FELLOW AMERICANS


Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought
Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
Will we protect our freedom and system of life
As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?

Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
By leaders who are self-serving and void?

Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
Will we preserve our heritage and our future
From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
Never surrender our freedom of choice
Standing firm for what we believe and trust .


By Tom Zart

OK **** off!

Winnie:

put the Great Zart on your ignore list.. He's not interested in debate or comment or criticism, just in how much of his doggeral he can stick up on websites around the world.. Its a Guinness record thingy..

stuff like this would get you a "C " grade in Mrs. Wilson's English Lit class back in the day [ and a afterschool special duty slamming chalk brushes together for turning out such poor rhyme and meter ]

BULLETS AND BARBWIRE


We awoke to the crack of rifle fire,
With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by.
The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags,
Which saved lots of us who wished not to die.

The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground
As the VC charged our fortified hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick,
While we fought to live and not for a thrill.

Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
As red and green tracers lit up the sky.
Before long I was the last GI left,
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.

Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "thank you " to heaven above,
As I checked out my buddies on my knees.

Somehow I managed to survive the day
Though many I've served with names I have read
Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall
Are my comrades of war, among the dead.



FLY BOYS


World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart

There once was a poet named Zart
Who penned words he thought were so smart
But the people all thunk
that his work it all stunk
And set out to stab his head with a dart

Awesome Rocketeer. Just awesome.

Mr. Rocketeer


HE WHO FANS THE COALS OF HATE


An angry man opens his mouth
And shuts his mind to reason
He who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.

Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules, hatred thrives,
Then the world we love turns mean.

He who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain,
If some hot sparks scorch his face,
His anguish is thus his pain.

Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
He who rules his spirit with love,
Shall be praised by all mankind.


By Tom Zart

Why Tom!!

I poem just for me??
I'm touched, I'm flattered I'm gonna print it off in gold-flecked Helvetica Type on real parchment and have it framed for my wall.. Maybe you could sign it for me?

how can I ever than kyou?

hmmmm I'll think of something..

okay, here it is:
proof that any mlarring idiot can turn out drivel and call it poetry

AN ODE TO TOM ZART
- copyright,
trademarked and
registered
by Rocketeer

DULL POETS ARE A DIME A DOZEN,
WRITERS OF DRIVEL AND CRAP.
SOME TURN OUT GREETING CARDS
OTHERS LYRICS CALLED RAP.
SOME ASPIRE TO GREATNESS,
PUTTING ON AIRS
OTHERS SPOUT VOLUMES,
CONSIDER THEMSELVES HEIRS
TO SHAKESPEARE, POE,
TENNYSON AND MILTON
ALAS, THEIR TALENTS ARE
MORE AKIN TO SOME BIMBO NAMED HILTON.
THEY CHURN OUT WORK THAT LACKS WIT,
CHARM OR GRACE,
COMPLETELY LACKING IN RHYTHM, RHYME,
TIMING OR PACE.

THE INTERNET CHAMPION
OF THIS SORT OF CRAP
IS, NO DOUBT
A BENIGN SORT OF CHAP
WHO HARBOURS
THE DELUDED IMPRESSION
THAT THE WORLD HANGS
ON HIS EVERY EXPRESSION.
PATRIOTISM AND SENTIMENTALITY
EVER SO TRITE
CAN'T HELP BUT GAGGING
ON THE STUFF HE DOES WRITE.
HIS EFFORTS
SURE ARE PROLIFIC
SHAME ITS ALL
JUST HORRIFIC.
TOM ZART
IS HIS NAME
AND HIS ONE CLAIM
TO FAME
SEEMS POEMS
BY THE TON
FOR EACH MOTHER
AND SON
MINDLESS OF QUALITY
OR SKILL.
[READING COULD MAKE ONE
SERIOUSLY ILL.]

ITS A WONDER TO ME
THE WWW DID NOT CRASH
WITH THE VOLUME OF
TOM ZART'S SPURIOUS TRASH.
MY 'PUTER BLOCKS ADS FOR VIAGRA
IT STOPS FANTASTIC SALES
IT IGNORES MALE ENHANCERS
AND PLEAS TO SAVE WHALES
BUT MY FAVOURITE WEBSITE
IS STILL UNDER A CURSE
BURIED AS IT IS
IN LOUSY ZART VERSE
TO ESCAPE TOM'S 'ART',
SEEKING RESPITE AND RELIEF
ITS TRULY SAD-
BEYOND BELIEF-
THAT TO SEEK REFUGE
AND DIVERSION
I AM FORCED TO DALLY
WITH PERVERSION
SMOKE SOME WEED
AND CHAT WITH NUTBAR
BOBBY MEADE


Thank you, thank you.. I'm availble for readings
interviews and personal appearances.

back at ya , Tom!!

mother of god rocketeer now that was one of the best ive ever heard!!!

i really hope tom reads this

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.