Poems: The Picture, Nothing

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The Picture

I’m looking at the picture

of my newborn child.

But only just an hour ago

the situation was wild.

_________

I squat upon the jungle dirt

and look towards my right

and see two crumpled bodies

that resulted from the fight.

__________

Then I read the letter says

“our daughter’s doing fine.”

“She’s a precious piece of life,

and she’s yours and mine.”

___________

But God we just killed fathers

that were fighting in this place.

There’s other sons and daughters

that won’t see their father’s face.

___________

Then I truly wonder if

my daughter will see me.

Tears well up inside my throat

and man just let me be.

(C) John Steinmeyer


Nothing

No, it was nothing

my dear and loving wife

to tromp the mud and jungle,

survive just to take life.

Just plain fucking nothing

to live inside the strife.

Of Nothing.

For nothing marks the jungle

where Lee and Eddie fell.

And nothing says the trouble

for time we spent in Hell.

And nothing is what needs me

but nothing can I tell.

Of Nothing.

For nothings my eraser

that keeps me in the blind.

And nothing keeps me going

and nothing can I find

‘cept tell you it was nothing

so I don’t lose my mind.

For Nothing.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. Poems- In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2) 
  7. Poems- The Rifle (1) Turn (2)
  8. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

Poems: The Rifle, Turn

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The Rifle

Company left picnic ground

with all the trash behind.

What some humpers throw away

would really blow your mind.

____________

And Charlie’s one with Nature.

He scavenges the shit.

But sniper team is waiting

for any they can get.

_____________

Two hundred meter easy shoot

for those up in the trees.

Silenced rifles never heard.

Favorable the breeze.

______________

Likeness of the hand of God

will swat them on the ground.

Eleven will taste the pain

and seven will be found.

_______________

So walk away, pack away.

Pretend you never saw

what happens in the jungle

when the rifle is God’s Law.

(C) John Steinmeyer


Turn

They counted what was

when we were in war.

Counted what wasn’t

and tallied the score.

Said we were winning

and we fought some more.

We turn.

Set us in ambush

of those we don’t know.

Sweat us in jungle.

Let hate and fear grow.

Sent us a soda

for every dead show.

We turn.

Beer or some whiskey

for us to unwind.

Cigarette packet

of shit to blow mind.

Eraser of Deros

and leave all behind.

________

And suddenly, we knew

not where to turn.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. Poems- In The Grinder (1) The Teller (2) 
  7. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. Two poems from a collection that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. See other links above for more. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

Poems: In the Grinder, The Teller

barbwire

In the Grinder

Camouflage and pockets.

Eyeballs in the sockets.

Gunfire and the rockets

in the grinder.

_________________

Silence and scope.

Liquor and the dope.

Whatever is the hope

in the grinder.

_________________

Medals in a war.

Boys that are no more.

Tally board for score

in the grinder.

_________________

Sodas for a kill.

Compensate the bill.

Forget about a will

in the grinder.

_________________

Life until the wire.

Dead men under fire.

Sex but no desire

in the grinder.

__________________

Pack it all away.

Nothing there to say.

Forget about each day

in the grinder.

(C) John Steinmeyer


The Teller

I am told by the teller

that my good friend is dead.

The teller keeps on talking.

I hear no more what’s said.

_____________

Shock wave numbs my heart and soul

while teller’s standing there.

Bitterness now dams my tears.

Pretense now hides my care.

______________

For the moment I now breathe.

But do not find my breath.

I picture face of my friend

but cannot picture death.

_______________

Good God, I wrote a letter

two weeks before this date

to the parents of my friend!

Now everything’s too late.

________________

So I grab my gear and rifle

and keep it all inside.

I have no time to accept

that my good friend has died.

W.S   K.I.A.

(C) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. L.C, and L.C. 2 –Two gone, waiting for number three
  5. Poems- Sour (1) Sealed (2)
  6. More to come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.

L.C. and L.C.2- Two Gone, Waiting for Number Three

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L.C.

“Chicken man is down”

yelled soldier with a grin.

“Hope fucker burns in Hell

places he’s put us in.”

_________________

We had just returned

to gather more supplies.

“L.C.’s chopper is down.”

“The smoke is where it lies.”

_____________________

“Saddle up, move quickly.”

“Catch chopper number one.”

Recon, saddle two through four.”

“Get going guys, have fun.”

_______________________

Up into the midday air

four choppers quickly flew.

Twenty-five of us secured

down chopper and its crew.

_________________________

Pilot with two broken legs.

Co-pilot broken back.

Huey chopper is destroyed

and one L.C. we lack.

Hooray!

(C) John Steinmeyer


L.C.2

Another L.T. Colonel

has come to take the place

of asshole in the chopper

who landed on his face.

___________________________

But this one is so different.

He cares about his men.

He’s got his shit together.

We’re doing good again.

______________________________

Thank God there are no screw ups

like all we had before.

There is no damn distinction

being casualties of war.

________________________________

This L.C.’s a humper.

He comes out in the shit.

But thirty days of humpin’

will get our L.C. hit.

_____________________________________

This time there is sorrow.

We lost a good L.C.

Now we sit and wonder

and wait for number three.

Damn!

(c) John Steinmeyer

  1. Other Side
  2. Sniffer
  3. The Fish
  4. More to Come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.


Poem- Sniffer

German Sheppard Dog
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Sniffer

Blood trail with it’s finger

is pointing to the west.

The ambush lasted seconds

and we came out the best.


Charlie’s out there bleeding and

we want to count his hide.

Chopper out a sniffer dog.

On blood trail he is tried.


Through the crap we follow.

But blood trail disappears.

The dog is soon exhausted.

Dog’s life the handler fears.


The L.Z is now covered

and chopper lands by smoke.

Biggest worry is the dog

and it is not a joke.


And most of stare wonder

but little do we say.

They leave us in the jungle

and take the dog away.

(C) John Steinmeyer


More of John’s Poem from his collection titled The rain

  1. Other Side
  2. The Fish
  3. More to Come

John Steinmeyer served in Vietnam as an Infantry Sergeant with the 9th division in the Mekong Delta, then was transferred to the 25th Division and served the last half of his tour in a sniper team.

Thuy Smith’s father (Vietnam Veteran) and Vietnamese mother along with Thuy were friends of John and his family. This will be the first post of a collection of poems that John wrote of his many experiences during his time in Vietnam. The collection is titled – The Rain. Thuy Smith (TSOI) was given permission to share his poems on all of TSOI’s media platforms, etc.