HONOR


Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are the glue which holds society in place.
Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.

Night and day we’re informed by headlines
Which seem to give evil added time.
Always at war killing one another
In our world full of valance and crime.

Be thankful for the upright among us
Who desire to obey God’s laws.
Repentant when wrong they change their ways
Saving the rest of us despite our flaws.

Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are what life’s heroes are made of.
Defending what’s right; confronting what’s wrong
Propelled by achievement, and love.


By Tom Zart

Geez! you spelt ' honoUr" wrong.. bloody Americans, always got to mess with the language.. It's called ENGLISH, you git, not American..
that's why you'll never be a world superpower and take over the world..

oh, wait...

yeah, we tend to butcher everything we get our mitts on! At least we knew enough to not follow the ENGLISH language when it came to cigarettes! Never cottened to the idea of smoking fags!

Zart is to English as Mozart is to cheese.

Global
Special
Operations
101


Military Poems
By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet On The Web
Author of LOVE WAR AND MORE
http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart.html

I Thank God that most real "patriots and soldiers" love my poems.I laugh at your replys.

Tom:

I'd be laughing at your laughing, if you hadn't gone and spammed all these threads with advertising for your dull rhyming couplets.

I'd amuse myself with a slapdown with another bit of doggeral in ' retaliation' but its not worth the effort.

Now that you have ' proved your worth' to the world of literature,and directed us to your burgeoning ' oeuvre' [ that's classy lingo for pile of crap ] website, maybe you could desist in posting the drivel here.

we know where to find it if we're need to jerk a tear over a Hallmark sentiment.

PS: Tom: I hope that you're not suggesting that those posting here are not ' real patriots and soldiers ' because, in that case I definitely wouldn't be laughing...

[see also my post under " Tom Zart's 36 History-= further down ..]

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I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. And the apology is for all. All of you, I'm sorry for stirring the sh*t when it may have been settling. And Tom Z. I'm sorry, I read this and thought of you. Pure literary genius here.....

I LIKE MONKEYS

I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.

I like monkeys

THE WORLD OF MAN


The world of man stays the same
The clowns who run it are to blame.

The seed of goodness was placed on earth
For man to prove his heavenly worth.

An ongoing conflict between love and hate
As losers mislead and procrastinate.

Hallelujah for heroes that step from the line.
Facing down evil with goodness of mind.

Prevailing by kindness and concern for others
Making us feel as though they were our brothers.

Like beasts of the night feasting on souls
The soldiers of darkness rise from their holes.

We’ll greet them with faith and a willingness to fight
Never fearing to defend what’s right.


By Tom Zart

oh my goodness please give it a rest Tom, please?