Vietnam Soldier's Memorial
Me and the 58,000
The date, the date
was ‘68
The party’s started
and I was late
The world divided
by the length of our hair
in ‘68
I was so square
A generation yelled
kill them all
While their children
protested on
the National Mall
Some decided
this is not our war
When the party started
They bolted toward the door
Crossed the border
Americans no more
Thousands protested
carrying signs,
‘Make Love, Not War’
While the war machine
Said, ‘give us your poor’
Reading, Reader’s Digest
watching long hairs protest
How’d we get in
this stink’n mess
Drinking chocolate milk shakes
no idea what is at stake
The party started
and I was late
the date, the date was ‘68
Now with buddies
in the jungle
The news showed it’s not
a West Side Story rumble
Learning how not to stare
All the girls with legs so bare
The boys at home were big flirts
Chasing girls in short skirts
The party started
and I was late
the date, the date was ‘68
The government sent out invitations,
Said, I’d wear green and eat k-rations
Drinking chocolate milk shakes
no idea what is at stake
The party started
and I was late
the date, the date was ‘68
Many boys were crying
And many men were dying
The world divided
by the length of our hair
The party’d started
and I was late
A Homeless Mind
A cat walks across three stories Leaving tracks up one arm and down another like a vein looking for a heart like a steel lock looking for a warm cock crowing on another empty morning Sleeping on the sidewalk at two o’clock chased from the park long before dark a homeless mind no place to go nothing to show a fleeting life like tracks on the snow
Empty Plates
There comes a day of empty plates
Chairs won't scrape the floor
Pans won't stack, three pots high
No voice will ask for more
...
Potatoes wither on the ground
And the gravy boats will gather dust
There are no biscuits set to rise
And no one cares to make a fuss
...
No need to polish goblets
Or hold them to the light
Or fill them with sweet nectar
For everyone’s delight
...
The clock ticks in the kitchen
For those with uncleaned slates
Call it luck or fate or destiny
There comes a day of empty plates
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (Lyric Video)
Don McLean - Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night) With Lyrics
Comments
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on July 27, 2018:
Hello Shauna - I am not sure that I write poetry. Some I read is so elegant. Now, I admit to being in the Army in the Vietnam era. I was not in Vietnam. I would have never survived. Thanks for your visit here today.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 27, 2018:
Mike, I didn't know you write poetry. I love the first one, the date, the date was '68. You actually did serve in Nam, didn't you?
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 13, 2018:
Hello Mark Tulin - I appreciate the visit. Thank you.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 13, 2018:
Hello Verlie - Thanks for stopping by this poetry hub. It seemed like everyone had a bit to contribute, so I thought I would jump in with my two cents worth. Happy April poetry month.
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on April 12, 2018:
Thanks for taking me on this journey with your Poetry.
Verlie Burroughs from Canada on April 12, 2018:
Oh Man, the party started and I was late, the date, the date, was 2018! Sorry for missing this new poetry page Mike. So happy to find it now. All these great poems, and music. I'm just going to spend a little time here, thank you for sharing especially now, poetry month is exciting.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 09, 2018:
Hello Audrey - There are sad times in the Nations history, fifty years ago and again now. Thanks for your kind comment.
Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on April 09, 2018:
Your poetry has me pretty close to tears. I sure remember those days. You've described it all perfectly. Love your choice of music. This hub has left footprints on my heart.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Eric – Thank you. The first one had some depth to it. That war seemed to scar all of us how lived any piece of it.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Genna – Thank you. That Bill, sure has a way with words. Indeed, ..."a collective stain on our souls."
“… What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side”
Happy Sunday
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Tom Cornett - Thanks for the comment. It seems each adult today for our generation has their memories of the war. It is our war, we all approached it differently or viewed it from their own particular angle. Hope your brother fared well.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on April 08, 2018:
Awesome reflection prompts. Great read(s). I really liked the first one, way well done.
Genna East on April 08, 2018:
Wonderful poetry, Mike...it stirs the soul with an honest , uncompromising view of one who was there. Thank you, Mike -- for your service and for your caring. I think Bill Holland said it best when he described Nam as ..."a collective stain on our souls."
