deborah Demander. I honestly do appreciate your kind words. Thanks very much!
That was very complimentary Fits4life. Thank you very much. I'd better get over to your world soon to see what's up! Thanks very much.
Thank you Moulik Mistry. Your last hub was "spot on". There are folks that hate the truth and will live a lie for their "party". I appreciate your last hub and I appreciate your stopping by and saying nice things here. Thanks
Prettydarkhorse- you are so good to me. I do truly appreciate your support. You certainly brighten my day. Thank you Dear!
You hate evil-on every level-spiritually Mickydee-God wants us to hate evil--despise it--and your hate and despise of the satan infested politics--tells me that you do have God and follow him--he is walking with you strongly and you just don't see him--stop putting up posters--God is with you--ALWAYS HATE EVIL-DESPISE IT FROM YOUR VERY CORE-HATE IT FROM YOUR SOUL--You have seen so much evil and you are still so very good! You are so a warrior for God!
wonderful poem, Micky. You are not only great in cycling but only good in poem. Good work, my friend.
It seems so hard, so "uphill" to fight these Satanic people. I am astounded that one of these folks exist who support him. Please do not get me wrong. Yes the people who run our government are by and larbge evil. I don't support Democrats. This is all wrong folks. But come on- People do your home-work. quit following the party line. Know that you are played. But there is more than enough evidence in bright view to unite and stop the lies. If Obama won't do it he's part of this Satanic movement. Don't play favorites. Get at the truth.
Jesus said to pray the Lord's prayer.
Jesus said the greatest LAW is the GOLDEN RULE.
Every religion has the GOLDEN RULE!
The GOLDEN RULE should be the motto of our country.
Sorry Ghost. I see futility and I'm emotional with the unjustified and needless suffering and killing that continues as our food is compromised with morals. The courts are a joke. And a stupid fool that has never fought for their country will tell me to "love it or leave it".
There are fake AMERICANS. There are fake Christians. There are fake people. Sorry Ghost. I seem to be perpetuating my own madness because people are sold on being a Democrat or Republican when evil rules the day and both parties. I'll be upset. It's better than being a zombie for Satan.
"Here you are, take a Valium, drink a beer, shut the hell up and vote for the evil of your choice. Look, this one and that one are painted red, white, and blue! You know they've go to be good. You know they're both evil but this one is less evil than that one! If things don't go to your satisfaction this time vote for the other evil. They both taste good and- they're the best in the world!"!
Until the US Injustice system is cleaned up there is no credibility.
Sorry Ghost- I think this was where I was supposed to say thank you for your kindness and continued support. I do. Thank you!
Thank you Prasetio. You are always so kind. Thank you very much!
I truly loved this hub Micky, you've inspired me. I pray for our fallen warriors and those still standing, and wounded. Have a wonderful evening Micky Dee
You are so vry kind Pmccray. Thank you very much. I'll come over to your hubs soon. Thank you Dear!
Reading this, I hear the pain and almost feel it, but, a hemisphere distant and a generation removed, its hard to comprehend it. We all share so many shades of pain, even though we don't share the same experiences. Thanks for sharing, it really got me thinking.
God bless.
Thanks Parrster. Pain is pain. We can numb ourselves to some of it but why have it if we can't remember it and act accordingly. Let's be "shock absorbers". Thanks
Such a powerful poem, a pleasure and disturbing in equal meassure. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you very much Xonica.
You know that's a very unusual monica'
All of a sudden I want to play my harmonica.
Wow- that was pretty bad. Sorry. I'm tired. Thanks Xonica.
Both of my grandfathers, my father, and both of my brothers were in the military...the latter being in Viet Nam. My one brother was in helicopters and experienced most of his buddies dying. He had me read the book "Let a Soldier Die" and said that was the most realistic view of what he had experienced.
So much pain nnd anguish in what you expressed in your wonderful poem.
Also true that most of the people ordering others to go to war have been safely removed from doing the same with a few exceptions.
Powerful words, Mickey Dee! I have a lump in my throat after reading this...
Peggy- you lighten my load. You brighten the day. God bless those choppers! Thank you Ma'am!
Semper Fi...to them that serve and to yourself and Stanley Patrick. So proud of all Vets...and so thankful to the Vietnam Vets. I saw a memoriam mention of Stanley from the Vietnam war on a website honoring Vets. Was that your friend?
Hi Manlypoetryman. I'm not sure. If you could point me that way it would be appreciated. I certainly appreciate you already for stopping by. Thank you sir.
Micky : WOnderful war poem.. and it is great to read the comments as well. Really nice and touching. Thanks for sharing!
Hi Ten Blogger. I get carried away don't I? Thank you very much. You are a dear for stopping by.
Hi Micky just read this everyone has left great comments on it. I think it important that you write your poetry on subjects like this. We need reminding of how 'history' treats people like the Vietnam vets. Unfortunately I suspect this will happen again in the future. The ones with power do not like to be reminded, but people unlike dust should not be swept away and forgotten. Hope this makes sense. My poetry seems shallow next to yours but it is my way of painting my moods brighter. Thanks.
Thank you 2uesday. We need your poetry. I'm not sure we need mine. People are too serious and busy to get depressed with facts at the end of the day. We will always have wars because people are really defeated. It's accepted. It's a course that will repeat and repeat. Indeed - a lot of it amounts to "kill and take their stuff". A lot of robbery going on but on larger scales. It's got to go on and on and...
Thanks for stopping by. I like your poetry better!
Hoo Rahh! You tell em Mickey! What an outstanding poem telling it to them! I agree, too many go to war not knowing what its all about, while the young men often die and the older men (politicians) sit in rooms talking about it. The ones who are fortunate to survive the horror of war end up scarred for life and then are tossed aside as if their contribution was meaningless, they gave their lives up for their country who in turn gives up on them. So sad, but so very true. Great Hub!!!
God bless you Pachuka! God bless you Dear!
Thanks Micky, just thanks.
ralwus 2 years ago
Most amazing Mick! I was just thinking of Ira yesterday, now this. thanks for the great video and this wonderful poetic tribute to your kind. Bless ye Mick.