Tom Cornett from Ohio on April 08, 2018:
Reading your poetry took me back, made me think, made me smile and a little sad. Images flashed in my mind as I read. I was just 18 when the war ended. My oldest brother was there twice. Those were times of turbulence and innocence. Maybe all times are like that in one way or another. Thanks for the sparks of words that took me back to 1968 and beyond.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Bill - For the record I served during the Vietnam war era, but not in country. I served in a garden paradise island of Okinawa. Lots of war coming and going happening on Okinawa. For a while I served in a hospital ambulance unit. Then when I angered an officers wife I was transferred to a unit that rebuilt Deuce and a half and five ton trucks that where blown apart in Vietnam. It was an assembly line where I helped with acquiring all the hardware. Go ahead ask me anything about deuce and a half hardware. haha
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Paula – Thanks for the Wow. I am not sure I have mastered anything, but it is nice to hear. All of us here at HP are expressing ourselves, we have found a place where someone will listen. The sixties were indeed a glorious time, the Age of Aquarius as it were. The music, the fashion, the energy a feeling of breaking free from the past. Again, I am a simple soul. Now it is time to walk the dogs.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 08, 2018:
A stain on our collective souls, Vietnam....god bless the soldiers who were called upon to fight....in case I've never said it, Mike, thank you for serving over there.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello mar – Yes, my poetry is simple. The head on approach. The Me and 58,000 mostly wrote itself. There is plenty more to it. Stanza after stanza presented itself, mostly as I was dozing off to sleep at night. The music I am most familiar with is from the sixties and early seventies, then the world changed. Thanks for the peaceful Sunday wishes.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello John – See I learned something. I did not know that Australia drafted men into service to fight in Vietnam. Hope the cousins fared well. Eleven, that makes me feel old. We both watched it on TV.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 08, 2018:
Hello Nikki Khan – Thanks for the welcome back. I am not feeling much like writing these days. As far as the timing, you are right, I am here and that had something to do with the timing. Things were starting to settle down. I was a year younger than the other kids at graduation and that delay seems to have made the difference.
There is a homeless crisis and not many good options without government assistance.
Suzie from Carson City on April 08, 2018:
WOW, Mike...just Wow. Is there no genre you have not mastered? These poems are awesome~~riveting, ringing the memory bells of '68. Such a glorious time, such a precarious time. I just know I would see your very soul through your eyes and your heart upon your sleeve. Peace & Hugs, Paula
Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on April 08, 2018:
Good morning Mike,
I read this yesterday and again this morning - your poetry tugs at my heart - simple, authentic and poignant at the same time.
Perfect musical selections as well. Have a peaceful Sunday. Hugs, mar
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on April 07, 2018:
Wonderful poetry, Mike, and your subject matter is perfect. I loved the first and last poems equally. I was late for Vietnam...I was only 11, two of my cousins were conscripted. Well done.
Nikki Khan from London on April 07, 2018:
What a great insight and a way of writing!
Loved the first one so much, were you late Mike or reached just on time?
I guess perfectly on time my friend, and welcome back on hubpages :)
Homelessness poetry was the most painful one, the pain strikes right in centre of heart.
And a day of empty plates has much to tell us tales untold,
Every tale of deepest sorrow and hatred!
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 07, 2018:
Hello Shy - Glad your brothers are both OK. I was in the Army. I did not serve in a combat zone. For a while I served with a Medivac group. One of the jobs was to meet flights carrying wounded (all fixed up) to do some recovering prior to their next leg back home. In between that, I drove an ambulance. The Army makes dumb mistakes like that. You write so many poems.
Shyron E Shenko from Texas on April 07, 2018:
Mike, were you late?
Were you there in 68?
Brothers two were there
To young to fight
To young to die
And no long hair
Maybe that is why they were there
One on the ground
One in the air
One shot up
And one shot down
Both came home
Doing well right now.
*
Blessings always my friend
All your poems are great!!!
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 07, 2018:
Hello Ruby – Each generation seems to have its war. Vietnam was mine and yours. Our generation cannot forget how divided we were – the country was steaming at the injustices, a lot like now. Thanks for being you.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 07, 2018:
I was happy to see that you had written another meaningful poem. I remember the time so well. A divided America, just like today, only different. I've talked to so many who served our country, it seems they never forget. I loved your look-back and the music brought back memories.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 07, 2018:
Hello Peg - I watched the Ken Burn's Vietnam War series and it left me with how many different categories the people fell into. I remember my dad saying, kill all the long hairs. Those that went to Canada made a choice that changed their lives forever. There were those that went and fought, there are those that served in relative safety and those that served in complete safety. That is a lot to digest in a poem. There are those that served and are now forgotten.
Thanks for the welcome home. I served in safety, which carries its own weight.
Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on April 07, 2018:
And what a tale you tell in these rhyming words. Remembering the turmoil as if it was yesterday. Love the cadence and imagery and the use of different fonts in the poems.
So delighted to see a post from you today. Welcome home soldier.
mckbirdbks (author) from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 07, 2018:
Hello Ann - The first is my favorite also. I am sure I could have continued it, and with patience, (which I have none) it could be polished to be more. I appreciate you.
Ann Carr from SW England on April 07, 2018:
Love your poetry, Mike. The first is my favourite; it has such fitting rhythm and structure for the subject. The others are great too. They all hit home with poignant power.
Ann
